He entered the laboratory. Dr. Soham was sitting on his chair; his nose was almost touching the sheet on his table.
“Hey!” he greeted him as he passed by.
“Come here Manav!” he heard his excited voice.
He went to his desk, “Sit down if you don’t have anything urgent!” he said, his face was glowing with excitement.
“Well! Let me see! With the human race sliced down to a healthy few millions, and still slicing down in an alarming rate, I don’t think I have any pressing matter in my hand.” He laughed, they have long stopped fretting over it; they have made a habit of enjoying every day as their last day.
The strange disease reared its deadly head up about two decades ago.
In two decades it has sliced down the number of human beings on earth, no other animal or creature is affected by it. It’s not contagious. Once a person is attacked he slips into a coma and dies within seven days. No medicine works. It’s a sure death.
“Sit down!” Soham repeated, he placed a few charts in front of him. It was 2177 A.D., human beings are now capable of reading minds and mapping them perfectly.
“These are from patients in ICU right now.” Soham said. “Check these- these people have the level of greed in their heart above point five. Their level never comes down it.” He shoved another bunch of sheets in his hand. “These people have lust above five points.”
Dr. Soham was one of those rare specimens that preferred sheets over hi-tech screens. His excuse was they cause him nausea, staring at those screens for hours makes his neck ache.
Soham was sure that someone or thing was slicing down human beings on a scale of harmful vices.
“Let’s share these with others.” He stood up.
Yes. Those left behind were not greedy for limelight or wealth.