I am pretty sure that I had pressed the send later button. The mail shot off like a bullet from my console to her. I didn't want to upset her now. I just wanted her to read it in leisure on a weekend when she can cry over it. I am sure, the damage has been done. I don't know how to face her now. Hope she doesn't see it till I am gone. Let me slink away before all hell breaks loose. He keyed in all that came to his mind on to his so called story. It wasn't going anywhere. He wanted to be a famous short story writer. So far the only thing he was sure of is that his stories were too short to be taken seriously.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
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