Solving complex data issues was all in a day's work for bio-statistical analyst Anthony Lane. One
frigid winter day, Anthony discovered an alarming inconsistency in the clinical trial data of a
major, new cancer drug. Probing deeper and deeper into the underlying data, he stumbled across
something that no one was supposed to see. Something startling and disturbing.
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Something was seriously wrong. Patients were being harmed. Worst of all, it was not an accidental
error. The AI analysis process contained a deliberate flaw that eliminated negative events.
A horrific tale describing the shocking nightmare of unprincipled medical research, greed, and a
win-at-any-cost lust for power. With billions of dollars at stake, scheming medical researchers vowed absolutely no one would stop them, no matter what it cost in human life. They vowed they would not let anything or anyone get in their way, but one man, Anthony Lane, stood in their way.
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Prologue:
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Drug trial data had been altered, patients had been harmed, and Anthony Lane knew it. The implications were terrifying.
Anthony Lane stepped off the elevator and strode down the hallway, adorned with glitzy motivational posters promising a medical revolution. He hurried toward the exit, his mind flooded with indecision. If he reported what he had discovered, his career would likely be over, but if he did not, he would be responsible for more death and suffering. Pausing, with his hand on the exit door’s push bar, he peered out at the frozen landscape that lay beyond. Blocking out the light, the overcast sky made the world look dark and foreboding. It was only two-thirty in the afternoon, but it seemed much later. The heavy, slate-colored clouds obscured the sun, warning of wintry weather on the way.
Steeling himself against what was to come, Anthony pushed the door open. Driven by a swirling wind, a blast of frigid air rushed up his jacket as he stepped outside. “Yikes,” Anthony gasped as pulled the zipper of his jacket all the way up to his chin. He hugged his arms around his chest and ran for the parking lot. Streaks of fine, powdery snow snaked and swirled across the pavement, driven by a blustery north wind.
Eager to get home after a forty-eight hour week at Centrex Biogenics, Anthony located his rental car and pressed the unlock button on the key fob in his hand. He jumped in the rental car, slammed the door, and started the engine. Clouds of frozen vapor swirled in the air as he waited for the engine to warm up. Impatient to get to the airport to catch his flight home to Atlanta, he shifted the car into gear and headed for the parking lot’s exit.
Anthony exited the parking lot and turned left onto West Colfax Street, his mind churning over the week’s analysis results. Eight minutes later, Anthony merged from Illinois State Highway Fifty-three onto eastbound Interstate-Ninety, headed for O’Hare International Airport. Deep in thought, his mind clouded with unease over what he had discovered, he did not notice the black SUV shift into the lane several car-lengths behind him.
Passing by the thirty-five hundred acre Ned Brown Preserve, known as Busse Woods to the locals, the SUV sped up, quickly closing the distance between it and Anthony’s rental car. The driver of the SUV, unconcerned if anyone should notice because the SUV was registered to someone that did not exist, jammed his foot on the accelerator, shifted to the left, and slammed the left rear bumper of Anthony’s car.
Startled by the sudden jolt, Anthony glanced up at the rear view mirror.
“What are you doing?” Anthony shrieked as the passenger window exploded, showering him with razor-sharp shards of glass. The car began sliding off the highway sideways. He whipped the steering wheel in the direction of the skid but it was already too late. The rear wheels of the rental car skidded off the pavement and dropped into a deep, frozen rut. The car pitched and began rolling down the embankment toward the thick woods lining the highway.
As the car pitched upside down, a curious thought flashed through Anthony’s mind, “What people say about your life passing slowly in front of your eyes is not true!” An image of Madelyn, his energetic seven year old daughter, filled his mind as blackness swallowed him. The car rolled three times in less than five seconds and landed upside down, the roof smashed flat down to the seats.