These were the new Adam and Eves. Six-hundred-sixty-six-thousand in total. The perfect number. The Ones left were The Thinkers. The ones that weren't fooled by the non-inoculation scare. They were the ones that saw and knew the truth. And here they all were. In the Capitol again. Surrounding "The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier." Massive in its scope, now that he had a chance to think about the events that unfolded after the massive successful inoculations. Brilliant he had to say so himself, now, lying in his comfortable home just outside of Indianapolis, Indiana. He coughed wet, and he instantly brought his handkerchief, up to his mouth, which was attached to his hand damn near all the time for fear the blood he coughed would mess up his one of many tailored oxford two hundred dollars shirts, and the finest white, no less! And that just wouldn't do...
(Speculative fiction more than anything else. I'll start diggin some more and see where this story goes. Thanks!)
(Peace! More come...)
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