The great haze dissipated and then, the room was revealed. I scanned the area and set my foot inside. Observing the differences of the lab then and now, noticing the improved lighting, the smooth floor, the new equipment and lastly the cupboards and drawers set different. This is when I asked myself this: Since when did my personal laboratory get upgraded? Inside, I was confused, seeking to know why the changes were made.
I walked across the room and nobody was inside. My footsteps echoed across the walls and the floors. Finally, I spotted my table, the one which shared many memories with with my children and my scientific investigations. I took to the ergothermic chair and began pulling out files which contained all my documents. One by one, I scanned them all, trying to figure out the source of the virus but none left me contented so I placed them back to their original places.
Recalling the self imposed mission which I set on myself in prison, I slid out a notebook and scribbled the following : How to cure mysterious viruses. Next, I wrote down the formula which I created based off the factors and components of the virus and how to reverse it to the point of no return. To set the world back to normal.
As I hit the nib of the pen to the lined smooth paper of the notebook, my mind out of steam. I clutched my head, struggling to find ideas on strategies.
Meanwhile, the rest of Bob's family went to church to pray. They sat across the same pew and observed and listened to the pastor preaching from the Bible. When the pastor, Pastor Callum Wells, made great points the audience clapped their hands and cried 'Amen, Pastor Wells!'
In contrast to all of this, Bob's wife was in the hospital (again) struggling to breathe, clutching to her life really hard.
In the ward room, the nurse was monitoring her heart rate nevertheless, things were falling apart.
With urgency, the nurse slipped out her smartphone and began calling Bob.
In the lab, the phone began ringing then I picked it up.
'Hello. Is this Bob?'
'Yes, I am the one.'
'I have tragic news for you, Bob.'
'What is it, madam?'
'Your wife is going to die in three hours' time!'
'Is that so?', I asked, trying to hold back my emotions.
'Come to Freedom Hospital, Ward 73!', the nurse answered with great urgency in her voice.
I cut the call and sent an SMS to my children of the horrific news saying : Your mom is dying, hurry up after church and let's save her!
So, to save my wife, the love of my life, I dashed from my lab, removed the doctor's coat and sprinted towards the car and slammed the pedal with my might drifting every corner, cutting traffic lights and dodging the police fines flying towards my windscreen.
Why follow the laws when I do not have the time to save my beloved?
Great desperation calls for great measures.
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Story of Bob
ActionA great catastrophe has befell upon the world and the population is dying. To solve the great pandemic, a grand genius by the name of Bob, must fix his reckless errors in creating the virus and set things right. Will he succeed in his quest for r...
