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Excerpt: AFTERMATH

9/21/2017

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No one offered the deviant breakfast, and luckily he’d had the insight to stay quiet about it. Ken and Jack had both fallen into foul moods, grumbling and snapping over every little annoyance.

“What the hell is taking so long?”

“The eggs are too dry.”

“Do you have to eat so goddamn loud?”

Everyone should have taken that as a cue to tread carefully, but it wasn’t enough to keep the beady-eyed Info-Corp and the white-clad nurse from getting into it again over the spiritual implications of society’s fall.

The rest of the group watched anxiously while the two went back and forth.

“I’m not going to argue with you,” the nurse said numerous times, only to be pulled back into the debate by another snide remark.

“It’s idiots like you who get in the way of everything good in this world! You probably jumped for joy when everything went to hell!”

“Who’s the idiot?” the nurse scoffed.

Info-Corp crossed her arms with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Only one of us is going to hell, I’ll say that much!”

“Whatever,” the nurse said with a show of indifference.

“Why won’t you take an ounce of responsibility for what you’ve done?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Info-Corp stood. “I have half a mind—”

Ken cut her off mid-sentence with gunfire to the ceiling. The deafening blast echoed through the cavernous space while bits of plaster and dust sprinkled down from the scarred dome, causing everyone to stop what he or she was doing and turn to see what the enraged police associate would do next.

Ken surveyed the mass of surprised, horrified people, just as stunned at what he’d done. He holstered the gun, took a few deep breaths, and then straightened his jacket. In an obvious attempt to redirect everyone from his explosive display, he said, “Time for a bathroom run. Who needs to go?”

At first, no one was willing to step forward, choosing instead to look among one another to see if anyone else would volunteer. Safety in numbers. George weighed the risk of grouping off with a loose cannon against showing weakness against a man who’d clearly let his limited power go to his head. Someone there needed to offer a show of strength, even if the move was a dangerous one.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he gave a nod, but he failed to disguise the fear in his voice when he said, “I could use a pit stop.”

With his company as a buffer, and with looks of relief washing over their weary faces, both the Mart school associates joined him.

“Anyone else?”

No one else responded.

“Grab a light if you want to see where you’re going beyond the tunnel,” he said specifically to George. “The northern shuttle garage is a big one, and I’m not going to hold your hand through the dark while you pick a corner to piss in.” With a newfound huff of annoyance, Ken started for the south pedestrian tunnel.

George and the two others followed.

The sound of rain became prominent once they entered the tunnel. A drop of water leaking through the cracked ceiling landed on George’s forehead, serving as a sobering reminder of a future without social order. No structure meant limited sustainability, which in turn meant even their claim on the Food-Mart ensured only a finite supply of food and water. Even more, without the deviants’ cheap labor and their constant work on the ever-crumbling infrastructure, the fierce weather would destroy the integrity of their underground world sooner rather than later.

If they wanted to survive, they would need to find a new approach to their way of living. They would need to start from scratch. With so few of them, the prospect was daunting. Who among them had carpentry skills? George sure as hell didn’t. Did any of them know even the basics of farming, canning, or animal husbandry? Would their self-appointed leaders guide them to their demise before they even had a chance to gain a new foothold, or would the Food-Mart collapse in on them, a refuge turned tomb of cement and dust, before they could regroup?

Aftermath is available in Kindle and trade
 paperback.

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Excerpt: AFTERMATH

8/7/2017

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THE RAINFALL had increased at least twofold, the sound of it like an army barreling overhead, threatening to break through and send a deadly flood of water, mud, and bodies from above. The tunnels had never felt so threatening before, but now George couldn’t get through quickly enough. The walls seemed narrower than he’d remembered, the ceiling lower. Might the pressure set against them by the unforgiving elements have caused the passage to begin to cave? Would the walls bow in before they burst, or would they just crumble and collapse without warning?

The sound of Maggie’s cries fell in time with the beating rain, filling George with a deep sadness. The poor girl was sure to starve—or freeze—to death on her own. There was no question. Neither Ken nor Jack deserved the badges and guns of their station. They were a disgrace not only to Police-Corp but to the whole of humanity. Forget fighting that deviant; he wanted one good shot at both of those pathetic excuses for men.

