posted on Dec, 17 2009 @ 06:37 PM
The mayor shared the stage with the town elders, and the little girl's tearful mother. The young girl herself was excluded from the meeting, to spare
that child any further trauma. In her place was a large color poster, showing radiant innocence and beauty that only children can ever possess.
"Many of you have heard of the Zeta-X infection. For those who are unaware, let me briefly explain."
"The disease is rare. It has not occurred in more than a hundred years. It is not contagious. Nobody in town, except for this poor child is at risk.
But the risk she faces is horrific. The Zeta-X infection causes blindness, paralysis, the decay of living flesh, and slow torturous death. I will
spare you further gruesome details, except to say that it hovers over this child like some demon who returns every century to feast upon a new
The mayor paused, and turned to the poster, while the crowd contemplated his words.
"I have called the town together today to announce a miracle! We can turn away this evil. Modern science has discovered a treatment! Our scientists
have found a method of extracting elements of a healthy person's blood – an antitoxin – that will permanently stave off the symptoms of
"We can help this child, but we must all participate. Vast amounts of blood are will be required. One dosage of antidote requires a thousand pints of
blood to be distilled. And the child must take a dose each week, for the rest of her life. We have calculated carefully what is needed, and are
numbers our enough! Together, our blood will save her.
"All that is necessary from each of us is a single pint of blood, every month, and no more."
The Mayor's voice rose, resonating in the hall. "We will marshal our wills, and turn back malicious chance!" He gestured to the poster; the
vulnerable eyes depicted there suddenly seemed both haunted and hopeful.
"My neighbors, we will cooperate, and together we will save the life of this guiltless child!"