Cameras flashed and reporters spoke into microphones. They all asked me how I'd done it, how'd I'd saved the human race. Well, I'm a scientist. I solve problems in creative ways. The vaccine was no different. As I looked across the sea of faces, one stood out. I'd seen this one before, looking down gunsights at a teenage girl. He'd killed her over a can of beans. And I had seen even worse in the panic and anarchy that followed the outbreak. Every reporter, cameraman, and speaker there was as guilty as that man. So was I. We'd done terrible things to survive. Regret struck me; I regretted saving the human race from a microbial genocide. But by saving man, I had only damned him to suffering again.
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
