The Creep

“It must be, I thought, one of the race’s most persistent and comforting hallucinations to trust that “it can’t happen here”—that one’s own little time and place is beyond cataclysms. And now it was happening here.”
― John Wyndham, The Day of the Triffids

People have often asked me to build a SCARY room. Be careful what you wish for…

Always have a backup plan, my friends. Whenever I set out to stop the annihilation of the human race (a painfully recurring task, I might add), I leave myself one ‘redo’ in case I fail.

Tomorrow I will fail.

I’ve received a message from my future-self with a warning of what to do differently next time. Usually that is enough for me to course-correct and prevent catastrophe.

This time the message said ‘Send Someone Else’.

You there! You reading this! You ARE Someone Else! You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for.

This threat is terrifying, my friends. Quite unstoppable, once it reaches a certain mass. Only chance is to cut it off at the bud. I’ll send you to the initial outbreak point, a chemical factory with just what we need to kill this thing before it consumes all.

Yours is a mission of herbicide.

– The Professor