Memories of Connor's Adventures

Orlando the Adventurer pulled a Scimitar from beneath his Robes and smiled...

Tuesday 7 April 2020

Short Fiction: Bioweapon

"Let me know if you see any iron." Perhaps he said it as a joke but the circular objects in the slide under the white frame microscope ill balanced on the table covered in books varied in state, one with a distinct corona of iron wires radiating around the exterior, and the other a bald amber quality, the entire scene confusing. The voice mumbling something inaudible.
"I dont understand." The confused technician looking up, stared at the microscope and around the room with people who were focused on their own tasks. Looking back at the microscope and its slide, a thought that the objects were shifting in state. Almost like they were varying in quantum possibility to escape scrutiny, or extinction, or simply the certainty of discovery. "What is it I'm looking at?"

The slide continued to shift. Circles with amber. Circles with an iron wire periphery. It was no longer a matter of simple uncertainty. It was though they were undergoing quantum teleportation. Was someone using quantum teleportation on the virus from a remote location to make it more dangerous? To kill anyone and everyone? To get past the certainty of a cure or antibody immunity?

"I dont..." The technician was all the more confused. Why would anyone do something like that? "...understand."

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