|Wart-like growth (standard:science fiction, 386 words)|
|Author: Tri||Added: Jan 11 2003||Views/Reads: 2539/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|We infected them.|
These should have been joyful times. One of the greatest events in humanity's existence had occurred. The first extra-terrestrial contact, a visitor from another planet. He arrived in peace and during his stay all of mankind celebrated. The problems began after he had returned to his planet. A communication was received, the alien had brought back a virus from Earth, it was spreading quickly. Scientists asked for more details. Naturally, they wanted to help. A photo arrived of a large wart-like growth. It was on someone's nose. `It always grows in the same place,' the aliens said. The governments of Earth initiated a massive campaign. TV advertisements, billboards and compulsory health screenings in schools and churches. `We must find the carriers,' was the message conveyed, `it's our only hope of finding a cure.' Weeks passed and a million warts and verrucae were inspected. None matched the photo. The public grew restless and soon the question was quietly asked, `how can they be sure they caught it from us?' Then when an answer failed to materialize the question became an aggressive chant. `HOW CAN THEY BE SURE THEY CAUGHT IT FROM US, HOW CAN THEY BE SURE THEY CAUGHT IT FROM US'. Politicians saw an opportunity to gain some public approval and with strong language told the aliens that the good people of Earth would not put up with false accusations. All contact with the aliens was terminated and the world settled down to it's wars and bickering. Throughout these events a child grew. The first human reared in an artificial womb. A dark rubber sack covered in tubes and sensors. The birth was to be televised and people gathered around their TV sets to watch the careful cutting of the sack. Women cried and men praised the wonders of modern science. A baby boy spilled out onto a mat. The precious infant. Cameras zoomed in and everywhere people clasped their breasts. This boy, this child, this human free from disease. Grown in a sterile environment where there had been no mother to pass a virus onto her son. `He doesn't have nipples,' a doctor screamed in unison with a billion viewers. Everyone now understood the wart-like growth. Everyone now knew why men had nipples. It was an illness, afflicting mankind from the moment Eve infected Adam. Tweet
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