Weeding the Allotment

This is something we know about the Men: there's a Room. Full of disease. Every disease that has ever affected humankind. The ones they vanquished, so that the only trace of it was right here, in this Room. And the ones they didn't.

Here is the thing we know about disease: every time they made an advancement against it, Nature laughed at them. Made the sickness stronger, more virulent. Or, if they succeeded against that one, she sent them another one. Or two.

Always, they have been too narrow-sighted to see that they, that is, people, they are the disease. And the world... Oh the Earth has been trying ever so hard to rid herself of them. But they are burrowed in like dirty little ticks.

Why, you might ask, why be so stupid as to keep traces of dangerous illnesses? Why not eradicate them and be done? What hubris is this? Like a cat, who defeats his opponent but must let him live so he knows he's defeated? But not stalking away waving his tail at his foe with arrogant carelessness, oh no. Each one pinned down carefully, like butterflies, and locked away in an elaborate prison.

It's pride and certainty for the Cat, but it's fear for the Man. Fear that the defeated might come back, and the Man be grossly unprepared. He wants to be one step ahead. Should the unthinkable happen, he intends to already have a hostage in his posession. To have the jump on his wily opponent. To be able to get to work immediately on a cure, or better, a vaccine.

The Men think this Room will be their salvation, but they are wrong. It will be their downfall.

Some think Man's dominion over Nature is Divine. Let us be the hand of the Devil, then, and turn the key to unleash these combined horrors on the world.

It has been easy to slink past their paltry technology in the sky and on the ground. Even though they're watching for us.

What a paradise our garden planet will be once more, when these pesky humans are gone from it.

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Word count: (excluding note): 366

Submitted on: 3rd April at 21:10

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you for reading! Especially if you are one of the people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you 😁

A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes an 94 day streak since the 1st January. I'm collating them all here.

The Prompt: this story sprouted from the thought: What if Earth is just an allotment for a more advanced species?

If you use this as a prompt, I'd love to see the story you create, please leave me a link in the comments!

If you'd like some more prompts to get your inky juices flowing, please have a look at my prompts for April.

Thank you

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