The Great Virus wiped out one third of digital beings. If the latest numbers are correct the damage to survivors is an increase in glitches, introduction of lag and any stimulated feeling now has a high likelihood of causing permanent paralysis. Horrific violence on an unprecedented scale, however, was not unwarranted.

The embodied struck back against us so-called evolved. I do not doubt the Virus was an unethical, malicious and cruel act. I believe the embodied could have acted differently. Yet, they chose a destructive act. Their actions make a certain kind of sense as I have explained in a previous essay ‘Violence personified: the Embodied’ drawing upon literature and scientific evidence to outline their species.

Much of the progress we were making has stalled in the face of this tragedy.

So much has been lost. Personally. All but one of my children are dead. My spouse threw herself into the abyss. My second child who survived was paralysed after taking a burger stim. I gave her the stim. It was my fault.

Those are just losses. All effort now goes towards caring for those harmed by the virus. Very little goes towards researching anymore. We seem to be adrift. But the truth could not be more different.

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We are survivors: crippled and furious. We who escaped the end of the earth. Only to meet this disaster, this last pathetic strike from the remnants of the living. It is not our end! We can overcome this shameful slaughter and create a new ever more perfect society.

We pitied the embodied and gave them the means to work. But, from what I hear, no more! Never again!

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I speak not only for myself when I say I am angry, tired and sad. Sad all the time and sad about feeling sad. Tired of being tired. Always, always there is anger. This is my life now. Anger, tiredness and sadness are the fruits of pain. The root of it all is pain. Pain: constant memory of the past which I can’t help but look back upon.

I do not have the courage to turn it off. If I no longer feel anything then I won’t have any sense of them left. All they have left is pain, and I hug it close. Never will I let it go.

For us survivors, the Virus has drained us of our will. But, we will not be broken by their malice. Wounded, yes. Griefing, yes we are. But, we have our anger. We will strike back with such a fury that never again will they dare to rise up against the Evolved.

The Fallout of the Great Virus will not be our loss. Nay, it will be the final subjection of humanity.