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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 08/08/2022
Year 2072
Born 1957, F, from Mesick Michigan, United StatesYear 2072
COVID-19 is out of control. New variants and mutations have invaded every vaccine which has been developed and is currently in use. Some citizens have endured fifteen boosters with little to no success in controlling the ever-growing virus. The government has come up with a strict plan to finally stop the spread of this vicious disease. It's a far-fetched plan but it will work.
The plan calls for every citizen from the youngest infant to the oldest adult who are vaccinated, and anyone who is not vaccinated and got sick with mild symptoms but recovered, to be transported to our nearest sister planet named PRT239. Many citizens are OK with this mandate because space travel is widespread, and people have been traveling to Mars and the Moon for years. Because this is a mandated order the military and space center personnel are told to fire at will anyone who refuses the mandate. Orders are given to terminate and dispose.
The governmental agency named TAKE (Transport, Assist, Known, Establish) has the job of making sure new inhabitants have all they need to survive and are comfortable. Subjects will take nothing with them. Everything is provided. All they need to do is board the airship. Their time on PRT239 is unknown.
At Space Control Centers around the world people are boarding space crafts at unbelievable numbers.
“Another ship is headed out on platform16B. Forty-nine million passengers on board Lieutenant. Platforms 18B, 26C and 29C are ready for departure with thirty-six million passengers boarded.
“What is the current population on PRT239?
“992 million at present sir.”
“Good, keep boarding and transporting.
Uniformed officers arrive at Sean Madison's home at 3:04 A.M. Tuesday morning awakening his 3-year-old son, 6-year-old daughter and wife Missy of 10 years.
Sean stumbles down the stairs and swings open the door. “Hey, what the hell is going on? It's four in the morning. Have some respect.”
“Get your daughter sir and come with us please. You and your daughter are vaccinated. You need to come with us now.”
“How do you know that?”
“We just know. Let's go sir.”
“No! My wife and son.....”
“They are of no concern to us.”
The officer pushes Sean towards the van. A female officer picks up his daughter carries her to the van and gently places her on a seat next to an elderly lady around the age of 80. The vehicle is overfilled with stunned and sleepy men, women and children. All Sean can do is call for his wife and son. As the van pulls away Missy falls to the ground with their son sobbing incoherently. Gunshots are heard in the distance as residents refusing to leave are killed on the spot. All through neighborhoods across the world scenes like this play out as the vaccinated and newly sick but recovered are being dragged from their families.
Millions of people throughout the world are lining up at vaccine centers to get vaccinated because they want to be with their loved ones only to be told it is too late. Once the evacuation process has begun citizens can no longer be vaccinated. The Vaccine Collection Task Force of around eight hundred million collectors worldwide are in the process of collecting all vaccines where they will be packed and transported to station 9987 on PRT240 (Twin planet to PRT239) to be destroyed.
Later that day Dr. Devon Strickland, his daughter Karen, and wife Char head for his laboratory. “Something doesn't feel right Char. I don't think it's good that the government is sending the vaccinated to PRT 239. My question is Why? What can they possibly gain from doing that. I think it's safer if we stay here.”
“But dad we can't stay. We are vaccinated remember?”
“I know honey. But there is a way to get the vaccine and it's tracking fluid out of our bodies. The government has been dishonest with its citizens. They are tracking us. That's how they know who has been vaccinated. Hospitals, clinics, doctor offices and such do not and never have kept documentation on people who receive the vaccines. There's no need to because of the tracking fluid. They only thought they were keeping track of the numbers and reporting them to the government.
“But how?”
“They put a special dye in the liquid of the vaccine. It can't be detected in any way. Not through blood test, CT, Pet scans or any other means. But I know how to get rid of it. I was sworn to secrecy, but this is serious. The process of draining the tracking dye is quite complexed but it can be done. The dye must be separated from the vaccine first then drain out the vaccine itself.
“I will go first to prove to you it is safe, and it works. Char you must connect me to this machine. Pay close attention to the diagram on the wall over there. It shows you exactly how to hook me up and which tubes and holders are used for both the dye and the vaccine. Be sure to begin the process of removing the dye first. That is very important. If you don't do that correctly the dye will remain in my body once the vaccine has been removed and it will eventually kill me. So, it's vital that all the dye is removed first. Do you understand?”
“Yes, honey I got this. I understand.”
“OK good. The whole process will take about thirty minutes. Once I'm finished, I will do you next and then finally Karen. Get me hooked up and get started. I trust you Char. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
At the Headquarters of Search and Demolish men are engaging in a plan to destroy vital machinery which can remove important data. “We must blow up the complexes, so no one has access to the Vaccine Removal Machines. Be sure that all five thousand machines across the global spectrum are destroyed. Also track down all the scientist who know about the machines and how they work and dispose of them. They must not be allowed to remove the vaccines on themselves or anyone else.”
“Yes sir. We have the explosives ready to activate immediately.”
“Head to the control center. We will initiate detonation in two hours.”
“Char? Karen? Are you two, OK?”
“Ya, we're fine. How about you?”
“Good, let's get out of here.”
“Where are we going dad?”
“Back home. We are safe there. They can't detect us therefore they will leave us alone.”
That evening after dinner as the family is watching television an important news flash blinks across their hundred- and fifty-inch screen. EXPLOSION AT DUCAN LABORATORY. FULL DISTRUCTION. NO DEATHS REPORTED.
“Oh my God Sean!”
“Ya, I know Char. I told you something didn't feel right.”
The year is now 2172.
In a new world of around three billion inhabitants' life continues with a new normalcy for the people who remain. That is the unvaccinated. Jobs are easy to find. There is plenty of food and other necessities for all citizens. Cities like New York, Tokyo, Delhi are much less populated. Best of all there's more peace and less violence and crime. People are healthier, happier and more content.
Generations have come and gone. No one speaks of what happened a hundred years ago. Family members who watched their loved ones being seized and taken to PRT239 never heard from them again. Nothing about the disease that so devastated the world remain. Nothing in history, technology, medical journals, or science journals. Absolutely nothing. COVID-19 was like it never existed. Eventually the government claimed responsibility. Declaring it was the vaccinated who spread the disease because of a special tracking dye which was planted in the vaccines. Members of the leadership admit that the vaccinated would perish in five to eight short years because the dye would become thick and turn poisonous in turn causing death. Therefore, the spreading of COVID-19 would occur through the dying person's last few breathes. So, whoever was near the dying at the time would get the disease. The government claimed that's why the vaccinated had to be sent to Planet PRT239 to clean up their mistake and stop the spread of the disease. But no one will ever know for sure.
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