The Thirteenth Protocol

When cops burst through the front door of my apartment with weapons drawn, I am prepared.

There's no point erasing the evidence of what I've done - and will do again if I'm not caught. The press dubbed me the Cancer Killer, with good reason (an early nickname, the Tumournator, thankfully hasn't stuck). My tally stands at eight so far, eight cowards murdered from within by machines that everyone says have changed the world, but which I know with absolute conviction haven't changed it enough. Matter transmitters can do so much more than create a convincing
illusion of instantaneous movement from place to place. When someone has been scanned and turned into data, nothing stops a clever person from tinkering with that data. Inserting cancerous genes, for instance - or removing them.