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Like the food on the tongue, the thick, sweet, bitter, thin, sour, and so on. Like words. A gourmet of words.
"Transport the team to the Red-13 zone. The infection here is the worst, I'm surprised there are still survivors."
"Perhaps there are few who are immune to it, Captain? Much like prostitutes and the HIV AIDS virus fifty years ago. We may find a vaccine for this bugger. It's happened before."
"Yes, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. Whoever set off this viral attack purposely planned it to take out the government's top virologists and pathologists. They want to terrorize this country while crushing the hope of a comeback."
"Ah, it is clever - and vile to do such a deed. Yes, it will take time to gather new scientists and research for this outbreak but we do still have Ludivo Deriat."
"What? He wasn't in the city? Odd, Deriat never leaves that building."
"He was in London-3. He departed just yesterday."
"Just yesterday? That's suspicious. Do you think..."
"No. I heard that it was an order directly from the prime minister to meet at the annual GVCE conference. Three guards had to drag him out and put him on the airship."
"That sounds like Deriat. Why wouldn't the terrorist attack the conference? The world's top virologists are there."
"I believe that the terrorist knew Deriat's habit and priorities. It's top secret but Deriat has been doing...questionable research for the government that's not exactly...following the ethics of the GVCE research regulations."
"It still doesn't provide a reason why he wouldn't attack the conference. It's a viral attack. He didn't blow up the place."
"Captain, you've been informed of half the situation. Yes, it was a viral attack that killed many but that was only the first step for the terrorist."
"What do you mean? Are you saying there'll be a second attack? Why haven't the authorities told me this information?!"
"No, you do not understand. The second attack has already happened but it was an attack on something else...something that could lead to a very bloody, hot, and violent protest and even...revolution."
"The BetaDINE?"
"It has been wiped clean."
"No! That would mean - "
"Yes, I know what it means. The general public is in too much of a panic about the viral outbreak and does not know."
"Everything?"
"Yes."
"Did they copy the files and then destroy it?"
"We do not know. All we know is that this nation is on the verge of collapse with no hope of salvation. Even worse, if the secrets of our government were stolen and spread to other countries...we would be under attack."
"By who?"
"Everyone."
"Are you meaning to tell me the governments has skeletons of that level...horrible secrets...we would be caught amidst a -"
"War."
"Can we survive it?"
"A few may survive - but this country as we know it will seize to exist. It will be a wasteland."
Violent. Bone-crunching, finger-twisting, love-making bonanza. Different loves and different violences.
A different orgasm.
Failed only means you have something new to succeed at. Creation. Destruction. An infinite cycle. It is quite beautiful...
History is an odd substance that recreates itself over time and space. It is fragile yet concrete and strangely malleable - but always repeating itself.
Smile for the end.
Smile, Ouroborus...
And let us begin again.
The station lie ahead, decrepit and forgotten. I peer through the windows of the train and weep silently for those who suffered in the accident - burnt, broken, and only faintly remembered.
A teacher. A teacher is what Ralph had become. Indirectly without knowledge of it - it just happened. This was more then a leader and followers...but a teacher and his pupils.
She painted the mason jar shut with super glue in a desperate attempt to permanently trap the deadly thing that lay inside - invisible, mysterious,and fatal.
The chalk piece snapped under the strength of Alexa's strong fingers...her sentence was unfinished, written only in scrawly letters - a half disturbing thought.
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