The Failed Pandemic

With the end moments of 2020, I should have accomplished what I had planned to do. In a few more hours, my goal should have been reached. My mark on the world had been made long ago, but my end goal to eliminate humanity this year did not come true. I was close, and even the humans knew that I was enough to eradicate human civilisation.  

That is my job, but I don’t understand why it is though, I will not write about my existential dread here but trying to destroy humanity year after year and not succeeding has made me more and more like the very things I was to destroy after.

 For as long as time on earth, humans have given me many names. I am known as disease, death, demon, destruction and so on. However, I am an entity, a collective consciousness. I am everything and between bad luck and death. My job is to keep the population in check. As I sought to see my success in the last few hours, I had in this cyclical year. I had not reached my goal; humanity still survived.

I started with the implant of a contagious virus in their midst. Then they forgot about the virus and its immensely fatal effects. It turned out to be more deadly with humans starting to blame each other. I had instigated more hate this time. I created a whirlwind of fire and watched all the moths coming to the trap. 

I relied on humans. Humanity had set a trail of fire for this calamity. It just needed to ignite the hate. A small click of a switch or in this case an animal becoming mutated. They first blamed the person, then the animal, and then the whole country and then other countries came into a cycle of hatred.

 I never stopped, the distance coming between people made it easier for me to instigate my ideas. The humans are intelligent creatures; they know that an idle mind is the devil's playground and tired in their lonely hours to counter the thoughts of hate I put into them. 

Even though they say they are the most intelligent beings on earth; they believe in the most unintelligent things. To reach any goal, it is important to divide it into smaller and smaller battles. Turn people against each other, forget about the dead, blame where the virus came from and who was spreading it. It doesn’t take much than mere fabricated pictures on the internet to spiral and make people go all out of control. Sometimes add a bit of political polish and disaster blooms. 

For decades these humans have had their graves dug in the place. The dense populations, waters are carrying pollution, contaminated air. Like a small infectious virus coming in the midst of them and then spread. The sheer simplicity of a plague is too phenomenal. Deaths like dominos, the virus spreads and death loom over where it goes. Is this where my dread comes? Maybe I am lying, maybe the tears of the millions are the company I will need.

Yet they already have this cure against it. An army of vaccines, an army to take down the hate I tried instilling in them. Did they defeat me? No! My goal has been tarnished. 

But that was my mistake. I relied on humans to reach my goal again. I can’t use humans to eradicate humans, yet human civilisation leads me to believe that it be its own destruction. Clearly, I have misjudged them. They will live on, but I will also live on with them waiting for my opportunity. As the humans say its not the battles you lose, but the war you win!  

This so-called remedy is being called the magic bullet to kill me. It is merely slowed me down, and I crumble to finish my work within these last few hours till the humans set their lives free again. From a distance onto them I see them in their mask, distanced in groups, together and separate waiting for the lights and fireworks to go off, so they cheer this period sway. It’s ironical how long it takes for them to realise this.

  I turn down my consciousness for now. I feel myself wearing a bit away; someone must be injecting the vaccine in their veins. However will hibernating, the next time will be much more, and it won’t even take me a year.

I remember my consciousness -death, demon, destitute, satan, sadness, sin, plague, pandemic, problems are all of us, and us is I to keep it overtly simple. But this millennium which the human civilisation counts 2020 AD is where I also realise that I am like them. I am becoming human, it is odd to say it, but this year I didn’t have to do much of my work and my collective consciousness seems to be flowing into humans. Did I do this? The sheer evil of it gives a smile on my million faces. 

I had come strong during April, and by May, June and July, my havoc was apparent from the empty streets all over the world. People stayed indoors separated from their families for me. The distrust between neighbours grew stronger. Some were easier to take on masks, but everyone had a mask of distrust.  I was winning. Then it started to crumble.

I thought I could keep going. I still was strong. Humanity small armies of medicines and safeguarding techniques wouldn’t affect me, yet I was getting slower. Maybe I had become one of them, was I too becoming the humans I sought to get rid the earth of. People started distancing, leaving the contagion, a cause of my fatality.

By Mid-September, I was forgotten. I felt now that I would be able to lurk in the shadows but still slowly poison them into calamity. I was given a  heavy blow, and I become slower and Slower.

November and this December was my only chance to win. In this last hour, I keep my self going. I see I still am having some effect, but my end goal just seems to drift away.

From the POV of the calamity, death, despair: COVID-19

I dedicate this to all those affected by the COVID-19 Pandemic. In 2021, our hopes should be more positive for the future but still maintain the precautions that have saved so many lives. Thank you to all the frontline workers, delivery persons and everyone especially who have done their bit by staying home during lockdown periods. We can win against the Virus!