October 3, 2011

  • virus

    What would my hero do if he met the friend I turned into devil? Would he see the stains from my dirty dealings and revolt at the sight? Or would he remember the face he cannot see was ravaged by my hands?

    Let me explain. I would not extend a hand to do harm. Only for benefit. My benefit. Should I have retracted? Reclaimed my honor through reservation? Should disease not ravage the populations under the universal evolutionary pressure to reproduce? Behold, a virus bearing my name, unfathomably simple and virulent beyond cure. But, nature is fair and designed a limit to ambition's effects--a fuse placed as the final safeguard to blow. Knowingly self-eliminating, I can't help the carnage. I must wait for my loves' decimation, the completion of both's destruction.