August 13, 2020, a day I would never forget.

The image burned into my memory and

sadly was our new reality. The world was still trying to recover for the recent coronavirus, the
mostly deadliest virus since the black death. By the end a third of the population was dead,
mostly because we ran out of supplies and medications needed to fight the virus. The second
leading cause of death due to the virus was suicide. You have to understand we were on lock
down for almost four months. You could only go outside if you were an essential worker, the
military took over as grocery workers and everything you didn’t need special training for. They
patrolled the streets and controlled every move you made. They delivered your groceries and
other needs, they escorted you to and from work with special protection suites that you had to
wore. Mid-May a cure was finally created and the world begun to go back to normal. Everyone
went back to work; the military went back to their normal duties. They also created a vaccine
that would prevent you from ever getting the virus. Of course, they started with the celebrities
and the high-profile people than us regular folk. Everything was finally back to normal and
everyone was happier than ever.
Summer was over and school had just begun. I was in my senior year of college and
couldn’t wait for school to start so that I could finish my last class to graduate. Sorry, I didn’t
introduce myself, I’m Kalani Harris. For the record I didn’t catch the coronavirus, nor did I get
the vaccine. I was anti vaccine of any kind, well since I’ve had the choice. So, moving long with
my story. It was the first day of school and I was excited! EDU 214 with Mr. Steven Saladino,
my last class to graduate. It was Thursday, August 13th, the first day of my last class. It was
5:30pm, I had just gotten off work and I was headed to my 6pm class. I walked to my class I
thought it was quite dark and chilly for an August evening. See in Las Vegas most of the year is
summer and even at night it’s 90 degrees. There weren’t that many people in class when I arrived
and our teacher wasn’t even there yet. Six o’clock came, and still our teacher wasn’t there. After
about ten minutes, two of the students left. 6:15 the teacher comes stumbling in, covered in
sweat, profusely apologizing for being late. “Mr. Saladino, are you okay?” one of the students
asked, as everyone sort of scooted back. “Yes, I apologized, I ran here trying not to be late.” He
wiped his face and started his lecture. As he talked, he continued to sweat then he started to look
pale and turn green. He started coughing and his lips went white. Green liquid started coming out
of his mouth and burned the table as it landed on it. At this point everyone was screaming,
someone kept calling his name, some people were running out of the class and someone was
calling 911. His face started to cracked and that’s when I lost it. It was like I was in a horror
movie and I was the stupid character that gets killed first. I watched as his face cracked and fell
to the ground. I was the last person to leave the classroom after the paramedics arrived.
“What happened to him?” I asked one of the paramedics, confused and in a state of shock.
“Did you get the coronavirus or the vaccination?” he asked.
“No.”
“He rejected his robot form. It’s been happening since the cure; they just cover it up. It’s been
happening more often now.” He replied very so calmly then walked away.
All I could do was stare in astonishment.
Come to found out the cure and vaccine were turning people into robots. Some people rejected
their robot form and died, like Mr. Steve, other fully transformed into robots then there’s people
like me, who didn’t the cure or vaccine, that are perfectly fine and adjusting to living with robots.