With the rain and its echo against the hard cement walls, it was difficult to discern how close she was, and the farther he went, the tenser his body grew. He couldn’t stop the mental picture of the ceiling giving way, trapping him, perhaps badly injured, within the confines of the fallen slabs. Perhaps he wouldn’t even have an inch to move. Maybe he’d drown in a sea of mud. What would that feel like, earthy sludge filling his lungs? Would he struggle long? Would he lose all sense of time and space, destined to spend his final moments suspended in the ruins?

The mental image stopped him for a moment. His lungs grew heavy, the air feeling thin and stagnant. A wave of lightheadedness sent him staggering to a wall, and he leaned against it to keep from collapsing. His heart raced. Pins and needles tingled through his hands and feet. He pushed forward, certain each step would be his last.

Breathe … just breathe….

Should he turn around instead of pushing forward? Maggie’s sobs captured his attention. She needed him to reach her. No one else would. One step after the last, his numbing feet staggered over one another. He couldn’t give up. Not now. As if in response to his determination, the rain pummeled even harder. Joining in the effort, his heart hammered against his chest in rhythm with the heavy beat. Cold air seized his lungs.

Just breathe….

He let out a sigh of relief when his light washed over Maggie’s huddled body.

Maggie turned, blocking the light with an arm. “Go away!”

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I’m not going back!”

He knelt down when he reached her. “There isn’t anywhere else to go right now. It won’t be forever. I’ll figure something out.”

“No, I don’t want to go.”

“It’s better than roaming these halls on your own, don’t you think?”

She shook her head. “I don’t like the policeman.”

“I don’t like him much either.”

“I remember now where I saw him before. I don’t think he should have been made one of the police. You should have picked someone else.”

“Picked someone else?”

She nodded. “To be one of the new policemen. You’d be much better at it than him. They should vote you to take his place.”

“I don’t think it works that way. We can’t just vote any person to suddenly become a police associate.”

“Why not? You did it with him.”

George looked down the hall to ensure no one else had followed then leaned in close and spoke in a hushed voice. “He wasn’t always a police associate?”

She shook her head.

“What was he before?”

She followed his lead and whispered, “He was the plumber Repair-Mart sent when the toilet broke. Mommy said he broke more than he fixed, and she didn’t want to pay. He got real mad and yelled at her until she gave him her credit card.”

“You sure about that?”

She nodded. “Why did you make him one of the Food-Mart police?”

His thoughts became muddled, the shock of having not assumed the obvious hitting him like a heavy blow to the head. “I don’t think anyone did.”

“So how’d he get all that police stuff?”

Feeling weak, he sat down beside her and took a few seconds to catch his breath. “That’s a very good question.” Both possible answers looped again and again through his mind: Either he’d come across a dead police associate whose uniform was a decent fit or he’d killed someone for it. Neither diminished the fact that the man was a fraud, a liar, and no more suited to carry a gun and handcuffs than anyone else there.

And what about Jack? Was he a fake, too?

What did that mean for the group? They deserved to know the truth, but would anyone believe him if he said anything? Maybe Maggie had the right idea after all. Moving aimlessly through the district was a dangerous strategy, but was it any worse than living under the rule of a man who’d claimed authority that wasn’t his to take? How long could the rest of them possibly last under his tyranny?
Did he really want to find out?

Maggie’s safety was now his biggest immediate concern, but he wouldn’t likely be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try to help the rest of the group. He also needed to consider how he would feed the two of them after they’d abandoned the stockpile. They could try returning to the district housing and breaking into other apartments, but there was no guarantee they’d be successful in bypassing the well-locked doors. Even if they did manage to break in, there was no telling whether they’d find any nonperishable goods for their effort.

They would need to go back, stay long enough to dethrone the impostor police associates, grab what they could carry, and then leave the district in search of a deviant camp. It would be a gamble, but it was time to play the odds.

