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Weeding the Allotment

3rd April, Story #94/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished 3 months ago 3 min read

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.


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.

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Thank you again! I do my best to reciprocate all reads. Leaving a comment for me makes that easier 😁

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Comments (10)

  • Lamar Wiggins2 months ago

    Such a cool thought/prompt. Can you imagine how lush the earth would be right now if we weren’t trampling all over it.

  • Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago

    This is so disturbing and thought-provoking. The Earth seems to be fighting back against us more and more lately, so perhaps we are just little diseases to it. Whether or not aliens will come and eradicate said disease for the Earth, well, it could only be so fortunate…and us unfortunate…well done.

  • D.K. Shepard3 months ago

    Ooooh! A Sci-fi apocalyptic micro masterpiece!

  • Caroline Craven3 months ago

    Ha! That’s a quite a twist. We’re the disease! I think that sounds about right! This was fab. Well done.

  • JBaz3 months ago

    I guess I agree, but that would also mean I have to go. So, I am on the fence. I really enjoyed this one

  • John Cox3 months ago

    I absolutely loved this. The image of the Earth as a higher intelligence's garden and humanity the pesky critters poisoning the crops is a hoot. This is what Twilight Zone might have been if Rod Serling had a sense of humor. Favorite line: But they are burrowed in like dirty little ticks. Dirty little ticks fairly rolls off the tongue. Great storytelling, LC!

  • Alexander McEvoy3 months ago

    Wow... This was enthralling, LC! I love the idea that aliens are going to use our own forgotten historic plagues to wipe us out

  • Thavien Yliaster3 months ago

    So they've been sending that stuff all along. Well, hopefully their hubris won't do them in when they get to that room of stored diseases and come to learn to little to late that we've crafted several diseases specifically catered to attack them be it viral, bacterial, fungal, or hell even prions. Those who think that they are above will always get humbled and brought back down.

  • When it's that easy to slip by another's defenses, there's always the possibility it's a trap. Especially if you happen to be flying in from Venus. (How did that plant get its name anyway? Not the fly trap part. That's fairly obvious. But why Venus?)

  • Is it sad that this perspective is something that at times feels justified? I think humans are capable of so much good, yet so often act as if they were a disease. Hopefully more people become better in the Future. If such an alien species were to exist, maybe they would make it so that only the "bad ones" got it haha. Well written LC!

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