The Murphy Experiment

My name is Oriel Murphy. There are three things you should know about me.
I am a nobody.
I will never bow to the god that is our government.
I was the sole survivor of a bioterrorist attack that turned my genome into a scientific breakthrough of the century. Against my will.
I never asked for this. The only thing I wanted to do was run from my past and build a new life, a Messianic Jew living in the gutters of Boston. Scrambling to find my footing in a heartless world where genetic editing is illegal.
But my world as I knew it imploded when I started developing abnormalities. The doctors told me I was fine, but I was not fine-since when were lightbulbs so loud and walls so easy to climb?-and I'm faced with the Agency whose job is to eliminate prohibited gene editing projects.
They said I was a loose cannon, a danger to society, a land mine in the making that needed to be contained. And this guy, Jonah Trusov, a deaf agent, keeps telling me I have to trust the Agency, but I can't trust anyone when my very existence becomes a crime in this society.
Your history books won't mention me. My name has been scrubbed from every medical journal and media outlet. But I'm here. You better believe I'm here. I'm the weed growing from the cracks in the pavement. Resilient. Persistent. Stubborn. You can't get rid of me, even when you try.
My name is Oriel Murphy... and I never meant to set the world on fire.