Although his pulse continued to race, his lungs began to relax and the pins and needles in his extremities started to abate. Why the air suddenly became breathable again was beyond him, but he was grateful nonetheless.

He turned to Maggie. “I have a plan, but I need you to trust me.”
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About Aftermath: Beyond World-Mart

When all seems lost, when all the world has crumbled away, what will rise in its place?

In this highly anticipated conclusion to the World-Mart trilogy, George once again travels beyond the district in search of possible surviving family. What he finds along the way, however, changes everything he thought he’d known about the world—and the end of the world—as he knows it.

Travel alongside George, back through the deviant shanty-towns and beyond, to a place he’d nearly forgotten—and to another he never could have imagined existed.
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A Privatized World

4/8/2016

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Your house has caught fire. You and your family are able to escape intact, but you hadn't been able to afford fire insurance (or, perhaps, even just the deductible for the fire truck's arrival), so all you can do now is stand outside and watch the place--everything you own, everything you've built for yourself--burn to the ground. No one is coming to help you salvage what remains.

But you will be turned into an example, a selling point for all those like you who are currently uninsured or too poor to pay the extra when their times of need actually come.

Your neighbor's home was just broken into, the woman you've known for years brutally murdered. The motive is suspiciously unclear. Her police insurance--also your police insurance--carrier's rival company sends a representative to your door, letting you know how unsuccessful your current provider was in keeping this woman safe, making promises that only end up coming across as threats--will you be next? You know at this point that the break-in was staged by none other than the rival insurance company. Business has been slow, and they're looking to scare a few people into switching over to their company.

Outbreaks of deadly, antibiotic-resistance diseases have been reported in all of the less expensive elementary schools--which are ridiculously pricey in their own right. Your son will be attending kindergarten this year, and you can't afford any of the higher-priced schools. Do you take a chance on the only school you can afford, knowing you might be putting your child in mortal danger?

What choice do you have? All of these services have become fully privatized, and there are no programs to help offset the costs. Either you have the money or you don't.

And if you go into criminal debt over any of these costs, you will suffer the consequences: a debtors prison sentence to work off what you owe. You'll probably lose your job  while you're away, which means you'll probably also lose your home. It's against the law to be homeless, though--against the law to be a non-contributing member of society. Against the law to be in need. So, of course, back to prison you'll probably go.

There's been a lot of buzz lately about privatization versus socialism. Both have their merits and flaws, but rhetoric has trumped the realities behind both. Privatization means increased corporate power. If you have a decent amount of capital to your name, this absolutely works in your favor. Social democracy means higher taxes but more money put into social services (such as those I described above). If you belong to the middle or lower classes, your survival depends on many of these services remaining in the public sector.

With the upcoming election drawing ever nearer, these are issues we need to have some serious dialogues about. We cannot ignore their importance. So let's bring up these issues to friends, family, and peers. Let's argue the pros and cons. Let's think about what's important to us as a nation and take a stance. Let's do it without resorting to low blows, name calling, or rhetorical memes. Let's discuss these important issues like adults, and if need be, let's talk about what changes need to be made to our system.

Then, let's work together to fight for those changes.

I wrote The Private Sector as my way of contributing to the dialogue. It's the perfect conversation starter. Read it. Share it with your friends and family. Talk about the issues and how they relate to the current state of the nation. It is our responsibility as Americans to be involved in the directions our country takes. Let's be involved together.

Let's think. Let's talk. Let's bring the American dream back within the reach of all its citizens. We can make a difference. You can make a difference.
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Win a Copy of AFTERMATH

11/21/2015

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Between now and December 20, go to Goodreads to enter for a chance to win a copy of my recent release, Aftermath: Beyond World-Mart.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Aftermath by Leigh M. Lane

Aftermath

by Leigh M. Lane

Giveaway ends December 20, 2015.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

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Aftermath picks up right where World-Mart left off, beginning with the end of civilization. Readers who enjoyed World-Mart, Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, Orwell's 1984, and Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 will enjoy this last installment of the World-Mart trilogy. Thanks for entering--and good luck!
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On Racism and the Social Divide

5/6/2015

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When determining what kind of world my dystopian future would look like beyond the obvious political and economic troubles, I pictured a place in which time has dissolved the racial divides we still currently struggle to overcome. Skin color has integrated to the point where differences are no longer substantial enough to merit delineation. Still, I felt it important to include a form of segregation along with the economic divides, one that clearly pointed out our need to take a look at the ways we continue to define “us” versus “them.”

