In to the weeds

In to the weeds
Originally uploaded by dragko.

We come into your territory and we are prolific. We spread our genes wide. We have been designed this way. We did not choose to be who we are, but now that we are, we are proud. We stand tall, taller even than the oppressed refugees you have chosen to live in your land. You may cut them to keep them from over taking you but you fear us so you destroy us.

Oh to be accepted as part of your great land. Your yard.

outsane

outsane
Originally uploaded by dragko.

Looking out from within his chamber, the grown man feels like an infant. The walls stark, the light starker, his mind is blurred by the systematic removal of his personality. Three a day, red ones. He has not even been told their effects. His only saving grace a beautiful woman, or at least a picture of her, hangs on the wall. Not by a sharp nail unfortunately but merely affixed with his own chemical sweat.

Idea abuse

I get an idea. I love the idea. I play with the idea. I get frustrated with said idea.

I abandon idea.

The endless cycle.

The instability of our electric lives (zombie infection).

A while ago I read a Straight dope article on something starteling
http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mzombiepower.html

So what would happen to society if a rage like or Zombie like virus were to run rampant.  

The answer given is alarming but not surprising.  Power could completely go offline in a very short time.  Probably no longer than a day.  

It brings up a very real question.  If a virus as contagious as rage was released into one human and assuming it was not jumped on immediately and stopped in the first couple hundred infections (which I don’t think is possible)   how fast would the national, international, intercontinental spread be.    Now please keep in mind this is purely prediction based solely on my opinions and in no way is it based in fact and possibly reality.  It is merely how I picture the spread.

I think there would definitely be stages.  A single building could be infected in minutes.  But then the time it takes even fast moving zombies to make it to their next victim would be enough to mobilize at least a few people to start dealing with the problem.  Without adequate training and preparedness this force would be easily overrun in minutes if an hour.  

If this did occur the force would move to the next stage.  This stage would need to be met with insane and unrelenting military force.  I am talking the big one.  Even a small town of 30,000 people if infected would be a very large numbers for any local detachment to deal with and the system would be in place for a global outbreak.  

If this small by today’s standards infection was not met Switch to 3rd stage.  The time it takes to cross the country would vary greatly on peoples reaction.  If people leave the town and make a run for it.  The traffic line would act as a very quick route for an exponential infection to travel much faster than humans so you could expect from that line a fanning effect of infections. If however people mostly stayed home there would be a period of days where it SEEMED the infection could be stopped.

Once the horde crosses the 100,000 mark a million followed by continental infection will occur.  This point there will be pockets intercontinental as well those local forces are now in stage 1 or two.  The 3rd stage can only be met with forces that will severely harm our chances of survival as a species and I think that is now end game.

Don’t get me wrong.  There would be human survivors but we would be quickly reduced to tribal humans one notch down on the food chain with severely flighty behaviors (quivering mass comes to mind).

Torment

Why is this happening. Every night I go to bed happy and secure and every morning I wake up a shivering mass of insecurities. It is insane I am continuously bombarded with dreams about my partner, cheating, lieing, leaving, and us fighting. It strange because I feel lately we have become more connected. I wake up in physical pain, my rib cage hurts. My heart is heavy.

What are these dreams for? Is it my brain trying to warn me of something or is it just the patch. I tend to think it is the patch as it got really bad around the same time I started using it.

I don't know what they are for, but I would love all these images to just fade away.

Visions.

The wind at my back I stand on the shore.  I look longingly into the sea, has my loved come home.  Alas the mast is merely a trader ship coming into port.  How many times had this exact vessel, now clearly the Tasmaran been mistaken for the one.

The messages from afar, that she sends, all to clear of her uneasiness with the waters.  The journey almost unbearable.  She has missed her sailing twice before.  And unfortunately I think there will be no more.  The horizon is clear and has been for some days.  I fear she has forgotten me.  On this island I call my home.  She will once again see beauty in a foreign land and I will know only suffering.

Bring forth the winds and let her hear my pleas.  Come back to me my fear come back.