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The Nanite Invasion (11 ratings) by Roger Born
Page 2 of 2 we made more plans.
i drove through the desert to where they had first been discovered.
the national guard was bulldozing the new housing tract.
quarantine!
another army was formed. a more sophisticated one, and bigger!
men in bio suits. riding in bio tanks. men armed with our best weapons!
explosions! air strikes! armed intrusions! tanks with flame-throwers!
all their hiding places on fire! all the land for a hundred miles was
burned!
again we had won!
but, in the rejoicing and celebrations, chaos formed!
they lived in the fire too!
the wind was blowing them everywhere!
soon whole towns and cities were abandoned.
men, walking in the desert, walking in the country, everywhere,
aimlessly walking, touching animals and plants, and other people.
i found i was walking too, as in a dream.
i came alone into a desert compound. i still had my uniform.
many guns.
people drinking pre-nanite water.
a fire drawn from pre-nanite coals,
burning their safe, pre-nanite wood and paper.
i huddled with the rest of them around the fire.
no one spoke.
despair and hopelessness was resident on all the faces.
my personal invasion was now complete.
one sub-celled nanite, from the brow of my wife.
entering my body, taking over and multiplying, occupying one cell at a time.
unaware. painless and complete.
my body was no longer my habitation alone!
it was completely controlled and occupied by a nanite in my every cell!
only my mind, my intellect, (my soul?) was intact.
i knew! and i could do nothing!
each person invaded was now mute witness to the terror of the final end of
it all.
it did not matter. these people hiding would eventually be invaded.
silent, painless, horrible, and final death.
a sullen death that leaves you wakeful, helpless, and living a nightmare!
one day, they all would be completely taken over.
every man, woman, and child.
every plant and animal, every living thing.
another nanite world, with one unified mind, and one single, horrible
thought!
once this world was completely nanite, it would happen.
all living beings, their cells would dissolve, to become individual nanites.
each of them would build and launch their new little star carriers.
each of us, would watch the process begin, alone in our helpless, stolen
bodies.
no way to communicate to another.
no way to give or get comfort, or hope, or love. prayer was all that was
left us.
i thought i could hear some children crying nearby.
where would man go then? our souls set free from these occupied bodies?
man ruled his world completely.
he thought he was the supreme creature.
are these nanites creation's ultimate design?
is there no way to stop them?
very soon, manšs world would be finally, utterly, empty of all life!
nothing left! no trace of us.
nothing to show we had ever even existed!
nothing left of man or of his world at all!
only nanite dust, blowing through the stars.
(Scary story! Is it possible? Genesis 8:21-22)
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