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“I had a little bird,

Her name was Enza,

Opened the door,

And in flew Enza.”

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Avian Influenza

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Lines

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And the two headed woman wandered into sight around a heap of rubble. She stopped and looked down at Zerchi. …He noticed that the head of Mrs. Grales slept soundly on the other shoulder while Rachel smiled. It seemed a young, shy smile that hoped for friendship.

…He glanced again at the face of Mrs. Grales. It had grown gray with the impersonal mask of coma. …Somehow he felt certain it was dying. He could imagine it withering and eventually falling away like a scab or an umbilical cord. Who then was Rachel? And what?

…His vision went foggy, he could no longer see her form. But cool fingertips touched his forehead and he heard her say one word.

“Live.”

Then she was gone. He could hear her voice trailing away in the new ruins. “La la la, la-la-la…”

~ excerpt from A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller Jr.

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Rachel

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     The last known cases of smallpox occurred in 1978 in England. This was a result of the virus escaping a microbiology research laboratory at the University of Birmingham Medical School. The first victim, Janet Parker, worked as a medical photographer on the floor above the lab. Henry Bedson, who was conducting the research on the smallpox strain that led to Parker’s eventual death, committed suicide by cutting his throat with a  pair of scissors. This happened shortly after he was quarantined in his home.
    The investigation found that the safety of Bedson’s laboratory had been in question well before the outbreak, though it had somehow passed inspections regardless. As a result, WHO instigated stricter controls over the remaining stocks of smallpox, most of which was destroyed. Smallpox now officially exists in two labs, one in the US and the other in Russia.
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The Suicide of Henry Bedson

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so very fit

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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

~excerpt from There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

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neither bird nor tree

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chaos in cat form

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