The End of Sickness

The End of Sickness

                Medicine advanced to the Omega Point. Pills and vaccines reached the height of complexity and breadth. Even the most obscure and rare diseases were treated with close to one hundred percent cure rate. That was a good thing for mankind. Even the little proteins at the ends of our chromosomes were lengthened to extend the age of humans. The world wide life expectancy is one hundred and twenty. The world population is somewhere in the one hundred billions. We’re literally building on top of one another. Sky scrapers have reached a record setting height. To feed the masses, the moon was turned into one large farm. Crops were sent by transport to Earth several times a day. How long would we be able to survive like this?

                The oceans have been filled in with composite earth and terra-formed into plains for level construction. There was still war however, but nothing takes out millions like a pandemic.

                “This isn’t natural, there needs to be attrition.” Said Mr. X the worldwide dictator.

                “We need to develop a virus that spreads easily and cannot be treated.” Said Mr. X.

                “You’re saying we need to kill people!?” Said Davis, the dictator’s trusted advisor.

                “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. We can’t sustain this level of population. The Earth cannot support it. I’m sorry Davis, if you don’t agree with me, then you have to go.” Said Mr. X as he raised the silenced pistol and pulled the trigger. Davis fell to the floor, blood leaked into the fine carpet.

                “Now, I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Mr. X said as he speed dialed a number in his phone.

                “Hello? This is the retro virus lab.” Said a scientist.

                “Hello, this is the president. I want you to engineer a highly contagious and resistant virus. This will be for research only. Let me know how the experiments are going, you’ll be funded completely.” Said Mr. X.

                “Um, ok. Can I ask why you need this?” Said the scientist.

                “For population control. If you don’t agree with this, then I’ll have you killed. I already killed one person today. But in all honesty it’s for genetic advancements through specialized transduction. I’m sure I don’t have to explain that to you.”

                “No sir, I understand.” Said the scientist.

                They developed the virus and released it into the public. It spread rapidly and wiped out 99.9999% of the population, leaving only the president alive, who happened to take the only vaccine for it. Now he’s alone with a completely empty Earth. The deliveries stopped coming to Earth from the moon, with no one to guide them. The president tried to kill himself but every attempt was a fail. He lived until the end of the Earth, millions of years later. He died a lonely, maniacal man.