For that, I used a social experiment that took place in 1968, beginning the day after Martin Luther King Jr.’s murder, as my inspiration. Grade school teacher Jane Elliott, an advocate for human rights on many fronts, decided to show her eight-year-old students, all white, the effects racism truly had on society—not only on the people being discriminated against, but also those imposing the discrimination. She segregated her classroom by “blue eyes” and “brown eyes,” first convincing the children that blue-eyed people were intellectually superior, and thus offering them privileges the brown-eyed children were denied, such as longer recesses, more food at lunch, and being seated at the front of the classroom.

Resistant at first, the children soon changed their attitudes toward one another. The blue-eyed children began to treat their brown-eyed peers poorly, teasing them and putting them down, and the brown-eyed children showed an immediate drop in self-esteem.

The next day, Elliott told the children she’d lied the day before—that brown-eyed people were in fact superior—switching their roles. Interestingly, the brown-eyed children suddenly behaved exactly as the blue-eyed children had before the tables had been turned. It seemed that it took little provocation to create a racist society. For those curious to see the experiment in action, PBS has the full 46-minute Frontline expos
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Watch the first ten minutes in the video below.
Those familiar with the experiment probably recognized the significance of the blue-eyed “deviants” in World-Mart. No different than anyone else, save a negligibly higher immunity to antibiotic-resistant superbugs and their tell-tale icy-blue eyes, the deviants are the future’s slave laborers. They are believed to be intellectually inferior to “normal” human beings, and they are treated as such.

When I set out to write The Private Sector, which prequels World-Mart by about forty years, I was excited to explore the deviants’ origin as “designer children” available only to the wealthy. People marvel at how beautiful their eyes are—the pale blue color being an unexpected side effect of the particular genes manipulated in an attempt to create a future immune to the diseases killing people off in droves. When they fail to prove society’s answer to the plagues, some begin to demonize them as abominations, the sickening result of man trying to play god.

What underlies this shift is my own personal observation that humankind is predisposed to an “us” versus “them” mentality. Even with actual race taken out of the picture, we find a way to create meaning out of petty differences, a reason to treat others differently.

A reason to feel superior, be it physically, intellectually, or morally—and we use it to justify mistreatment, neglect, and downright hatred.

We see these behaviors resulting not only from differences in skin color or other genetic traits, but in egocentric nationalism, anti-feminist attitudes, and discrimination against homosexuals and the transgendered. In no time during documented history have we not seen evidence of a socially imposed underclass. The first natural response to this might be to question why.

My question, and the question I raise in my World-Mart series: Why do we continue to allow these types of attitudes to rule the masses? More importantly, what can we, as socially responsible human beings, do to eradicate the “us” versus “them” mentality once and for all?

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New Release: THE PRIVATE SECTOR

4/18/2015

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After much anticipation, my loose prequel to World-Mart, The Private Sector, has finally been released. The Private Sector takes place roughly forty years before the beginning of World-Mart, back when corporations are still on the rise toward absolute rule; “deviants” are still “designer children,” society’s answer to the plagues of antibiotic-resistant diseases crippling the world; people still live aboveground; and the effects of climate change have only begun to show.

Imagine, if you will, a tax-free society. Government as we know it is nearly nonexistent. The public services we currently rely upon—police, fire departments, public works, primary and secondary schools—all belong to the private sector.

And none of it comes cheap.

Imagine your house happens to catch on fire. Better have the right insurance and enough money saved up for the co-pay, or your provider will let it burn. How about if someone breaks into your house? Same deal if you want the police to come running.

Just be careful—the provider wars are alive and well, and if you choose the wrong company, someone might just stop by to make an example of you to your neighbors.

