Man Made Contagion

To anyone who reads this:

There's a certain kind of terror in the thought that you'll some day perish.  Even the momentary thought that you will one day cease to exist has emboldened the most irresponsible mid-life crises' ever seen by mankind and suffered by womankind.  Luckily the human condition is one that forces us to stare into the abyss of our unmaking and take stock of our insignificance only rarely, and more importantly, it gives us the comfort of procrastination when planning for our grave is too exhausting and burdensome for us to bear

Nigel Richmond accelerated our extinction to such a rate, that we no longer have the luxury of time.  Nigel was a genius.  By the age of 15 he had 2 PHD's in Nano-Technology and Micro-Biology with an emphasis in Bio-Engineering.  By the age of 22, Nigel had won 2 Nobel Peace Prizes.  The first Nobel Award was for a virus that fed and thrived in highly radioactive environments, cutting radioactive isotope half-lives by a factor of 10,000.  Meaning if a Nuclear bomb went off in your living room tomorrow, the virus would allow you to re-build your home in 3 days with less fear of radiation caused cancer in your family than you originally started with.    When Nigel announced his plans to solve our land-fill problems, he was awarded the prize with nothing more than a blue-print.

Many geniuses, though, can be described as book smart, with no street smarts, and Nigel is no exception to that rule.  You see, Nigel designed another virus, and this time, it was self replicating.  His plan was to dump trillions of biology inspired nano-bots into a landfill with three instruction sets.  

GATHER.  The Nanobot was to seek out the base elements needed to replicate itself.

REPLICATE.  The Nanobot was to build a perfect clone of itself using the materials found.  

TERMINATE.  Once the Nanobot had built some number of clones, it was to travel back to a specified origin point, and deactivate.  

Once the Nano-Tech had self terminated, it could be smelted and broken down into its base elements, and in the short term, it would be the most efficient and effective form of smart recycling ever invented. 

The one question that no-one ever thought to ask, though, was what happened if these nano-bots ever got into our drinking water? What if they got into our food?  What if they got into us?  But we know the answers to all of those questions now.  

We've learned that it only takes 2 days 4 hours and 38 minutes for 1 single Nigel Virus to turn a full grown man into a luke-warm puddle of primordial soup.  We've learned that the bots proceed relatively slowly until they cut through to a nerve, and then their growth rate is exponential thereafter.  We've also learned that the process of the Nigel Virus on the human body can be described as "liquid fire in my veins".  

We've learned that attempts to diagnose or stop the Nigel Virus range from ineffective to lethal with no ground between.  MRI's result in death in 99% of subjects and incapacitation of 100% of subjects.  The magnets in the MRI Machine pull the nanobots out of the host body like a sort of reverse-shotgun in every direction.  Nigel's design was so clever that Electro-Magnetic-Pulse is simply ineffective on Nigel's bots, the pulse may shut the bot down, but it reboots within a matter of seconds.   Any chemicals that may break down the bot's skin is also lethally poisonous to the subject.  All the while, the bot is exponentially multiplying and growing as a threat to humanity.  What started as a trillion bots in the first run, multiplied to a googol of bots in roughly 2 weeks, and now the bots exist in such a number that we have no number in our vocabulary to describe the vast number of bots that exist on our planet. 

The bots are about the same size as a mote of dust, roughly one half of a Micron. While that's not quite small enough to travel through the mesh of a filter designed to stop dust, the filters are made of the right materials for the bots to harvest and eventually destroy the filter.

In short.  Nigel Richmond has caused the extinction of the Human Race, and we're just waiting for our clock to countdown to zero.  

Now that we're all faced with our mortality, and our inevitable, painful death.  We've discovered that there's a certain kind of depravity in the knowledge that we'll some day perish.  What was once a mid-life crisis is now our end-life crisis.  We've devolved into vicious animals.  Rioting and looting are the crime du jour, and the irony that as our final curtain looms, most people choose to accumulate things as a final act of defiance.  It seems that our clarion call is that we truly will not go gently into the night.   It is strange, though, that we turn to violence, now that we no longer have the luxury of procrastination.  

I have felt the terrifying pinge of pain in my own forearm, and I fear that my own personal army of bots has found my nervous system and I will soon devolve into beast seeking respite from pain soon.  So I choose to end it with a bottle of whiskey and revolver.  

I hope those reading this have not only found a way to deactivate the Nigel Virus.  I also hope that this letter can teach those around me to avoid our folly.

Good Luck, and God Speed.Brenton Davison III