The Order was issued. On the smartphones, over the radio, tv, loudspeakers were blaring it in the streets.
Get out from your hiding. The epidemic is over.Go and work for the Nation.
Those who are walled alive inside their cubicles, stay as you are.
The human flow started to pour into the streets, subways,filling the empty sidewalks.The people were small, with gentle oval faces, doll faces with almond eyes and indistinct noses and mouths, nothing compared to the Witchdoctor Neanderthal looks.
They walked in complete silence, eyes on the ground and staring into their smartphones.No one talked to no one.The silence was growing, aloud.
No one looked anywhere. The drones were flying above, the millions of cameras and thermal control units were registering and checking the human flow.
Someone was coughing. The men in white jumped out of nowhere and the person was , shrieking and gone.The smartphones were blipping.
From time to time some were disconnected and the men in black jumped out of nowhere and the person, shrieking, was gone.Red warnings on displays , blank faces staring .
And the stench. All types of disinfectants were filling the air, and, from time to time, a stench of urine was coming from somewhere, where people were disappearing into the black vans.
But a special smell was hoovering above all the human flow. It was like a metallic taste in the mouth, a smell of a narrowing dark tunnel, a mind cramp with narrowing vision reduced to a distant point in the head.
It was a smell of fear.
Constant smell of epidemic fear of life.
The factory jaws were opening and the small humans were pouring in.
Working for the Nation.
Dying for the Nation.
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“Well,blimey” Edit said,” This Chronoscope machine is fantastic!”
Witchdoctor ,nodding: “ We finally got hold of the Isaac Asimov Foster Chronoscope machine. Now we see it happening real time, or any time tomorrow or yesterday ”
Codebreak: “ It is little outdated, at least in design, but, since it is free, it is perfect!”
Witchdoctor. “What we saw is true and fuck the design!”
Codebreak, laughing: “ Agree!”
Edit:” Folks, what a life out there, or , can we call it life?”
Witchdoctor: “ hmmm. It Looks like a nightmare spreading in darkness of extinction of any intelligent form.”
Edit: “And what about the numbers the Plutofckers are giving in the casino game of epidemics?”
Codebreak: “ Our graph shows, based on the official death rate, that it is moving from 33% towards 25% in the count between the cured and the dead.But that is essentially bollocks, since there is in fact no data, except the one on the “Diamondfucked”cruise ship, the guinea pig cruise ship containment experiment with the people there being the guinea pigs. The closed environment mass experiment and the real death rate.”
Edit: “We have all noticed the last trick, when the Plutofckers had in one day dramatically risen the number of infected vs the dead and so got the famous official number much more diluted and presentable, getting it in line with a normal flu death rate, haha!”
Witchdoctor: “ I think that now, with the Isaac Asimov Foster chronoscope we are fine.”
Edit:” Yes, now We Walk and not Run”
Witchdoctor:” Soul sacrifice”
Edit: “ Plutofuckers!”