The Refractory Period

The Refractory Period

Copyright@DonStyer 2007-2009

Chapter 1

Showdown at the Shithole

This is the diary of a dying man. If you are reading this now, I am most certainly dead, one way or the other.

Ok…I’m not dead yet.  You actually caught me at the end here, so when I do die someone like yourself will stumble upon this and read it.

That was the plan anyway, but if you have time to make a plan you allow plenty of time to fuck it up.

Truth of the matter is I’m surrounded by an army of about 500 soldiers just waiting for the order to breach this hovel.  I’m sitting in this rotted out house, my back to the wall and my trusty gun pointed at my head.  A chrome plated .50 caliber masterpiece with one round in the chamber.

At this distance a gun of such power could make a hollowed out pumpkin of my skull.

If one were so inclined.

One bullet saved for me.

At least that was the plan, ‘til you came and fucked it up.

Just one quick pull of my finger and this gun will discharge in my face and end our short relationship together. But now it’s not as easy as all that, there’s more to the story.

If I kill myself right now I’m effectively ending the world.  If I kill myself you will never read this, you won’t ever even exist.

I know by now you have to be asking yourself “How can one man be so important?”  Well it’s nothing I ever asked for, that’s for certain.

I was just your typical guy, horny as hell, loved beer, and lazy.

I’m not your hero, that’s for sure.  So don’t get any ideas in your head that I’m someone to look up to or idolize. I’m a self proclaimed piece of shit.

Yet the whole world rests on me saving it.

If one were so inclined.

I never asked for any of this.

I don’t have any of the traits of a hero, I don’t have any ideals I’m fighting for, and I sure as shit wouldn’t give my life to save yours.  By not killing myself, I am saving yours.  So remember this favor just in case I ever need anything.

I guess if you have come this far I might as well tell you the whole story.  I might as well tell you how I ended up in a rotted out box with an army surrounding me.

Sit back, grab a drink and get ready for a kick in the face.

It’s not pretty.

I’ll start it all off with a quote.  A wise man once said:

“He who controls the past, controls the future, and he who controls the present controls the past.”

I control it all, and you’re going to hate me for it.


Chapter 2 

Introduction Rant.


My name is Clive Banks.

Say it in your head a couple times.  It just rolls off your tongue, fucking suave as hell.

I work from home, I’m a domain lurker.  Never heard of that before?  It’s a great job, I find website names that aren’t taken yet and claim them for myself, and then sell them when someone wants it.  Virtual real estate is the wave of the future my friends.  Just two weeks ago I spoke with a music industry contact about a new act that was signed to a major label, Lovetown.  Without a doubt the biggest bucket of homosex name I’ve heard in my entire life, a boy band, go figure.  Within minutes I had claimed every possible combination of that name on the net: Lovetown.com .org .net, I had it all.  I then contacted the record label with an offer to sell some of this real estate; they just had to have Lovetown.com and they paid me twenty thousand clams for it.

It’s what I do kiddies, and I am damn good at my job.  Hell I could have your name registered right now, and if you give me shit I’ll make damn certain anyone who comes to your name gets a nice close-up of David Hasselhoff’s cock.

Not that I have any saved pictures of David Hasselhoff’s cock…..Just for the record.

In my free time I play video games, go out to the bar and attempt to get laid,  and I moderate a forum where pissed off boyfriends can post naked incriminating photos of their ex, check it out sometime, YouFuckingWhore.org

Now ladies if you’re reading this I don’t want to give off the wrong impression, I’m not nearly as big of an asshole as I come off to be, I just want to slam your hot box so bad that I lose sleep at night.  I am a huge fan of the vagina, and I just wanted you all to know it.  If I’m somehow still alive when you’re reading this, keep that ass warm for me.

Now you have an idea of who I am, and if you are still reading this you‘re either a nympho or just a piece of shit like me.  We’re all friends here; I just wanted to get the personal stuff out of the way because you can’t experience someone if you don’t know their dirty little secrets.  I’m glad we have it all in the open.

I am pretty content with my life, there’s really nothing I want to openly complain about.