I wrote The Private Sector in response to the rhetoric that circulated during the 2012 presidential elections, rhetoric about significant cuts to taxes and government size, rhetoric that took a decent idea and took it to its extreme.

My response: Be careful what you wish for….

About The Private Sector:

The world of corporate greed runs rampant after the government collapses, leaving police, fire, and social services in the hands of the wealthy. Debtor prisons for the lower and middle classes overflow and quarantine camps have filled to capacity, turning the streets into a personal battleground for terrorists fighting against a world headed toward ruin as resources run dry and civilization becomes ruled by The Private Sector.

“A versatile literary maestro, Lane’s characters breathe, her language sings, and her plotting is nothing short of remarkable. You owe it to yourself to give her a read, no matter what kind of fiction you like. You’ll love her work. I promise.” –Trent Zelazny, Nightmare Award-winning author of Fractal Despondency and Butterfly Potion

“In the tradition of 1984, Leigh M. Lane delivers a terrifying vision of the future—a horrific future that may not be so distant after all….” –Lisa Mannetti, Stoker Award-Winning author of The Gentling Box and Deathwatch

About the publisher:

Eldritch Press is a publishing company based out of San Antonio Texas. It is a relatively new, press, but its owner believes in building the company one person and one book at a time, with quality at the heart. Eldritch publishes different genres from fantasy, horror, contemporary women literature to poetry. The owner, Michael Randolph is a horror author and Active member of the Horror Writers Association. He is also a sponsor for the 2015 World Horror Convention.

The Private Sector is available in paperback through Amazon, but will soon be available through multiple retailers.


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There Are No Losers in NaNoWriMo

11/30/2013

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It’s day 30 of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and while I’d hoped to have written closer to 40,000 words (the NaNoWriMo goal is 50,000) I ended just short of 33,000.  Of course, the day is not over and I’ll probably have another 500-1000 words to add to the count before the stroke of midnight, but it suffices to say I did not “win” this year’s contest.

Here’s my final breakdown:

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I enjoyed participating in the event.  It was a great motivator to log in each day and see where I stood.  The site’s programming allows writers to take a critical look at daily goals, offering an average daily word count and a suggested daily word count for those determined to finish those 50,000 words before December 1.  I wish there were a site like this one that helped writers to keep track of personal monthly goals year-round, because it's that helpful.

To those who did “win,” congratulations.  Finishing 50,000 words in 30 days is a real accomplishment.  It is a goal that is not beyond most writers’ grasps, but no matter who you are, it takes discipline, persistence, and dedication to reach.  To those who feel you have failed by falling short, look instead at the word count you did finish—you’re that much closer to completing your current book.  1000 words a day is nothing to scoff at.  Even 500 will get you to the finish line in a matter of months.  We all have our limitations, whether they’re personal struggles, health issues, or just hectic lives.  Cut yourself whatever slack you’re due.  If you have the drive, you’ll get there.

No matter what, just keep writing.

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NaNo No-No

11/16/2013

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I guess you could say I’ve been in sort of a writing slump.  Even though I did finish another novel earlier this year (The Private Sector, a loose prequel to World-Mart) the thought of starting another felt so daunting.  This past year has provided many hurdles, some of which I never imagined I’d personally face.  I focused on writing short stories, keeping my commitments small, and I had no plans for another novel anytime in the immediate future.
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I’d noticed in a handful of reviews that there were World-Mart readers who wanted to read more about the crumbled society I’d left them with.  While I’d purposely slammed them into a brick wall at the end as a social and political statement, some felt it wasn’t right that I’d left them in the dark where I had.  I hadn’t considered what might happen in the aftermath, and I felt I’d shared what I felt most important.

Recently, one of my sisters read World-Mart and offered similar criticism, adding, “I wish I knew what happened to George.”  That got me thinking.  Was it right of me to leave readers to assume he too would soon die?  What if George’s story didn’t end there?


I’ve never participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) before, and with sound reason.  Some years ago, I’d written 50,000 words in one month, and it was an exhausting experience I hoped never to repeat.  However, the closer it got to November 1, the more World-Mart began to eat at me.  It did need a sequel, I decided, and NaNoWriMo was going to help me along with that.

