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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 029
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan

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   Chapter 29

   The next five days were filled with women and girls on their backs with
their knees up.  In the sex department it seemed I had become the converse
of a Queen Bee.  My specific function seemed now to be reserved for
fertilizing females, many of them.

   I also spent hours each day greeting hundreds of followers, shaking
their hands and trying to say something clever in the fifteen or twenty
seconds I spent with them.  My right hand was swollen from all the
handshaking.

   Mike now had thirty people out checking on cattle, hogs, chickens and
turkeys.  He had found the people he'd sought in East Texas.  They had
indeed been tending chickens and turkeys.  They even had brooder houses in
operation and two large laying houses.  His last report to me told that we
had thousands of dozens of eggs and over sixty thousand chickens and
turkeys; some nearing maturity.  They would soon need processing.  Margaret
had told me that a processing plant near Mt Pleasant had been earmarked for
our use and that we would have enough knowledgeable people to operate it.

   Other reporting followers were trained to harvest the standing crops
that were salvageable and were in fact already working on it.  Hundreds of
abandoned hay meadows were being given a last cutting and food stocks
seemed now to be the least of our worries.  After learning of my fetish for
Ranch Style Beans; Margaret, who seemed to have information on every
available bulk storage facility in the states, had dispatched trucks to
retrieve pinto beans from scattered warehouses all over.  The main place
for canning Ranch Style Beans was indeed in Ft Worth and Margaret intended
to process the pintos until we ran out of cans to put them in.

   Frank was all set up to transfer data now.  He was already going all
over Dallas/Ft Worth with his uplink team and portable generators and fuel
trucks.  He'd even gotten one of the major ISP's servers running and all
the newsgroups were back online via these servers.  Of course there was
nobody left to post to them.  Oh well, at least now when I got on ASSD I
could finally get in the last word on Desdmona.

   We had Hawkeyes in the air all the time now and though they had located
a few smaller groups and were keeping tabs on them, they hadn't discovered
anything that looked like an immediate threat.

   Margaret told me that within a few days we would get members in that
would know how to access the spy satellites that were still whirling away
overhead.  She predicted that soon we would get an idea of what was going
on all over the world.  These upcoming arrivals would also have people that
would be able to check on the ballistic missiles that I had been worrying
about.  She expected to be able to launch them soon even though she
couldn't foresee any need for anything of the sort.

   Billy's group had been located and had been contacted.  He didn't want
to have anything to do with us.  His entire group wasn't of the same mind
though.  Two more of his men had slipped away to join us and brought six
women with them.  After the nurses checked the men out they were faithful
followers.  After these men spent a night or two with their own women,
those women's loyalty was assured too.

   Billy's group now stood at eight men and around forty women.  We had
them located and basically surrounded.  We only allowed them a small area
to operate in.  I felt sure that sooner or later he would just give up.  We
kept plenty of hardware and personnel around him to make sure he was
contained.

   What could go wrong now?  I was sure I would be one of the first to
know. I hoped that it wouldn't be anything devastating but I knew that
something must be coming to upset the works.

   It arrived from the most unexpected person.  Aimee had returned to me
tonight and we were alone in my bedroom.  I didn't tease or role-play
forced sex with her this time.  I just treated her like the wonderful jewel
that she was and concentrated on letting her know that I loved her and that
I wanted her to have my child.

   I wasn't trying to trick Aimee.  I didn't think she really needed to be
turned back to me.  She explained her feelings to me and I just assumed
that Johnny hadn't really been able to complete the trick on her.

   When we made love though, Aimee did lose consciousness.  She went out
like the proverbial light and she stayed out.  I didn't really worry about
it for nearly an hour, after that time though I began having doubts.  I
hadn't preformed the procedure at all but she was still unresponsive.  I
had been in her as deeply as I could get but that alone had never caused
anything like this.

   Fifteen minutes later with no change I put on a T-shirt and some pants
and went looking for Karen, Diane and Janet.  Nancy was with them and she
came also.  When we got back to Aimee she was unchanged.

   The doctors checked her pulse and respiration and found nothing wrong.
We were just about to have Henny warm up a Huey and put Aimee on a
stretcher to take her to the hospital.  We had put one into service in
anticipation of later need.  Then Aimee moved and moaned.

   She seemed to be talking in her sleep.  She didn't come around right at
first but seemed to be dreaming now, tossing and turning and mumbling
nonsense.  I couldn't decide if I was relieved or not.  I stayed right by
her on the bed and put my arms around her.

