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Queeg the Insidious
by Art Cerf
This is a pretty yellow flower I shot on the forest floor of Rib Mountain in Wisconsin. It has nothing to do with the story. I just thought it was pretty and eye-catching.
Far beyond our view in a space ship cloaked by Neptune, an alien race looked down upon earth. Its atmosphere was perfect, its temperatures were moderate and it seemed to have abundant water…ideal for colonizing.
Of course, there was the problem with the humans, billions in number. It would cost the aliens oceans of green blood and who knows how many slotniks to fund an invasion.
And so the generals argued back and forth on the best approach. Finally, a lowly aide said there could be one way to conquer earth without the cost of a single slotnik. He spoke out of turn but the generals decided to hear him out.
He said, “Send one of our most toxic viruses to earth and target just one individual in some crowded city. Let him wander through town for days before he gets sick. In that time, he will have infected many others. By the time local officials notice this, they’ll be busy denying there’s a problem and will try to cover it up. But finally, the government will step in but also tell the world that it’s nothing too serious.”
“And the plague will spread around the world, poor countries rich countries…even the richest. And the leader of that country will downplay it and delay, allowing the virus to spread. Finally, a quarantine will be put in place but after weeks or months, people will demand to be released and the virus will spread anew.”
“By that time, the world will be so weary and weakened that conquest will be easy.”
The generals looked at each other before one finally spoke out.
“You should have been a philosopher, Queeq. You certainly aren’t a soldier. You may leave the room.”
Then the generals, again, took up plans for their attack.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Happy Father’s Day, Dad! Thank you for this awesome story. It was my ultimate favorite of your submissions. For those of you following this blog, this will likely be the last Decameron 2020 post for about a month. I will be back with more come mid- to late July. Hopefully, we can talk my mom into some stories for the summer. She, too, is a professional writer with more magazine credits than I can count.