Wait…..I lied, there is one thing……stupid people.

There are just some people who utterly amaze me when they remember to breathe.  You know who you are; you call in to the pizza place and complain because your order took one minute over the quoted time or you try to sue the fast food chain because it made you fat.

You fuckin mouth breathers, you diaper wearing shit-eaters, you make me sick.

You are the decay of society; you are that nasty brown ring around my toilet.

You probably have Lovetown on your mp3 player you mother fuckers.

The golden age of the idiots is coming to an end, you will either wake up or you will accidentally strangle yourself with your pedometer string.

If it were up to me I would renovate the coliseum and let fifty thousand Romans watch as a den of lions eats your asshole.

Ok let’s slow down…..I got way off topic there.  The entire point of this was to introduce myself, to give you an idea of who I am.  Safe to say if you had any reservations about me being an asshole I’ve safely laid those to rest.

Let’s get down to brass tax; the real reason why you are here is to know what happened to me.  I’m going to stay on point for the rest of our trip here, I’m going to tell you what really happened, and enlighten you as to why I wanted to kill myself.

It certainly isn’t because of the fore-mentioned reasons, this goes beyond me.  Something happened in the world, and it hit us all like a fuckin bomb man.

Chapter 3

The State of Things


The more you sit back and think about the world, the more you realize that something’s wrong here.

If there was a God, he probably died a long time ago.

Nietzsche was right after all.

Nobody is watching over us right now, our entire civilization is a kindergarten class.  The world’s superpowers are just your garden variety bully kicking your ass for some milk money.  That’s all there is to it, it’s as simple as that.

We are at war on so many levels. 

We are at war with each other

We are at war with change

We are at war with ourselves.

We are at war with the world.

Most people don’t realize, but the world is fighting back.  Do you think it’s a fucking coincidence that new diseases are appearing every day? Do you think it’s a coincidence that our cures become ineffective because of mutations and new strands of them?

Fight or flight.

The earth has come to the conclusion to fight.  Humans are a plague and the planet wants us out. 

We had our chances.  What’s the use of developing such a large brain if we are only going to use it to destroy and to assert our dominance over the world?

Listen very closely you mother fuckers; you’re going to kill us all.  By the time you read this it is already going to be too late.  But I just wanted to make sure I pointed my finger at the cause and gave you a nice fuck you in the process.

Where did it all go wrong?

The minute we abandoned harmony and started reaching for the stars, the minute we decided that we have souls and the rest of the life on the planet does not, that’s a good start.

We are so fucking full of ourselves that we lose the true meaning of everything, so caught up in our own petty fucking drama that we lose sight of the big picture.

What is the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is to live, and then die.  There’s not much more to it than that, live your life, and try not to fuck it up for everyone else.

It sounds simple but you are never going to get it, it’s too late.

It’s the year 2010.  There are now 4 countries in the world: The European Union, The African Union, The Asian Union, and America.  Within twenty years there will be only 2 countries, and in another 30, just 1.

AIDS has not run its course; we are no closer to a cure now than we were 10 years ago.

A new form of cancer emerges once a week.  The human DNA pool is flooded with disease.  As of right now only 5% of the world’s population is born without a hereditary virus or condition.

Strangely enough racism is still around.  Fucking ignorant bastards keep having children and passing along their hatred.  Luckily enough most of them aren’t going to make it.

With all the diseases out there I am still amazed that I haven’t caught anything, mostly thinking about all the sex I have.

Then the new one hit, CDS.

Game over, thanks for coming.

Enjoy your time while you have it, this is most likely the last virus we will ever see.

The earth finally got its shit together and threw CDS at us.

Probability of death if infected by CDS………………..100%

The most efficient virus in history, and it appeared overnight.

I was watching all about it on the news, and then I heard a knock on my door.



Chapter 4

Panic

Panic on the streets of London.

Panic on the streets of Birmingham.

I wonder to myself.

God I love that song.

But that’s the basic gist of it.  It started out like any other news story, small pocketed cases in some backwoods town, but it turned into something far greater.