   Aimee's eyes opened and at first she looked frightened.  Her eyes were
wide and she didn't seem to be focusing on me or on anyone.  She gasped as
in horror.  It was as if her eyes were open but she was still dreaming.

   "The virus.  Wah wa we all have it." Aimee stuttered.

   "What did you say Aimee?" I asked but got no response.

   She closed her eyes again then and lay back limply.  She tossed and
wiggled every now and again but was obviously still out.  I was worried. 
We were all worried.  She had said that we all had the virus.  What virus?
Did she mean the one that caused all the deaths?  It was the only thing I
could think of.  How did she know it was a virus?

   I didn't know what to think.  Was Aimee just having a nightmare?  That
was the most likely thing.  If it was a nightmare why did she slip back to
sleep?  Was it sleep or another form of unconsciousness?  What was wrong
with Aimee and how could we help her.

   I sent for Seven and when she arrived I told her the whole thing.  She
called Margaret right away and explained it to her.  Margaret headed to the
house and was bringing two of the doctors that had come in a day ago.  One
was a psychiatrist and the other had been one of the researchers that
Carlisle had hired to work on the trick.

   Aimee was unchanged when they got here about forty minutes later.  They
huddled together with Seven, Karen, Diane and Janet discussing what we knew
about Aimee.  I noticed that no one mentioned the trick by Johnny that
hadn't worked.  Maybe they didn't know about it.

   I told them about it.  I explained how it had happened.  Most of them
were surprised that even though the physical trick had appeared to work,
Aimee hadn't been changed by it.

   Of course Karen, Diane, Nancy, Janet, Margaret and Seven were surprised
the most.  The researcher, Marc, had an inkling of what the process was. 
Lester, the psychiatrist was nonplused and clearly didn't believe it.  I
hated taking time to explain it to him and was short on time for convincing
him that it was true.  I just opened Marc for instructions and made him
jump through a few hoops.  Then I did the same for Lester.  When I closed
them I released the command that kept them from remembering the procedure.
Explanation over.

   Marc and Lester were both amazed.  Seven went on to explain to them
everything she knew about the trick.  It all seemed for nothing.  Neither
of them had any idea how to help Aimee.  Then Aimee opened her eyes again.
I got back on the bed with her and took her in my arms.

   "We all have the virus Jack.  It talked to me." Aimee told me.

   How could I respond to that?  I didn't have a clue about what to say. 
We were all going to die if it was true.  Everything we were doing was for
nothing.  We were dead.

   "It's in everyone Jack, everyone.  It talked to me and I can talk to it.
They killed all those people on purpose.  We weren't developing like they
wanted and so they just killed most of us." Aimee said and then slumped
back.

   She didn't go back under this time.  She just lay there looking up at
me. I lay down beside her and held her and told her everything would be all
right.  I sure as hell didn't know that but it was all I could think of to
do.

   Everyone else was speechless.  They were stunned.  Of course they were
stunned.  We all knew what the sickness had done.  Now Aimee was telling us
it was a virus and that we all had it.  It didn't make sense that she
claimed to be able to talk with it.  None of the rest of it made sense
either.  There was nothing to do but wait and see if she would say more.

   I asked everyone to leave us alone.  I promised them that I would call
them back if anything else surfaced.  I felt like Aimee just needed some
time to rest.  Even if it had all just been a nightmare, a nightmare like
that would be very unsettling.  I didn't really think it was a nightmare
though.  I had a feeling that there was something to it but I couldn't
figure out how there could be.  I hugged Aimee closer to me and just held
her.

   I guess I had drifted off to sleep.  I woke when Aimee stirred.

   "I need to pee Jack." Aimee told me.

   "Need any help?" I asked wondering if she could get up and walk after
her ordeal.

   "I've been going to the potty by myself for quite a while Jack, I think
I remember how it works." Aimee teased me.

   "OK Nancy, uh Aimee, I just wanted to make sure you could navigate.  Do
you feel alright now?" I asked.

   "I feel a lot better now but I have some strange things to tell you
later." She said.

   They couldn't be any stranger than what she had already shared.  I
wasn't sure I wanted to know any more about it.  That wasn't the truth
though.  I was dying to know.  I had been beating myself up for weeks
wondering about the sickness.  Now it seemed that Aimee had some answers.
Trouble was that I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like them.

   Aimee came back a couple of minutes later and sat on the edge of the
bed. She seemed alert and composed now.  I asked her if she could tell me
what had happened to her.

   "After I passed out, I don't know how long after, I sensed something
like a voice in my head.  I thought I was dreaming at first but it wasn't a
dream, it just seemed like I heard someone whispering.  I couldn't make out
what they were saying.  I tried to wake up and couldn't.  I felt scared and
disoriented, I was right on the edge of consciousness but couldn't get
over.

