Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2013 1:01:18 GMT
"My name is Eve Green, and the year is 2050 in the grand city of New London. I went to university in oxford and studied medicine, because I wanted to become a doctor so I could help people. Eventually, I got my medical license and now I work here in London. I now go by the name 'Dr Green' and while I still help many people, my main focus has been on the study of the study of a recent viral outbreak of 'Cognitive influenza.' The virus since 2047 has been spreading across the world and New London particularly, effecting 27% of the world's population. The virus has been proven to half the victim's life span, complete with rapid aging and overall muscle deterioration, and a complete shut down the reproductive system. However, a curious side effect is that it appears to at least double intelligence the afflicted, going by controlled IQ tests. They regularly babble but when left to their own devices they produce astounding work of their own volition, and this is leading to new breakthroughs in science and media in particular. The afflicted are currently working towards hard light projections, advanced robotics, and virtual reality experiences. Each of these however are still in the developmental stages. We call the afflicted 'Meta Sapiens.' I am a Meta Sapien. I have only been afflicted for a year, however what previously felt closed to me has opened up, and I now dedicate myself to finding a cure for the virus. While I am dedicated, and blessed by previous research into viruses, I still lament the death of my unborn child, 6 months in the making, who died in my womb 24 after the cognitive influenza took hold of me."
I sat back for a while, my fingers tapping the table next to the keyboard as I thought of what else to say. But I had nothing. When finished, I posted what was to be my profile description on 'face screening' the social network site which was all the rage these days. It was my hope that, on the net, the hard work which I had put into my life's work would be remembered to some degree. I wasn't dying, but last year my own mortality had hit me when I contracted this disease, it wouldn't have been so bad had my husband not left me on account of my virus, wishing not to catch it. I don't blame him. Either way, I placed myself in a relationship online, not wishing for any further romantic interest. I had work to do, despite being 25 and naturally attractive. Still, those distractions felt pointless at this point.
I closed down my computer and decided to get ready for bed, feeling tired.
When I was snug under the covers, I heard a rustling.
It was quiet. It sounded like someone pushing aside a bush, except from inside the building.
I got out of bed and I decided to investigate, feeling curious. As I wondered around the room, I soon began to identify the sound as static. The sound fluctuated and it was definitely coming from ever direction, not a direct source. The sound eventually began to grow louder no matter where I went.
It made me feel dizzy, unpleasant. It shook me to my very core, my body moving involuntarily to the rhythm of the static. Yes, the more I listened the more it sounded like music, an orchestra of string instruments playing independently from each other to create meaningless noise, shaking myself and the world around me.
My eyes swirling, and, suddenly on my knees, I looked upwards to see a humanoid figure, hidden by my own unreliable vision and the shadows of night, holding a knife which I suddenly saw fly towards me, straight through the centre of my vision, between the eyes.
And then, nothing. No more meaningless noise to distract me from death.
I sat back for a while, my fingers tapping the table next to the keyboard as I thought of what else to say. But I had nothing. When finished, I posted what was to be my profile description on 'face screening' the social network site which was all the rage these days. It was my hope that, on the net, the hard work which I had put into my life's work would be remembered to some degree. I wasn't dying, but last year my own mortality had hit me when I contracted this disease, it wouldn't have been so bad had my husband not left me on account of my virus, wishing not to catch it. I don't blame him. Either way, I placed myself in a relationship online, not wishing for any further romantic interest. I had work to do, despite being 25 and naturally attractive. Still, those distractions felt pointless at this point.
I closed down my computer and decided to get ready for bed, feeling tired.
When I was snug under the covers, I heard a rustling.
It was quiet. It sounded like someone pushing aside a bush, except from inside the building.
I got out of bed and I decided to investigate, feeling curious. As I wondered around the room, I soon began to identify the sound as static. The sound fluctuated and it was definitely coming from ever direction, not a direct source. The sound eventually began to grow louder no matter where I went.
It made me feel dizzy, unpleasant. It shook me to my very core, my body moving involuntarily to the rhythm of the static. Yes, the more I listened the more it sounded like music, an orchestra of string instruments playing independently from each other to create meaningless noise, shaking myself and the world around me.
My eyes swirling, and, suddenly on my knees, I looked upwards to see a humanoid figure, hidden by my own unreliable vision and the shadows of night, holding a knife which I suddenly saw fly towards me, straight through the centre of my vision, between the eyes.
And then, nothing. No more meaningless noise to distract me from death.