Within weeks countries were struggling to get a grip on how many people were infected, they implemented census like testing measures, each city with its own make-shift testing center so people could find out.

They knew little about the virus at that time, it laid dormant for a period of time and then when it became active it made its presence known.  It was a scary thing to look at through a microscope; an infected person had the virus present in every single cell of their body, even skin cells.

No virus was ever so easy to diagnose, you could take a scraping from your scalp and they could find it.  At first no one died from it, it took scientists two years of intensive screening to even find out what it was attacking.

I was sitting by my television like every other American when I heard the knock at my door.

This is where we left off.

I answered the door and there stood a well dressed man in a suit.  He told me that testing was being done in alphabetical order, and that the B’s were to report to the testing center right away.

I made my way to the testing center and got in line.  Imagine that the carnival was in town and they had their multi colored tents set up everywhere.  That’s basically what you would see except for the fact that instead of games and rides you have about 200 nurses lined up to take your blood with needles in hand.

I never really liked the carnival anyway.

No donuts or orange juice for those who showed up, your only reward was that when you left you knew whether you were fucked or not.
I thought at the time that they had to at least know whether the virus was airborne or not, because only a moron would put all of these people together on the off chance that they were proliferating the virus.

I got the news before I left.

I could feel beads of sweat forming as I waited patiently for her to tell me. Every fingernail was down to the nub by the time she finally came over.

Negative.

I was negative for this unknown virus, at least for the moment….

I celebrated in the only way that I knew how; I invited the negative Janelle over.  We fucked over the course of the night, even anal on one occasion.  Janelle is the only girl that I talk to that loves anal.  She gets a sensation out of it for the same reason I do, its dirty, nasty, and fucking hot.  When you are doing doggy style, there is nothing more exciting than watching your cock slide in and out of her no-no hole, it’s beautiful.

We took breaks in between; my refractory period was somewhere around 10 minutes, which is actually pretty damned impressive.

As I laid there smoking my post coitus cigarette I wondered how long I was going to be able to live like this.  I had issues when it came to settling down with women, the only time I felt comfortable with a woman is when we were having sex.  Putting that in perspective it’s actually kind of fucked up, but hey, we all have our issues.

Every morning from that day forward was different from every prior morning in my life before the virus.  Scientists didn’t even know at the time that the virus was going to kill everyone, people who were infected just had to go about their day to day with no information to go on.  Some people prefer not to know anyway.

They knew for a fact that it wasn’t airborne, so the effect was minimal in regards to quarantines and all of that shit, they had still not even figured out how it spread; blood, mucus, other fluids, airborne, none of them seemed to fit.

The real panic at the time was not knowing, people were on edge.  Someone tells you that you have a fast spreading debilitating virus, but they don’t know what it is, how it spreads, whether you are going to die from it.  How are you supposed to react with so little information?

Well I’ll tell you, if they knew then what I know now, they would have been selling their houses and doing everything they wanted to do in life.  Or they could take my advice and just fuck until their lust was quenched, to each their own.
Chapter 5

Annoyances


I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and there was one particular reason why I had one.

Of all the songs for the radio to wake up to in the entire world…..It was Lovetown.

I reached over and tried to hit the snooze button, but the pain continued, my eardrums were being attacked. 

I finally gave up and ripped the clock from the outlet.

I decided to actually do some work; I sat down at my desk and fired up the laptop.

There was an email waiting for me from one of my contacts.  He received a report that two huge web-based companies were going to announce a merger in a few weeks and that the new name was to be Dexar Marketing, they provide online marketing tools for businesses of all sizes.  Within minutes I had snatched up 50 variations of the name for every domain extension.  It really was an easy job, and if they wanted to look professional they were going to pay me for DexarMarketing.com or by god I would post gay porn on all 50 variations.  It’s a nightmare for a new company if a prospective buyer is trying to find their website and they encounter gay porn at every turn.  Most likely this deal would keep me going for a month.

I took a break and checked out the world news; some countries were convinced that this virus was merely a symbiotic type without any negative repercussions.  They were convinced that it was something that migrated itself into the human genome like the variations of the Herpes virus, the majority of the human population has some form of it.