   "I tried to speak to them, I called out.  I don't guess I was really
speaking but it seemed like I was.  The voices went silent as if they had
heard me and were trying to remain unnoticed now.  That made me mad and I
spoke again.  I asked them who they were and what they were whispering
about.  They still didn't say anything, they wouldn't reply.  It made me
madder and in my mind I screamed at them.

   "A voice replied then.  It asked me to calm down.  It said it would talk
to me but asked again that I calm down.  I realized then that it was a
voice inside my head and that it wasn't really speaking.  It was
communicating but not with speech.  I asked who it was and it told me that
it was what I would call a virus; it said that we usually referred to it as
the sickness.  Then I asked it whom it meant by we and it said the humans.

   "I think I freaked out for a while then.  When I settled down again I
called to it and it answered.  I asked how it could speak to me and it told
me that it was a part of me now.  It said it was communicating directly
through thoughts.  It explained that the communication wasn't supposed to
occur and it didn't know how it had started.  That was why it had been
hesitant to reply to me at first.

   "I knew that I needed to ask it a lot of questions but I couldn't think
of them.  I was scrambling for something to keep it communicating because I
didn't know if it would stop or what.  I asked it to tell me about itself
and how it got in me.  Once it started I almost wished I hadn't asked.

   "It is a virus Jack but not form earth.  It was put here about
twenty-five or thirty days before the dying started.  Aliens put it here
Jack; it's some kind of alien virus.  They put it here to thin out the
population.  They wanted all those people to die.  They killed them on
purpose." Aimee told me.

   "But why Aimee?  And why didn't all of us die.  How did you live if
you're infected?" I asked.

   "We're all infected Jack.  It's in all of us, it told me that.  We were
all infected and the virus gathered data on us and sent it to the alien's
vessel.  They selected whom they wanted to live and just killed all the
rest.  They did it slowly and in an organized fashion so things would be
cleaned up and so those of us that lived would have an easier time getting
going again.  They planned the whole thing Jack." Aimee said.

   "Who planned it Aimee, and why?" I asked.

   "The virus just said that we would probably call them aliens and that
the aliens had planned it.  It didn't know the reasons for it.  The virus
was just introduced into all of us.  They gathered information about their
individual host and then transmitted it to the alien's ship.  The aliens
decided who was going to live and who was going to die and they put out the
drone and instructed it to conduct the terminations.  Then the alien ship
left." Aimee explained.

   "What drone?  What is the drone?" I asked trying to sound calm but I'm
sure I wasn't.

   "The virus told me that there is an alien drone, some sort of space
vessel I guess, on the other side of Jupiter.  The aliens gave it the
instructions for terminating the selected ones in an orderly fashion.  The
virus doesn't know why individuals were selected.  The drone signaled the
viruses in the selected individuals that were to be terminated and
instructed them to carry out their termination.  The drone gave the signal
to terminate in a pattern that was determined before the ship left.  The
drone did have the ability to modify the order if it decided it needed to
for unexpected situations." Aimee told me.

   "Does it know how many people are left alive?" I asked.

   "I didn't think to ask it.  When I talk to it again I will ask.  I think
you should try to figure out what you would like to ask it and then tell
me." Aimee said.

   "You mean that you are going to be able to talk to it again?" I asked.

   "I think so and it seemed to think I would be able to.  It indicated
that after I had made contact I would be able to address it anytime I
wasn't conscious.  It doesn't think we can communicate when I am conscious;
but it isn't sure we can't." Aimee said.

   "Did it say whether it was going to kill the rest of us?" I asked.

   "It said that all the terminations had been performed now.  The drone
still has the authority to order more terminations but it actually isn't
supposed to unless something drastic happens.  It didn't tell me what
constituted drastic though.  It did tell me that further terminations were
not likely." Aimee said.

   That was a relief at least.  It was a big relief.  It was probably the
best news I'd had since Nancy followed me into my bedroom that first time
in Austin, God that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

   I didn't know whether to shit or go blind.  I must have had a million
questions in my head to ask Aimee to ask the virus.  It was still hard to
believe though.  I wondered if I should tell the others and if yes, which
of the others I should tell.  I decided not to tell a fucking soul yet and
I asked Aimee not to either.

   I wanted to just think.  I wanted to lie here in the bedroom with Aimee
and think.  I didn't want any disturbances.  I lay back down and pulled
Aimee down beside me and held her.  That was all I wanted to do now.  Lie
here holding Aimee and think about what she had told me.

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   To be continued

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