The Perfect Monster

Yes, Roger Sloane is completely mad, but what of it. He is the right man to provide the solution and he does not disappoint us. Of course, he is a brilliant scientist and certainly a total madman, but after all he is our madman. He belongs to us. The Cabal. We of Canada, Germany, Russia, China and the United States, made him and cultivated him and we have taken him home with us. And we must thank Roger.
He has protected us with his vaccine. Now, admittedly, what he did with the virus was a bad thing, oh yes, a naughty thing, but who could blame him. It was the crowding, you see. Crowding with too little space, crowding with too much data, crowding with too many ideas, crowding with demands to react, crowding with unending guilt and every day, all the things we know, crowded out of us into nothing.
All that. And Jack and Claire, beautiful Claire. They were sweethearts, you know. Young love lost and separated and all that and they are looking; looking for who did it and why and maybe they will find it, maybe they will once again find each other, recover their true love in times of virus and mayhem, and then there are the Boys. Oh, bad, bad Boys. What devils! They shimmer, they shine, they flit into your mind, they scavenge your computer, they scour your soul.
They skim the stars, they know your heart. They know everything. They see the mess and they understand Roger Sloane. Yes, they like Roger. They feed his mind, they speak to him in his own voice and their minds are united to his and oh he likes that voice. He believes the voice. He has what they want. The answer to the crowding. The answer to everything. His little baby. His own little offspring. For them he will make it.
The Boys are sure they can convince him. Surely, for them, Roger Sloan will make the Perfect Monster.