I didn't know that I had been contaminated. None of us did. There was
no explosion, no noise, no smoke and fire, no collapsing buildings, or
shrapnel, or shattering glass, or dead bodies. No dead bodies yet.
The Geiger
counter at the airport sniffed me out, along with the others, spread
over the country. They don't treat you well if you're a suspect at the
airport these days. And then the waiting, whilst the agencies pieced it
all together, tracking three thousand lives to a common point in space
and time. The shopping mall. Tuesday. Midday.
No group has claimed the act. Reports say that the device was based on early eighties US design, one the US said they never planned to use, research purposes only.
You'd have thought that would be the end of the story: citizens saved, atrocity blamed on rogue terrorists. But I haven't been through decon. They have let me go. I'm scared. They're going to let me die. Maybe let all of us die. Three thousand dead, that's a headline for carte-blanche. Three thousand saved, that's a pat on the back.
I wait for my body to lose the fight.
No group has claimed the act. Reports say that the device was based on early eighties US design, one the US said they never planned to use, research purposes only.
You'd have thought that would be the end of the story: citizens saved, atrocity blamed on rogue terrorists. But I haven't been through decon. They have let me go. I'm scared. They're going to let me die. Maybe let all of us die. Three thousand dead, that's a headline for carte-blanche. Three thousand saved, that's a pat on the back.
I wait for my body to lose the fight.
; "James Bloomer")