The Metal Infector

57 04 April 27th 2014

Copyright- Al Forbes

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The Great Metal Infection of 2052 actually began in 2050. Biologists who studied the microflora of the Amazon River had trouble identifying a certain strain of bacteria in one of their samples. These bacteria had a highly unusual cell structure, and despite genetic testing, they could not say what the strain had evolved from, or discover its closest relative.

After a short period of time, the biologists began to notice something odd about their tools. Overnight, anything made of metal that was exposed to these bacteria, even the implements they had supposedly sterilised, began to warp out of shape, and odd protrusions would appear. Closer inspections revealed that the bacteria had managed to burrow into the metal and multiply within little surface nodes.

Their hottest incinerator seemed to deal with the affected instruments, but the laboratory couldn’t contain the infection. Within two years, there was devastation. Luckily, the same biologists also discovered the organisms’ aversion to gold, silver, copper, and titanium. The resulting production of alloys which are resistant to “metal rot” allowed humanity can carry on as it once did.

Which is a shame, really.

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His car was gone. He had no other option, Oliver thought. This was an emergency.

Outside the compound was Bertie, the twenty foot long honey bee they had accidentally created when trying to produce a more resistant species.  As ominous as Bertie appeared, he was actually harmless. His sting had been removed, and most of the time he wandered placidly around the enclosure.

Oliver snapped Bertie’s restraints, took a deep breath and leapt onto Bertie’s back. Bertie, startled, immediately launched into the air with Oliver desperately clutching his fur.

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Biological Clock Vs. Inspiration Time.

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When I started NaNoWriMo, I told myself that I’d get up early every day and try to finish that day’s word quota by lunchtime. Before coming to university, I was always quite an early bird. This probably had something to do with the fact I was forced to go to church at 6:30 most mornings by my parents. I did this when I was 14 – 18, and so I was really used to getting up early, and didn’t even understand how someone could possibly stay in bed until the afternoon.

Even now, if I continue to go to bed late and sleep in, I start to feel really awful after a while. Unfortunately, I often find myself inspired to write at like 10 – 11PM. When this first happened I’d be like, “Forget about it! I’m going to bed!” Now I know that, if I feel like writing, I have to do it, especially while doing NaNoWriMo.

This is possibly the reason I’m so susceptible to illness of late. I’m feeling loads better than I was, though. I only have a slight cough, but apart from that, I’m feeling really good. However, I am looking forward to a point where I can straighten out my body clock. And get on top of my laundry pile. And I seriously, seriously need to sort out my room. And help out with the housework. (My housemates probably hate me right now.)

So far I’ve written 30,000 words. 20,000 more to go!