It’s not that they weren’t looking; it’s just that they were looking in all of the wrong places.  You can’t diagnose the most sophisticated virus in history but looking at it in a way that you look at other viruses.  They needed to think outside the box, but unfortunately the majority of the scientific community at the time took everything at face value.

When I think about it now, this virus actually makes me believe in a supreme being.  There is no human that could have thought of something so genius, so sophisticated, so perfect.  Maybe it was the work of some God, or maybe it was the earth, whoever made it was on a level of thought that will never be attained by mere mortals.

Let me remind you that I am an Atheist.  If you can make an Atheist second guess himself than you definitely have your shit together.



Janelle had woken up finally; she slept longer than any person I have ever known.  She put my button down shirt on but didn’t even bother to close it.  She was one of those classic beauties and she drove me nuts.  I lost all train of thought when she bent over to get the milk out of the fridge; her perfect round ass was majestic.  I went out to the kitchen and lay on the floor.  I told her to sit on my face; she straddled me and planted it right on me.  I joyfully licked her until my jaw went numb, I just happen to have an oral fixation.

Needless to say, I had a yummy breakfast.

Janelle was almost perfect and I often wonder why I don’t just ask her out.  We get along so well, our sex is on a cosmic level, and we both know what we want. 

This was about the time when a new trend showed up.  Right now at that point in time if you would go on the internet I could show you a stat that would show you what the virus was really doing. 

But you don’t really want to know the truth do you?

It was so obvious and it was in everyone’s face, but no one noticed.  This trend started slow, but started going up and up until the magic number was zero.  I know you want to know what it was, I bet it’s eating you up inside.  You are going to have to wait; you need to know the whole story so it all makes sense.

Now you really hate me.


Chapter 6

The Ribbon Game



The next day was shit; I’m going to tell you right now.  Just when you thought you had a mental picture of the intellectual capacity of the collective government they always find a way to surprise you.

But before I get to that there’s something else that has been really bothering me, I was reading a book on the history of serial killers and there was something interesting in the beginning.  The 10 traits of the majority of serial killers:






1.           The majority are single white males

2.           They tend to have high IQ’s, borderline genius.

3.           They do poorly in school.

4.           They come from broken families, typically without fathers in their life.

5.           They suffer abuse as children, physical or psychological.

6.           They have trouble with authority figures due to their missing fathers.

7.           They often have psychiatric problems as children and are in institutions often.

8.           They feel suicidal and feel a general hatred for the world

9.           There is a history of drugs, alcoholism in their families.

10.           They are deviant sexually and become obsessed with voyeurism and hard sex.


I read that list at least twenty times, counting on my fingers how many apply to me. 

9 out of 10, that means I fit the mold of a serial killer by 90%. Man that’s fucked up, I couldn’t believe by the experts opinions I was predisposed to fit into the serial killer genre.

Moving right along, back to my original thought.  Something happened as I turned on the TV.  It was on every channel.

The government was taking a stand against the new virus, something so moronic I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

To combat this new disease and to ease social tension, every person who has tested positive will have to wear a red ribbon in public, and those that are negative must wear a blue ribbon.

They had no idea what the virus did, how it spread, and their solution was ribbon wearing to segregate the population and make things that much worse.

You can imagine what happened next, the more extreme factions of the blue ribbons wouldn’t allow red ribbons into certain places.  It was like the civil war just ended again, instead of blacks this time it was the red ribbon army of CDS.

If you think people change over time and things like that could never happen again you are dead wrong.  Store windows vibrantly displayed signs that read “No reds”

This is what pisses me off about humanity, we always do this, we always greet segregation with open arms and do the best we can to enforce it.

What race are you?

What political affiliation are you?

What’s your sexual orientation?

What’s your abortion stance?

Fuck all that.

I am a human being god damn it! Leave it at that.

If we focused on coming together and realize the fact that all of us are different, we are each our own entity, our own spatial force, instead of separating ourselves into fifty million fucking groups.

