From The Dystopia
Plague – Chapter Three
was during a Winter Publishing Season," said Dr. Caligarius,
"that the Dystopia Plague fell upon the fields and cities of
our world, leaving only the dead, the undead and a handful of
haggard survivors." Thirteen year old Callie Maxson turned her
grimy face toward the soot streaked window of the mobile cave.
Images of finding her best friend Amanda's bloated
corpse, still clutching a copy of Dark Fumes,
seeped back into Callie's thoughts. "But how," she said,
"how did this happen to our world."
a mass psychosomatic response," said Calgarius, "so many
people had read so many dsytopias that a future without
catastrophe became unthinkable. The apocalyptic scenarios,
totalitarian, natural disaster, plague, man made weapons, they
all blended in the mass psyche into a narrative stew, a
breeding ground for the Dystopia Plague. "
Callie turned to face Dr Caligarius. "Why was I
spared." Caligarius sighed. "Incredibly gorgeous but
romantically unavailable Guardian Angels from a neighboring
sub-genre appeared and saved those few young people who
imagined themselves to be unknowingly reborn incarnations of
ancient warriors of the light and slayers of the dark." Callie
thought of James, his magnificent wings, always there,
guarding her, training her, everything but kissing her, though
Callie thought James yearned for her secretly, forbidden and
impossible though it was. "Thank you," Dr. Caligarius," she
said, noticing Caligarius grotesque transformation just as
James burst into the room.