Monday, January 18, 2010


Doctor Carlson hadn’t meant to kill anyone the day that he began his experimentation, he’d never have hurt a fly intentionally, but within moments of his machine’s activation people started dying. Some quickly, some violently, others lingering months, even years, ending their lives in hospital beds, in pain, shrunken and unrecognizable, eyes vacant, bodies withered, passing away with barely a gasp. People continued to be born in the interim, to be sure, but within one hundred and fifty years of Doctor Carlson’s mad experiment every man, woman and child that was on earth the day that he began was dead.

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