There are no categories; we are all different, billions of indiscriminate individuals.

This is what I was talking about earlier in regards to the government.  They have to create reasons for them to be useful.  They have to create scenarios which will force people to depend on them.  They create a situation and leave enough truth out so we can’t solve it ourselves, and then they swoop in like the hero and save us all.

There is nothing more corrupt, vile, and evil then a government will to lie to its population. 

You’ve heard it a million times:

“Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

Maybe it’s just our nature, we seem to feast on power and use the tool of war to kill for the most inane reasons.

These are the things that go through my mind when I think about saving humanity, are we really worth all the trouble?  Are we going to figure it out or blow ourselves up?

I’ve been searching for reasons to save you all, and I’ve yet to come up with one.

This virus is a wake up call.  Most of you will die in your sleep, but for once in my life my eyes are wide open.
Chapter 7

Chess


The TV didn’t wake me up today, the screams on the streets did.  I awoke to the sound of a stampede outside, people yelling, throwing objects, stepping on each other, exactly how you’re supposed to treat your fellow man.

You see what happened was, there was a guy who was quarantined who had the virus initially and he was taken to a lab to be studied.

Those screams you hear are people reacting to the scientists findings.

I think it was published in every major newspaper, the startling findings about CDS.

Thinking back on that day, it’s impossible for me to illustrate to you the shock and fear that was placed into our civilization that day.

I haven’t the words for it.

I do have an analogy for you though.  Imagine you’re Noah and God has asked you to build the Ark.  You spend all of your time building this ark, preparing, gathering animals for the impending flood. 

Only the day of the flood comes, and a giant fire sweeps across the entire world, killing you, and burning your ark.

Understand that, and you might come within a few million light years of what the people of earth felt today.

At this point in the game, at that very moment, the red ribbons represented about 65% of the population, the blues coming in at 35%.

Within 6 months it would approach 100%.

That wasn’t even the worst part of my day, but we’ll get to that later.

Some viruses are sexually transmitted; some are airborne, some blood to blood, etc.

CDS would be considered the super hero of viruses, with multiple special powers and abilities.

How do you become infected?

Blood to blood, sexual transmission, airborne, skin to skin contact, to put it bluntly, the only way NOT to get infected is to be wearing a full protective suit.

This virus, once replicated, inhabits every single cell of your body.  If you scratch your head and one of your dead or semi-dead skin cells land on someone, they could be infected.

Now you understand what all the screaming and yelling was about.

But like I said, that wasn’t even the worst news of the day; Janelle told me that we had to talk.

There is nothing more vile and sinister about to happen to you than when a woman utters the line “We need to talk.”

Did anyone ever tell you they had a surprise for you and it turned out to be either something you didn’t care about or something so bad you didn’t want to know about it anyway?

That’s what you call a bad surprise.

Then there are the nonchalant surprises that aren’t really announced and then you have to do a double take and reaffirm what is really happening.

In the midst of all of this turmoil and ribbon games Janelle very casually dropped a bombshell on me as we sat and watched TV together.

She told me that she’s pregnant.

I did the classic double take and asked all of the stereotypical questions:

Are you sure?

Is it mine?

Are you sure?

Her answers were:

Yes

Yes

Yes

Holy fucking ham-burglar batman I was going to be a father. Me, Clive Banks, a father. I was in utter disbelief, mostly from self assessment at the pure thought of my dumb ass being a father.

Yeah, I can definitely tell you that this was the worst day of my life.


Chapter 8



The cities have become war zones; humanity is finally taken that extra step to segregate itself.

Blue Ribbons are on one side, red ribbons on the other.  At this point in time they are still not even aware of what the virus does, but they’ve been convinced that the only way to survive is to isolate themselves from each other.

I had a bagel for breakfast today.

I haven’t left my house for 3 days, the newspaper machines are no longer being filled, I am not an uninformed American.

The Streets are blanketed with paper and trash; most of my neighbors have moves out of the city.

I consider that a plus, I haven’t enjoyed this much peace and quiet for a long time.

Always find the positives in any situation.

