I used to work for a mad scientist He was a real visionary, or so I thought at the time. Eccentric, yet fiercely intelligent. His work was on genetically enhancing marine mammals, especially dolphins. We were making them stronger, faster and above all *smarter*-and after all its well known that dolphins are already very intelligent. The idea was that they could help coast guards save people. For perhaps a year I was simply happy to be working alongside such a brilliant man for the good of humanity. But there was a problem. Not only were the dolphins showing signs of almost human-level intelligence-they lacked even the most basic sense of morality or ethics. They would kill, and kill for fun. In a word, they were evil. Some of the horrors I witnessed, as I watched them develop, haunt me to this day. But worse was yet to come. I came to realise that my employer was doing this *deliberately*. What benefit could such a project possibly have, if not for some ulterior motive? I never found out, because at that point I left in disgust. I had thought what we were doing would benefit mankind but it turned out in the end that it was all for his own, nefarious porpoises.