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Day 1,416

In hindsight, adding a visual component to the black boxes might just have saved us, might have given us some clue as to how the contamination presented itself symptomatically. It's just that they look human enough to pass on eye level and they're just about organic enough to pass a biometric test - we were flying blind.

Literally, after a while. One minute you're reassuring a fragile survivor that they'll be okay and the next thing you know your eyes are beginning to fill with blood and pus as the contamination liquifies and expunge everything irrelevant to its own semi-organic systems as it worms its way towards your cerebral cortex and deep within your internal organs.

The few humans left, at least the few of us that are most likely to still be human, have gone into hiding not just from the world but from each other too. The contamination is no longer limited to physical contact, its airborne to an extent in that it now seems to hover around the host in a swarm of parasitic bacterium that merge with and overwhelm the surrounding microbiome of any organic being it comes into contact with.

It's been about nine years since I've seen another human and even longer since I've held or been held by one.

I'm starting to forget what we even look like.

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