I’ve been thinking of baby names for boys, haven’t come up with anything interested yet but I’ll be sure to tell you id I do.

Television is only broadcast from a national level to us now; our local TV station has been abandoned.  Last I heard there were a couple crazy’s with guns who claimed the building for themselves.

What the hell do they need a TV station for?  If it was mine I would broadcast an image of my cock.  A 24 hour marathon of Clive’s clock without commercial interruption.  You couldn’t channel surf without accidentally flipping to my pulsating member.

Back on topic.

I don’t think people have even realizes yet that the food chain has broken down in this area.

The roads out of town are blocked.  Tractor trailers with food are no longer coming into town.  When the supermarkets are emptied people are going to start killing each other over food.  Luckily I stole 5 cases of beef jerky.  I have enough sodium packed beef to give myself a massive heart attack before any virus could ever kill me.

I never watched the superbowl, it never excited me, but there is something exciting about two office workers battling to the death for a donut.  That’s what I call high quality entertainment.

It’s pretty amazing to think that all of this has transpired over a 3 week period.

You would think at this point, the virus would be running its course, killing people by the thousands, and the non-infected would be sequestering themselves in warehouses wearing bio-suits and shit.

The one thing is, no one has died from CDS yet, scientists know where it’s located and how it spreads, but at this point in time they had no idea what it could do.

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It’s on the tip of my tongue; I really want to tell you what it did.  In the present time, there is no internet, the histories have been erased, and there is no way you are going to know unless I tell you.

I’m still sitting on there floor, looking my gun in the face.  It would be so easy to just eat this bullet, let it elegantly paint the walls red with my brains and you would never read this, no one would.

We would all curl up in a ball and die if Clive killed himself.  I hold within me a secret so dark and deep that it hurts my soul not to tell you.  I’ve been isolated for so long and you are the first person to listen to a word I’ve said in 3 years.

Imagine being locked up, in a safely padded room, being told when to piss, when to eat, and to not have committed a crime.

That must have been how those mother fuckers at Guantanamo felt, no trial, no lawyer, just interrogation and torture until you told those sadistic bastards what they wanted to know.

Terrorists.

What the fuck is a terrorist?

A terrorist is to his own people a freedom fighter, same deal as when the founding fathers betrayed England, same fucking deal.

Everyone wants their own piece of the pie, and who the fuck is anyone to deny them that right, or to call them a coward for putting their life on the line?

America pushes this aura of power, our shit doesn’t stink, and we are the most benevolently awesome people in the world.

And also….

Our God is better than yours.

That’s what other people see when they look at America, these righteous little fucking war mongers who have the technology to enslave the human race, and will bomb you to oblivion for thinking otherwise.

America, you reap what you sow.

The reaping was CDS, and one could argue that it was worse than any of God’s biblical plagues.


Chapter 9

Kidnap

Ladies I have to tell you, if you are going to cheat on a guy, don’t let him take naked pictures and video of you.  Or at the very least, if you do, take that shit when you break up.

There’s no food, but there’s still electricity here, and my internet connection still works.  How the fuck does that make any sense.

Maybe it’s because the military does all of their planning electronically, who knows.

Anyways, I went over to YouFuckingWhore.org and saw some interesting stuff, some guy posted XXX pics of his ex doing some wild shit.  This stuff was posted the day before the all the chaos.

It’s a full out close up of her ass, spread wide as a river.  Her asshole is gaping, cum dripping down it and onto her vagina.  The next pic is her putting her fingers in her ass with the cum, and the 3rd pic is of her licking her fingers.

Damn girl, you nasty.

I’ll have to look her up and see if she’s still alive.

Which brings me to that point ladies, don’t let him take naked pictures of you if you are going to cheat.  Guys operate on a very primal Neanderthal level; the only way to get revenge is to show every guy on the internet that his cock was in your ass.
I took a look outside the window earlier, it’s eerily quiet.  A lot of people have left the cities and moved into the burbs, or out into the wilderness, who knows.

My apartment is fucking atrocious.

