The program appeared to have loaded up after about 60 more seconds of impatient agony. "Holy shit," I proclaimed.
"Let me go load the sample up," said the tech. She entered a series of commands, and the machine started processing the sample. Graphs and charts began printing.
I escourted the tech back to our headquarters, where she immediately pulled out a cell, and called her boss. She wouldn't stop pacing. Made me dizzy. I just sat down and eavesdropped.
She had a discussion, mainly about her findings. The part that most interested me was the bit about the probable infection of my squad member. A scientist came in and picked up the sample. They were going to do further scans to see if there was any of her DNA in the sample we collected, and how the agent had acted on it.
A while later, the scientist returned, how the aliens killed us. "They inject the substance, which makes its way into our bloodstream, which causes it to overflow with antibodies, dissolving red blood cells. That's why the subject often feels like he or she is melting."
I realized that I had a class to go to. I was still in college. I left the office and walked through the library. I saw one of my professors behind the desk. I looked at my watch. It was 8:00 AM. "That's where he always is in the mornings," I thought to myself. He had a way of always being late to his own teaching labs.
I headed off to class, and on the way, met up with another friend. A second classmate joins us, and we had some small talk.
"Where ya going?" said my friend.
"Need to go to my locker, then to class," I replied.
He pushed his way into a classroom, and I walked on.
I met up with another friend, who had been writing a book about the aliens. "So, have you found the element that ties the summary about aliens all together?" he said.
"Actually, I think I did, didn't I tell you? Oh that's right, I got cut off last night. Let me tell you in a sec," I said as I was tooling through my locker. "Do we need any books for class?" I pause, thinking, "Fuck it."
I went in to the classroom and woke up.
Story punctuated by people I know, majority of the characters I do, and closely. That, or a character from a movie.
These kinds of things are more exciting for me than anyone else, I'd imagine, but I need to record this kind of stuff somewhere, lest I forget.
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