Everyday was the same monotonous routine. Wake before sunrise. Walk to the bathroom. Turn on the shower and in the meantime pull out the toothbrush and paste.
Brush teeth in the shower, pee in the shower, (it was logical he'd always argue), ((also he did not do both at the same time now there were just some things one did not do for the sake of speed and efficiency)), and then once those tasks done, bathe like a decent human being. Come out smelling like nothing. Sterile. Fragrances were to be avoided at all costs lest he wished to risk contaminating the specimens at the facility. A bio engineer, he was one of top of his class in school, Reddington was considered top notch in the field. On his way to developing the heavens only knew what but his was the face of the future. A hero yet to me written in history books just starting his story. That was what papers had said when he'd graduated with honors.

So why as he went to the kitchen to press his coffee maker to start, to slide in the bread for his toast into the toaster before walking over to get the jam did he find himself wondering why people just seemed to idolize what in the end was work that was in reality so thankless and morally questionable. They played with cells, DNA, the very building blocks of life in efforts to create that which had never existed before. They were in a twisted methodical way, playing at being gods. Taking creation into their own hands. Organisms had been made of less matter than those he and his colleges had made in recent years. Did so many fail to see such?

Men and mortal that played god with powers uncovered by science. Facts and hypothesis made to theory. Theory put to test and set to be tested again and again until all mounting evidence showed a clear fact, something they thought immutable in it's framework and undeniable. Brilliance and perhaps horror all at once, there was a place set to change all things while maintaining some decorum of humanity. A rather frightening aspect when you put all of what they really toyed with in context on a more cosmic and theological spectrum. Not that he was a rather religious man. Nay, he found it all rather illogical, the worship of figures unknown and based on human social constructs and a lack of understanding of the world fabricated to ease the minds of the masses with simplistic if not barbaric ritualism.

Humans as a race were all in all, rather base. They were animals at the core yet held domination over so many life forms considered to simple to understand or yet to evolve at a level in which humans currently occupied.
Hubris.
The toast popped up and he sighed. The coffee maker was almost done as well. The man's inner musing could be placed on hold for a while he supposed. Breakfast awaited him.

Strawberry jam on lightly buttered toast, a cup of coffee, black, and a granola bar for his walk towards the facility- a perk of living on the campus of the research center. A rarity, but worth it as he could be on call at all hours. Breakthroughs required delicate hands and watchful eyes. And for Reddington he did not trust anyone but himself with the valuable data they were acquiring. He was a man who planned to change the world one way or another.

The walk was a short one, the granola bar left in his pocket as he entered the building only to be pulled back out as he went to his office to wait for the night's readings to come across his desk.
One day at a time.