The Denver International Airport was bustling with travelers. She kept walking, heading down to the little subway cars that would take her to her
back to the exit. The fever was just beginning to spring droplets of sweat on her forehead, which she wiped on her bare hand, making sure to smear it
thoroughly and surreptitiously on every common-usage surface. This was her third ride in the cars. It would have to be her last. She didn’t want
to collapse on the train and have medical people involved; no, this must be done in stealth. But these poor people, she thought as she took in the
men, women and children who would be her fellow passengers, whose future she was trying to change, to save; she did this for them. The Redeemers
would succeed, and their biometrics, their genetics and their downloads would start a new race of man, a better race, one they had carefully crafted
in the lab to be intelligent yet peaceful, cooperative and to get pleasure from helping one another. They would be healthy. They would be beautiful,
graceful, loving people.
Someone jostled her from behind, forcing her to fall forward a bit as they plowed through the crowd, seeking an advantageous spot in the waiting area.
People stared at their phones, listened to podcasts on headphones and avoided each other’s eyes. They all stood herd-like, holding their baggage
carry-ons, and waiting for the big metal box to carry them deeper into the airport where they would spread out like seeds on the wind into the United
States, Europe, Japan and more – she made a point of standing close to International travelers. She had flown from Denver to Atlanta, on to Miami,
then up to New York, back through Detroit, over into Toronto for a few days, then on down to Houston where she’d rented a car and driven to New
Orleans, up through Alabama and Arkansas, and then back to Houston, a quick trip to Mexico City and down to Brazil, back to Houston again, then Vegas,
Los Angeles, Seattle and back to Denver. She’d stayed in several hotels in each place, eaten out at fine restaurants and lowly fast food places,
and she’d spread the slow-timed virus over most of America to high and low alike; death knew no class system.
She pitied them, these who would die, but they would ultimately be okay. The After Realm would provide a nice place to rest their souls and they
would return one day to the glory of this renewed Earth. They would all fall from the Pit into Paradise, and Praise for the Redeemers, her family,
her blood and bone, would encircle the globe. Everyone would be Free. All that remained was the final implementation of the plan.
She had looked into His eyes, her Leader, her Master, her Love and known that she would be one of the Chosen for this mission. Her skills in the Lab
were finished once the genetic sequencing was done, and now that the Redeemers were settled in their underground Holds throughout the world, she would
step forward and lead these sad excuses of the glory of man into their Redemption. Her genes were coded for greatness in the New World.
More sweat dripped, she felt a bit unsteady on her feet as it fell into her eyes. She wiped away and a faint redness was in the liquid on her hand.
She smiled. Yes. One last ride. The subway car stopped and the herd moved inexorably forward to cram into it. She was pulled along effortlessly.
Once on, she clung to a pole along with three other people, taking out a scarf to wipe her brow and putting up her sweat jacket hood to hide her ill
appearance. No one noticed her. These doomed people, she thought, were doomed not by The Redeemers, but by the greed, the spiritual corruption of
the terrible Foe, the Enemy, the Elites. Compassion for the woman who held her little girl in her lap welled in her; she was filled with love for all
these people. They would be Redeemed. A glowing, an upwelling of the beauty of what they had done filled her, and red-tinted tears filled her eyes.
She dabbed them away.
Her hand slipped a little on the pole and she lost a little balance, just for a moment. This scared her a bit; she was going down fast. She could
feel the progress the engineered virus, created specifically to kill fast and with no pain, just by shutting down everything like a janitor turning
out the lights, room by room; it thrilled and frightened her.
She wanted to be strong now. She wanted only to complete the plan, to ride the car, to emerge and head down to the designated place in the parking
lot where her inoculated Companion would gather her up in His arms on a white sheet to die and be returned to the Lab underground, to be enshrined in
marble. She was the Mother of a new race, after all, and deserved this last dignity. Not to mention they wanted no trace of a Patient Zero. Each
Harbinger had someone to care for them at their passing, who would remove them underground to one of the Continental Bases when their job was
finished. These were the handful of Inoculated, who would not die, but do the final work of The Redemption.
There was a group of five of them that were considered Harbingers, of which she was one, spread across the Globe; The Americas, Australia & New
Zealand, Asia, Africa, Eastern and Western Europe, and a brave, quiet group of twenty-two others specializing in reaching remote islands and mountain
places, including bases at the poles, called the Gatherers. That’s all it would take, and it would be unstoppable.
As it was, every person that came in contact with her, her luggage, her hotel room, what she ate and drank from, her rental cars, or the surfaces she
had touched, would be infected, and before they knew it, everyone that these people came in contact with, touched things that they had touched, and
eventually, breathed the same general air, would be their own point of origin for the carefully designed mass extinction of the human race, as it
currently manifested. The virus itself wouldn’t have any symptoms for eight weeks, and then it would be so swift that a person would have a mere
five hours from onset to a painless, almost blissful death.
The Redemption Virus would spread so quickly that cities would die before anyone could even know to react. The second phase of the nano-born virus was
to change its manner of transmission from simple fluids to becoming air-born in addition. That was the phase her body was in now. She could feel it.
She was The Mother of Redemption, He had said. She remembered his eyes, his touch, with a flare of passion and a quickening of pulse. She was the
Bride. When she was reborn in the labs, when her flesh was remade and her re-engineered body became a fitting vessel for her Soul, they would be
together forever and rule the world with Love.
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