This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, it´s not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at ASSTR? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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Added note:
Some of my stories are from dreams. This is one of them. I don't tend to embelish them, so they might seem a bit choppier than my normal writing. But then again, what do you want for 3 am? (which is usually when the vivid dreams are keeping me from REAL sleep!)
This dream took place in the future. My mother (who wasn´t my real mother, but my mother in the dream) worked for the government. At this time, there was an epidemic disease going around, simular to leperosy. Instead of creating island colonies, as they used to, the government was shipping them to the moon. My mother was one of the pilots for this program. It was a miserable job, but it paid incredibly well.
The disease itself was horrid, much worse than leperosy. What would happen is, the body would make too much blood, and not get rid of any. so your skin would start to lose its color, and as the disease progressed, you bloat and basically look like a balloon filled with blood. You would lose your hair, your eyes would bulge, until you exploded. There was no cure.
While this was going on, I was in school to be a doctor. As I finished my classwork, and was about to sign up for my residency, I recieved news that my mother had died in a horrible shuttle accident. My brother and sister agreed with me that they were lying. So when I signed up, I arranged to go to the moon colony, and look for my mother. When you go to the moon, you are allowed to have friends and family wish you well on your journey, since after all, you are going to die. My family came to see me at the launch site. We saw others in various stages of the disease, waiting to go. As we took off, I made friends with one very pretty girl and we talked on our way.
The moon colony is rather depressing. It is called the shadowlands, mainly becuase it exists in the fine line between the light and dark side of the moon, where it is easier to exist. However, the shadowlands is also called that, becuase of the people who have to live there. It looks like constant twilight. As we land you see a few buildings, and masses of people waiting, a huge wave of red.
There is no medical support here. People who work the shuttles are not allowed to get off here, for fear of contamination, so the sick unload the meager supplies. As I help, I see men staring at us women like a lion stares at a gazelle. It is unnerving, but at first I think nothing of it. The shuttle takes off, and suddenly all pandimonium breaks loose. The women who were there, quickly try to help the rest of us away, telling us breathlessly as they do so, about the mass rapes. Men will go after the new women like mad men, I am holding my new found friend's hand, as I see men approach us. They are in the final stages of the disease, and are already naked, chasing us with penis´s that look as if they are dripping blood, fully engorged. Their entire bodies are red. We scream, and run for the nearest building.
I run and run, into the building, and find myself in some sort of kitchen. I realize somehow I lost hold of her hand. I pick up a chef´s knife for protection. I run back outside, and I see my friend has been caught by some number of men. I scream, “There will be law and order!’ As I slice down in the crowd, as the men are ripping her clothing off. I stab one man in the back, screaming, THERE WILL BE LAW AND ORDER!’ Other women see what I am doing, and find their own weapons, cutting the crazed men off the helpless women, with each cut crying out; “THERE WILL BE LAW AND ORDER!’
The men begin to retreat, and we begin to clean up the blood bath. The whole colony agrees to set up a provisional type government, so that the normal laws of civilization might ensue.
In the midst of all this, I do indeed find my mother. And to my horror, she had this miserable disease. She had lost her hair, and was starting to lose her skin color. She cried in my arms explaining how it was her idea to tell us she had died in a shuttle accident; she didn´t want us to know she had gotten the disease.
I stayed for 6 months, and buried my mother. The colony began to have a much better time of it. I flew home, and was put into quarantine, before reuniting with my family.
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