#12 [VOICE]
[high-pitched tone] I-I cannot go outside! I cannot sleep. Oh, dear, oh, dear. There is--the streets are littered! Littered! It is like a sea, waiting t-to drown us! Why--[voice rises higher in what could be counted as fearful aggravation] why must it be like this? Why-- I just cannot--cannot u-[gulp]understand-- A-And everywhere--everywhere has been absolutely, absolutely conquered by--by germs! They have never been so--so prominent! Aggressive! Oh, oh, they're everywhere! Please be safe, everyone, please be safe!
[soft, hiccup-y sounds] P-Perhaps I can begin to clean from the-the hallway, but I-I cannot go--cannot touch!--the germs! N-No! They are--th-they are crawling! Even in here! Oh, dear--the air, the carpet--mites--clear as-as day! I-I cleaned it just yesterday, though, oh, I did, I did! They will not stop coming! Crawling o-over the furniture, the walls! [breathing rises in hyperventilation, hitching] A-An army--surely we all shall be devoured! Oh, please, no, no, please! [the frantic sound of what seems to be anti-bacterial spray being spritzed aimlessly, if only for self-assurance] B-Bacteria, strep throat, pink eye, laryngitis, every where we sit, stand, oh dear, please, this cannot be sanitary! A-And I cleaned only yesterday night!
[There then lapses a few moments of silence, punctuated every once in a while by a few faint whimpers; clothes rustle occasionally as if squirming, before--]
[hushed whisper] Th-They do grow stronger, do you know? Oh, yes! Truly! Wh-When the bottle says Ninety-Nine-Point-Nine percent of bacteria can be killed, it leaves room for the Zero-Point-One percent of the bacteria that is left to accustom itself! I-It only becomes immune to the cleaner! A-And continues to multiply--back to One Hundred Percent! Thus the cleaner cannot work its use any more! Or at least well. Oh my goodness. I-I must--only alcohol as the active--a-active ingredient-- But it is almost finished--and I cannot go outside! I-I cannot! And they--i-in our beds, underneath our covers, in the shower corners, kitchen sink, breeding, mutating, d-do they have pincers? Oh, no, no-- [incoherent mumbles continue]
[louder, now] And strangely i-it itches! Oh, dear. Is this a new, foreign disease? Oh, no! It cannot be! I-Is there no cure? What will happen? What will-- I--I c-cannot breathe--what should one do? Where should one go? Where should one go? It is not safe here! Surely, it is not! But yet--outside is even more-- I-I cannot--! If only Father was here, perhaps he would--oh, most positively he could!--this--a-aid, assist--[choked whisper] they are everywhere!
[Another silence, though shorter and eerily still, as if only there to allow such a fact to fully sink in (once more, most likely). Then a distressed moan,] Oh-h.--
[a hasty click signals the end of the post, though not before a muffled sob sounds]
[soft, hiccup-y sounds] P-Perhaps I can begin to clean from the-the hallway, but I-I cannot go--cannot touch!--the germs! N-No! They are--th-they are crawling! Even in here! Oh, dear--the air, the carpet--mites--clear as-as day! I-I cleaned it just yesterday, though, oh, I did, I did! They will not stop coming! Crawling o-over the furniture, the walls! [breathing rises in hyperventilation, hitching] A-An army--surely we all shall be devoured! Oh, please, no, no, please! [the frantic sound of what seems to be anti-bacterial spray being spritzed aimlessly, if only for self-assurance] B-Bacteria, strep throat, pink eye, laryngitis, every where we sit, stand, oh dear, please, this cannot be sanitary! A-And I cleaned only yesterday night!
[There then lapses a few moments of silence, punctuated every once in a while by a few faint whimpers; clothes rustle occasionally as if squirming, before--]
[hushed whisper] Th-They do grow stronger, do you know? Oh, yes! Truly! Wh-When the bottle says Ninety-Nine-Point-Nine percent of bacteria can be killed, it leaves room for the Zero-Point-One percent of the bacteria that is left to accustom itself! I-It only becomes immune to the cleaner! A-And continues to multiply--back to One Hundred Percent! Thus the cleaner cannot work its use any more! Or at least well. Oh my goodness. I-I must--only alcohol as the active--a-active ingredient-- But it is almost finished--and I cannot go outside! I-I cannot! And they--i-in our beds, underneath our covers, in the shower corners, kitchen sink, breeding, mutating, d-do they have pincers? Oh, no, no-- [incoherent mumbles continue]
[louder, now] And strangely i-it itches! Oh, dear. Is this a new, foreign disease? Oh, no! It cannot be! I-Is there no cure? What will happen? What will-- I--I c-cannot breathe--what should one do? Where should one go? Where should one go? It is not safe here! Surely, it is not! But yet--outside is even more-- I-I cannot--! If only Father was here, perhaps he would--oh, most positively he could!--this--a-aid, assist--[choked whisper] they are everywhere!
[Another silence, though shorter and eerily still, as if only there to allow such a fact to fully sink in (once more, most likely). Then a distressed moan,] Oh-h.--
[a hasty click signals the end of the post, though not before a muffled sob sounds]