Xenocracy-3BB

A million thoughts are swirling around your head, but one thing is immediately clear.  You can’t risk coming into contact with anyone else.  All you can hope to do is get the nasty sludge off your body as quickly as you can.
You head for one of the shower stalls in the corner of the room.  The floor is now clean.  You turn on the water, hoping to cleanse yourself as quickly as possible.  Maybe you can halt the progress of whatever this is in its tracks.
Your hopes are dashed when more toxic sludge begins to ooze from the shower head.  It lands with a sick plop on your skin, and chunks of your damaged flesh come off with it.
This was terrorism, you think to yourself.  I’m going to die without having warned anyone about the malfunctioning toilets.
In the crazy, mixed-up world that was Earth, you suppose that it only makes sense to die by way of a noxious toilet.

2 comments:

  1. Boy, did I choose the wrong adventure!

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  2. LOL! I enjoyed the journey, thank you. I guess there wasn't any way of avoiding the inevitable, but I'm like Captain Kirk in the new Star Trek. I'd find a way to succeed.

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