Beer cans, beef jerky wrappers, condoms, you name it, and it’s probably lying on my floor. What’s the point of cleaning it up anyway?  There’s no trash trucks picking it up anymore, I kept bagging it up and sitting it outside, but fuck it.

This is the day I am kidnapped. They stormed into my house.  Jabbed me with a fucking needle and placed a hood over my head.  I was hoping that it was the couple I often have threesomes with that were heavily into bondage, but unfortunately it was not.

This is the beginning of my nightmare. 


Chapter 10

My balls hurt

I never thought in my entire life that I would get tired of jerking off.  But these mother fuckers are sadistic.  My captors feel the need to furnish me with an empty vial every hour.  I am instructed to fill the vial with semen or I will be tortured.  I thought I could pretend this was some fucked up role-play, but it’s just not happening.  Do you have any idea how painful it is to ejaculate when your fuel is low? It like your balls expand and ache at the inability to produce for you, it’s extremely fucking painful.  They’ve taken my blood at least 6 times in the past 2 days.  I’m guessing they are trying to possibly create some sort of antidote against the virus.  But if that’s the case, am I infected? Is that why I was abducted?

These people don’t tell me anything; they just smile and order me around.  Why the fuck am I in padded room?

What’s happening in the world? Did they find a way to stop CDS?

Suicide is starting to sound like a great opportunity for me.  I get all of the benefits from a lack of life, plus I’m dead. 

I’m not sure how much longer I can take this shit.  I’m ready to claw my eyes out.  I scream for an MP3 player.  I need something to clear out the song stuck in my head, its fucking Love Town!  There is a pain worse than death, that fucking band in your head is worse than a gangrenous limb rotting away and permeating your nostrils.

Tonight is the night that I find out the truth about CDS.  Tonight I escape and find out why I am being imprisoned.  Tonight the world makes me feel special.  Tonight I decide your fate.



Chapter 11

You can’t handle the truth

I think it’s high time I be honest with you.  I’m still here, staring down the barrel of that beautiful .50 caliber masterpiece.  This is where I make my decision. 

Folks, I’m going to tell you the truth about CDS. 

CDS stands for Chromosome deterioration syndrome.  I am the only unaffected human.  The virus is only active in Males.  Females have the virus but are unaffected.  The virus eats away at the Y chromosome in males and makes them sterile.  The problem we face is that if a cure was ever found, any living male will only be able to give his seed to produce a female.  Humanity with the exception of me is no longer capable of producing a male of the species.  When the male population dies off, its game over folks.  No cure will help.

That stat that I was tempting you with was the human birth rate.  Since reaching 100% there have been no births in humanity.  The current population will die over time, and there will be no babies to replace them.  I find myself in a unique predicament.

I can either kill myself and destroy these semen samples of mine that I have stolen.  Or I can choose to be your daddy, and her daddy, and everyone else’s daddy. 

Only someone like a God could ever be in this situation.  Should I leave the planet in the hands of the animal kingdom? Or give humanity their last chance?

I find it kind of upsetting, the state of the world right now.  Women have taken control of the planet.  Once we found out what this virus truly did, the women of this planet roared.  They unleashed years of pent up frustrations and rallied to bring stability to the situation.  The scientists that tortured me were women.  The soldiers outside, all women. 

I want to be their king, but they would make me their slave.

I’ve made my decision.

A .50 caliber gunshot rings loud.  The echoes of the shot rang into the ear of every soldier standing outside.  Humanity’s last sound will forever be the sound of a bullet.  Trailing off into history.



[Side note]

This journal was found next to Clive’s body seconds after killing himself.  The samples he stole were burned.  He cut his own testicles off and burned them before killing himself.  There was a scrap of paper written in blood next to his body.  It read:

I chose to give birth to the death of a mistake.


Glossary

Refractory Period:

Definition:

In sexuality, the refractory period is the recovery phase after orgasm during which it is physiologically impossible for an individual to have additional orgasms. It is also sometimes defined as "the time immediately following orgasm during which a man cannot achieve an erection" The penis may be hypersensitive and further sexual stimulation may even feel painful during this time frame.

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