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Logging 50,000 words by November 30 isn’t my priority.  I’m neither exceptionally young nor exceptionally healthy, and I don’t plan on ignoring those factors.  Still, I’m writing, even if it’s 500-1000 words per day.  I’m holding to my own personal goal: write this book, and in a timely manner that fits my limitations.  I’m currently at 19,100, and the month is half over.  Still, NanoWriMo has given me the kick in the pants I needed to tackle this new project.

The author "stats" dashboard is a great resource.  It keeps up not only on your word count but also estimates the average word could you'll need in order to reach 50,000 words by November 30.  Even more, if you've been straggling (like I have) it will estimate the date on which you'll reach that goal at your given pace.  That alone is a surprisingly effective incentive to add at least a little progress each day, even if 50,000 words by the 30th s a bit beyond your current reach.  It's definitely helped me.

So, World-Mart fans, the aftermath is coming, and I’m writing it with you in mind.  It’s not going to be finished in a month, but hopefully it will be worth the wait.


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Attention Nook Readers!

6/22/2013

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Cerebral Books's exclusive contract with Amazon has ended, and I'm very happy to announce Myths of Gods and World-Mart are now available on Nook, with Finding Poe set to join them soon. While they're still available on Kindle (direct links on the sidebar to the right), they are no longer available for free at Amazon's lending library.  It's a tough trade-off, but one that enables broader availability among e-readers.

Get Myths of Gods on Nook here.  Get World-Mart on Nook here.

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I hope you enjoy them--and if you do, please make sure to leave a review!
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Pandemics, Predictive Sci-Fi, and WORLD-MART

3/6/2013

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Many times over, science fiction has predicted future issues, innovations, and inventions. The microwave, the satellite dish, robots, hand-held computers, and weapons of mass destruction all existed in science fiction before they became pieces of modern reality.  Many of these predictions have been lucky guesses, while others have emerged from precise meshes of inspiration, scientific backgrounds, and creativity.

Recently, healthcare officials have begun to give increasing attention to the growing issue of antibiotic resistant bacteria.  Up until this last year, MRSA (Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus) was the big threat.  MRSA causes painful boils and can causes sepsis and disease in vital organs, and it’s very difficult to treat.  Now, a bacterium named Carbapenem-Resistant Enterobacteriaceae (CRE) has created a threat that makes MRSA look rather innocuous.  CRE is not only highly contagious and resistant to every antibiotic on the market—but it has the ability to trade DNA with other bacteria to make them equally antibiotic resistant.  Hypothetically, they could be responsible for future drug resistance in every known species of bacteria, and the implications are terrifying.

Eli Perencevich, an infectious-disease doctor and professor working at the University of Iowa's Carver College of Medicine told USA Today, "We're entering the post-antibiotic era; that's a very big problem."


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In my dystopia, World-Mart, antibiotic resistant disease has ravaged the population to the point where antibiotics have become outlawed and those found to carry previously treatable diseases such as Staph and Strep are euthanized to prevent further pandemics.  While this is only a part of the story’s B-plot, I found myself dumbstruck at the possibility of currently treatable diseases becoming the scourge they had become in World-Mart.  I must also question whether researchers will turn to germ-line therapy in an attempt to create future generations that are more disease resistant.  Could the genetically engineered “deviants” of World-Mart also become a reality of the near future?

I’ll admit without any reservations that I wrote World-Mart as a warning of the possible future in store should we allow corporations to expand and render small, privately owned businesses obsolete.  It is a future I hope will not come to pass, as fearful as I am that the potential is there.  I also saw and wrote about the growing threat of antibiotic resistant bacteria and the possible worldwide threats various diseases, if rendered untreatable, might pose.  I pray neither occurs to the extent I envisioned in my fiction, although the chances are looking increasingly likely.

What do you think about these latest bacterial outbreaks?  What do you think we can do to reduce their threat?  In light of current events, do you personally view World-Mart an even more terrifying look into the future, or do you think most of the novel will remain strictly science fiction?


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