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Just call me a viral reflector dish.
I’m walking down the street here in this small town near the secret base. People around me are falling down mid-sentence and time-lapsing into puddles of yogurt and cherry juice.
The scientists made my immune system perfect. After that, they made it ‘reflective’. Viruses come close to me, evolve to the limits they’re capable of, and then bounce off. I’m going to end the world here by taking a stroll.
A block back, the collapsing people were turning into black sponges after they died.
A block before that, their skin was tightening dry to poked-hole leather as their bones showed white through the rents. They mummified in seconds before falling dusty to the pavement.
My powers killed my creators. They didn’t give me any control. One faulty new-guy mistake with the airlocks and it was over. They died before they could hit the shutters or the emergency shut down. I walked out through unlocked offices and wide open blast doors until I got into the sun. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they enacted a response plan.
This entire town is dead now. Eight thousand to zero in one hour. I guess as a weapon, I work. Maybe a few of them have been merely turned into carriers and are hiding in basements, scared for their lives.
I catch a glint in the sky next to the sun. It’s like sunlight winking off of metal.
A white line growing fatter angles out from the glint. There’s a point of fire on the end of the white line and it’s headed for me. The glint must be a fighter jet. The white line must be the exhaust of a missile.
The desert town is going to be turned into a crater of glass.
I feel important.
I raise my arms up to the incoming ordnance with a wide welcoming smile.
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I’m walking down the street here in this small town near the secret base. People around me are falling down mid-sentence and time-lapsing into puddles of yogurt and cherry juice.
The scientists made my immune system perfect. After that, they made it ‘reflective’. Viruses come close to me, evolve to the limits they’re capable of, and then bounce off. I’m going to end the world here by taking a stroll.
A block back, the collapsing people were turning into black sponges after they died.
A block before that, their skin was tightening dry to poked-hole leather as their bones showed white through the rents. They mummified in seconds before falling dusty to the pavement.
My powers killed my creators. They didn’t give me any control. One faulty new-guy mistake with the airlocks and it was over. They died before they could hit the shutters or the emergency shut down. I walked out through unlocked offices and wide open blast doors until I got into the sun. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they enacted a response plan.
This entire town is dead now. Eight thousand to zero in one hour. I guess as a weapon, I work. Maybe a few of them have been merely turned into carriers and are hiding in basements, scared for their lives.
I catch a glint in the sky next to the sun. It’s like sunlight winking off of metal.
A white line growing fatter angles out from the glint. There’s a point of fire on the end of the white line and it’s headed for me. The glint must be a fighter jet. The white line must be the exhaust of a missile.
The desert town is going to be turned into a crater of glass.
I feel important.
I raise my arms up to the incoming ordnance with a wide welcoming smile.
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