JOURNAL OF THE DARK DAYS
MIA – It is not my fault
It was a Monday, the start of a week like so many others before. I will never forget. The air was heavy, the sky overcast, and a filthy rain pattered on the floor of what I called my lab. No one then could foresee that, soon, sunlight would be but a fond memory….
I had just finished building my own openPCR. In a few words let’s say that it’s a machine that lets the average person analyze DNA samples. I downloaded the plans from the Bio-Hack network because the city authorities had banned machines like this. The only city in the entire country prohibiting openPCR, and that is where I live…. In order to test my machine I decided to start with a simple experiment. I was a biochemistry student and wished to be a part of the bio hacking community in order to improve my skills and open my mind to learning methods beyond the traditional classroom setting.
In short, it was a Monday. Recently, I had found an interesting tutorial on Bio-Hack and was about to try producing a living organism based on bio-brick. I had just put my suit and my gas mask on when it all started, without warning.
First, it seemed like night was falling. Just like that, in the blink of an eye. But weirdly, the night was coming from the sea. Then, it started to move toward the city along the coast, and the more it filled the sky, the more we understood that this was not nightfall… It was a huge and dark cloud of fog, thick and frightening. It moved as if it were alive, driven by its own will. It advanced inexorably towards the residential areas before devouring them and making them disappear under its unnerving volutes. As it progressed across the city, everything became silent: the sirens of police cars, the screams of passers-by trying to escape, the horns of vehicles in gridlock, drivers panicking….
Everything stopped moving and fell silent as it crept.
Then, suddenly, it was on me. Its density became apparent as it hit my building with a large thud. Most of the windows were smashed under the pressure, and exploded into pieces. The fog rushed into the room, pervading it completely. I could barely see my gloved hands, lit only by the LEDs of my gas mask.
I just stood there for at least an hour, completely frozen with fear. It is only when the fog substantially cleared up that I could see the other side of the street again. It is also at that moment that I decided to get out of the rat hole my apartment just turned into.
Not until I reached the street and saw the dying streetlights, the flipped cars, the lifeless bodies, and the collapsed buildings did I really understand.
I realized then that nothing would ever be the same.
MIA’S MINIATURE 3D CONCEPT
MIA’S PLAYER BOARD