“Wait.” Connor looked from Debbie to Dale. “If I have any kind of virus, then the radiation, or whatever, given off by this clown,” he gestured to the top bunk where Dale had hidden himself under a blanket, “will be killed along with me?”
Dale’s breath was quickening. Connor hoped it was because of the lack of oxygen under the blanket, but the gentle squeaking from the bunk bed suggested otherwise.
“That’s right. Anyone who comes out alive after four hours with Dale has proved to be virus free and earns themselves a place in our New World. Can you imagine a human race free of viruses?”
“You’re insane,” glared Connor. “Hot, but insane.” He had dated several women like that pre-lockdown.
Low groans came from under the blanket.
“And is that normal?”
“He’s a breast man.” Debbie smiled. “You’ve only got twenty minutes more to go, so it seems you’re going to live. And … well … you know.”
“I don’t know, but I’m getting there. If I had died then you would have left me here for Dale. As a plaything.”
“Just for a couple of hours. He doesn’t like it when the bodies get too cold. He doesn’t mind male or female. It’s weird really, because, like I say, he’s definitely a breast man.”
“Yes!” cried Dale.
Please don’t show me, thought Connor.
“How are you going to test seven billion people if he insists on humping each one he kills? There just isn’t enough time.”
“Seven billion? Where have you been? World population is under six now. There was far too much economic uncertainty after the lockdown. Many didn’t feel it was the right time to raise a family. Death rates were small, but one of the experimental vaccines’ side effects was male sterility. Plus, we’re taking stem cells from him. We’re growing little Dales. We’ll have a virus-free world in three years.”
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