LUCIFANA

THE BLACK GRADUATION..

I rushed towards the airport, getting. Past the group of people that were currently staring at the multi sided 85" screens. This was supposed to be a joyful day, hell! I got up early to make myself presentable for my family. My curly hair finally tamed behind me in a low puffy ponytail. My make up perfect, neither simple nor heavy. Just the right amount. My silver black jumpsuit perfectly hidden under my heavy graduation robe. I turned a few curious eyes yet everyone's attention seemed to go back to the screen.

It's 7AM and the flight from Dallas Texas to new York that usually takes only three hours and about ten minutes, hasn't managed to land for about five hours now. By 6AM in the morning it was all over the news, that's how I got to know what's truly the cause.

Plane hijack.

The news reached the USA authority upon the response of the pilot who punched the '7500'on the transponder which alerted the Air traffic control, ATC. The sunburst on the ATC radar screens garnered a quick response to contact the military authorities who launched the armed fighter aircraft to escort the plane whilst it's still on the air.

What got most of us in the airport right now is the screen that was hacked by the terrorists high special cyber specialists, to which the government has effortlessly tried to shut down their network to no avail. The screens show cased the pilots making distressing calls to the ATC. Then briefly showed the emergency meeting commencing in the white house, led by the Vice president.

The discussions were turning heated as they debated the motive of the terrorist. Whether to force a landing or blow the plane apart as it is deemed to be used as a missile for strategic areas. My stomach churned at the thought. Using all those lives as bait. How inhuman can people be.

The screens went blank for a moment before an AI figure popped up. For a moment, the noises in the airport all ceased as we all stared at the masked AI.

" USA. You have claimed to be the leading super power in the world, holding the world market and holding military power. Forcing liberal revolutions on peaceful states. Suppressing weaker nations as you force conditions on them for them to exist. Supplying deadly weapons to nations hoping to engineer wars for you to benefit and exploit their resources. In your wake, you have caused destruction of many countries. You have angered the world and we shall force you to decide." The scene glitched a bit, as if the signals were not right.

" We have released the bubonic plague on the plane."

The shock that registered onto the faces of everyone present, clarified the horrors of the very learnt disease

"A modified deadlier version than the one that took about half of Europe's population before. Extremely contagious and of course, a matter of half an hour all the passengers on the plane have been infected. The symptoms all too visible."

They turn turned to the passengers and true to their words. They looked ill. Some with shimmering foreheads resulted from sweat caused by high fevers, some twitched as chills ran through them. Some were extra chaotic as they tried to run down the pilots door. Demanding that they get out . Looking closely one could see the swollen lymph nodes, the growing blackness on their fingertips. We all turned pale. This was nothing good. The black death is a taboo disease. That claimed millions of lives in the 13th century. If it's unleashed on the plane, what decision would the government make.

Even in those clips of passengers, I couldn't make out where my family was. Perhaps this is not the plane they boarded. It's a mistake. It was futile to not hope.

After half an hour of discussion, the vice president accompanied with the head of the Pentagon, FBI and CIA appeared on the screen. They had given the order to the pilots to fly towards the Atlantic ocean further from the coast. For safety issues.