Scrambled
“We’ve got another one,” Ronald said to Migg. His eyes traveled to the floor, a grey color where many tears fell, storm after storm. It never seemed to end with people and this infliction. Many times, Ronald believed they could be saved, given a new start, but alas, fate doesn’t rhyme with time in a nice song.
“OMG,” Migg said. She already knew what had happened, what horrible thing had happened. While she took the job hoping to help, ignorance held her for only so long.
These people were trapped.
“Should we put him in with the others in the A or in B section?” Ronald asked.
“I can’t, I can’t, just give me a minute.” She turned her back on the patient, shivering with sympathy, with a will that was worthless.
“Calm down, Migg,” Ronald said to her and to himself as well.
A sound came from the man, a medium built person in what looked like his late twenties.
“Cats and dogs are the yin and yang of the multiverse. Relativity is an attack on our freedoms.”
“Oh no,” Migg uttered. She hated hearing them.
“Did you know that there are people in Africa who are actually brown from dried mud? Some live with white people in the South but love North Korea’s way of governing, unlike our country. The fascist democrats are destroying this land.”
“Oh, shit,” Ronald said.
“Blacks and whites are different species but can breed like cats and lions.”
“I don’t know if I can take it. It’s so sad,” Ronald uttered, crying.
“At least he’s not a Scientologist. There might be hope,” Migg said, attempted to comfort Ronald.
“The Illuminati planned 9/11. The snow fell that day because the Jews prayed to Satan.”
“We should give him an injection to slow him a bit, to lull him to sleep, maybe. You know some seem worse because they’re stressed about being away from their homes,” said Migg.
“Yeah, maybe that will help. All we can do is pray for him.”
“The Earth is flat!”
They quickly injected him.
“What’s that noise? It’s another alarm!” Ronald said in a panic. The hospital’s lights blinked as the siren came on.
“I can’t take this!” Migg reacted.
“I know,” Ronald said, “There’s no way to stop it in the information age. So many are being scrambled. They’re evolving without logic and critical thinking skills. Damn you, education system! You cut funding and just built internet cafes. They’re trying to learn on their own. When they collect in groups, they’re unstoppable! Unstoppable! We’ve tried everything, haven’t we? God, hear us!”
The woman was placed in a bed.
“Lightyears are really 365 days. That’s a year. They don’t want you to know that! The masons are bringing in spirits to deceive those in power to end the world.”
Migg ran for the bathroom wherein she burst into sobs.
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