Authors Note: Jd and a few others wish they had read the two stories I deleted as not being suitable for being my Seven Hundredth Story. I found this one by accident...the other one is lost in cyberspace somewhere. So here is * 700. LOL
Hope you are well. I am about to get my two canes and go outside and walk as far as I can. It is simply gorgeous out today. SPRING in all caps. Even if I don’t make it far, I shall just stand there like a long stemmed flower and face the sun. LOL
Anyways, I was looking through my mailboxes, and one of them said: “Drafts.” To my surprise this story was in there. It is one of the two I thought I had deleted as not worthy of being number seven hundred.
You said you wanted to read those two. Well, the other one is gone, but here is the ‘almost ran” . LOL Smiles, Kevin
Seven people were in that room that day. Between them they had Nine Nobel Prizes. One was a billionaire. One was a Hermit. One was known to be the World’s most skeptical Skeptic. Three were men. All of them were shocked into silence by the Skeptics cryptic remark.
Although the Skeptic’s word was the first word spoken…it was not the last. Many words were spent exploring the Data, Models, and AI led sifts through every known case…and outcome. Sure the words were perhaps a bit more erudite, precise, loaded, than those of your average six pack fueled conversations where statistics are made up on the spot, and backed with whole hearted belief.
There were no beliefs among this crowd. No. None at all. Just facts laid bare like bums at a nudist beach. And like those bums, most of those facts being bandied about had not seen the light of day in a long time either.
With a group of people with the brainpower and confidence that comes with that kind of critical thinking, there is no “Leader” - only equals. Opinions carried equal weight because all thoughts and word were weighed before they were spoken. Nobody was trying to convince, win over, or persuade anyone.
The only goal was to understand. Then explain.
The discussion started with one word: “Cows.”
It ended with a decision not to tell anyone…yet. In one of the few chuckles that day, at that meeting, with those minds- one of the women broke the tension with a simple comment:
“We need to milk this for all it is worth. “
The Facts, findings and outcomes of that meeting were not released to the General Public, Governments or the Media until three years after the Virus first hit. By then, no one really cared. The Earth, its people: animals, plants, air and water; had all become symbiotic. Each helping out the other in its own way.
Just two years after the minutes of that meeting were revealed to everyone, the nickname for Planet Earth became Eden. Just like the planet itself.
What the Magnificent Seven found out (Yes, that was their nickname)was simple: The Virus was domesticating Humans. Slowly filtering out those humans who cared less about people, health, and the future.
The more angry and cynical you were. The more you worried about your individual self and the heck with other people…the more likely you were to develop serious complications. Slowly, over three years, the Virus drove Humanity to care for each other. To stop the onslaught of Humanities attacks on Forests, water, air, the environment, climate, and even on each other.
The virus, it was discovered, was trying to infect us all, so it could live comfortably. Making us mildly sick, but boldly better people. You couldn’t fight it. It came back year after year…after year. Each time it did, the Human race, for lack of a better term: Mellowed.
We became kinder, more thoughtful, more aware. We took the time the Virus gave us to stay home to decide what kind of Home we wanted Earth to be. People who wanted to go back to the old ways of Corporate Greed, Government Malfeasance, and obvious displays of Power…died off.
Entire Industries collapsed. Never to return, or if they did, as mere shells of what they used to be. Money became unimportant for no other reason than it was useless. Money was just a way to funnel the idea that Productivity was king, and rich people were somehow better than anyone else. It was the Emperor’s new clothes.
Capitalism, all ism’s it turns out- struggled vainly to maintain a toe hold on the Human Condition. It lost. Nobody wanted to go back to a system where Billionaires complained about having to self quarantine on a six hundred foot yacht, or sixty room mansion (with pool, bowling alley, cinema, and gym!). Or they went to their private island, second homes or Chateaus to wait it out…letting the “peons’ risk their lives and lively hoods every day serving as grocery clerks, bus drivers, delivery people, and of course the new Modern Heroes; First Responders.
The folks that cared, risked their lives, and worked so the rest of us didn’t have to…THOSE became the people we admired, adored, and wanted to become. So we did.
The Virus had domesticated us to serve its needs. The kind of people who couldn’t serve the greater good, or value people over money…gone.
There was no one left alive to say with any voice dripping with sarcasm: “Do you want to be a Cow?”
People would simply point to the actual cows. For we no longer ate them - or any animal. Humanity learned how to make meat in a Vat that tasted better than any beef from Argentina, or any Chicken from Tyson. Replicators could make you deep water cold fish like Cod or Haddock, or the ever popular Tuna…without killing a single fish.
Cows were free range - as was nature- within limits.
For a while, like most fads, it was fun for just a bit- people would greet each other with a long slow : “Moooo…” And we would laugh out loud.
For we knew we were Cows now.
And we had mooooved into a future we never even thought of.