What had the headlines said? That we, the human race, had finally conquered disease. That we had conquered obesity and addiction. We had laid to rest a myriad of other ailments that had plagued our species for centuries.
The procedure itself was simple. All it took was a single injection and for the rest of your life, you were clear. One injection that sent a colony of nanobots through your bloodstream. This colony of interlinked robots were programmed to search for and destroy anything that was thought to be detrimental to the body.
But something had gone wrong. People began to disappear. The only sign that could be found for the missing was their nanobots. The nanobots had begun to break people down into carbon particles.
Once this was understood, changes were made. We thought we had it under control but we were mistaken. We couldn’t stop it. We couldn’t prevent it.
Some believed it had been a viral program that had been put in place by a terrorist group to stop those who acted against the better interests of God. Others believed it was a simple programming error.
Eventually it was found that human contact with a person whose nanobots had been affected caused it to replicate in another. The world came to a screeching halt as people were ordered to stay in their homes. Fear was rampant and people avoided contact with their family members. No one knew what could be done to stop it.
All of these thoughts ran through my mind as my hand began to fall to dust before my very eyes. My scream was cut off as my throat was dissolved into a particulate matter and sifted into the carpet on the floor.
My nanobots had come to recognize me as the threat to the body. That it was the decisions that I made which were detrimental to their host. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Why had this happened? Was it a decision made my man or machine?