Baby Bombers

An Islamic terrorist group decides to attack the United States in a very different way: a baby bomb. A device and will keep women continuously pregnant to ensure the fall of the US economy.

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1. Baby Bombers: A science-fiction short story

“BABY BOMB”

Aayan set coordinates for the bombs to land simultaneously in Nevada and New York. His brother stood next to him with a heavy hand on his shoulder; “Father would be proud.” He had a crooked smile and perfect teeth while he watched his younger brother work out the directions for the team through the headset.

 

“We need more calcium in them...” Aayan mumbled under his breath. He shrugged off Naib's hand and pushed passed the rows of computers. When he reached the foot of the stairs that led out of the control room, he heard the hooting from where his brother was.

 

Naib was static when he ran up to Aayan; his eyes were bright and excited. “It worked! Aayan, you're a genius! A genius!” He bear hugged his brother and spun him around, then celebrated with the rest of the team.

 

Aayan immideatly sprinted back to the control panels and frantically put in the key lock to disable the bombs, but it was too late. The were already dropping. “No, no, no...” Beads of sweat dripped from his forehad onto the keys, “it wasn't fully complete, there was something missing.” His looked over his shoulder to see the guys clapping and cheering, giving him a thumbs-up and pounding their fists into the air. Some even got on their knees and started reciting prayers of thanks.

 

He slumped back in his chair and put his head in his hands. “Allah, please show me I was right about the ingredients.”

 

 

 

TWO YEARS LATER

 

Darren put the turnips and cabbage on three plates and brought it out to his children, then fixed a smaller plate for himself.

 

“Dad, why do we have to eat this again?” Tristen was the oldest, he knew life before the Economy crashed. They were never a wealthy family, but they were never so poor that if kept them up at night.

 

He set the plate on the table and pushed it towards Tristen with a bit of angered force; “just eat.”

 

“Is mommy having another baby?”

 

Darren sighed and nodded his head. Everyone was having babies, it seemed like an epidemic. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was going on, women every where were just popping out kids like it was nothing. But it puzzled him, his wife and him didn't have sex that much.

 

The fall of the US economy drove the country into the second Great Depression. Food was scarce, clothing was getting impossible to come by, and the cost of living continued to rise. With the women reproducing continuously, it was getting harder to live a life of financial comfort. Unemployment rates were skyrocketing since women had to take so much leave during the pregnancies, but companies couldn't keep up with the supply and demand, thus laying off workers left and right.

 

Darren kept up with the news, scientists started collaborating to see why this was happening but have only came so far. The babies had no genetic father. When Darren found out that Rachel was pregnant, he demanded a DNA test because he had a vasectomy a few years back, there was no way this baby could be his. He accused her cheating until he saw that the baby didn't have any other chromosomes that linked to the evidence of a father.

 

Then it seemed like everywhere he went he saw pregnant women.

 

“Babe, come see this! Hurry!”

 

Darren found his wife inches away from the television watching the Global News. The reporter on the screen tapped his papers on the desk and cleared his throat. “We can confirm that the pregnancies of women across America is not biological. Scientists have found a chemical compound in women's uterus that releases a fake sperm cell which then fertilizes the egg.”

 

Rachel sat back and crossed her arms. “So it's like a disease.”

 

“And the economy will just keep getting worse, soon I don't think there will be much food left. We can't even afford this house anymore.” Darren paced the living room impatiently. The baby Rachel was pregnant with has lack of bone development, he asked the doctors but they said that there was nothing they could do but wait. He tried to reach out to one of his friends who had the same problem, but the doctors told him the same thing.

 

A lot of the babies being born have missing bones, and only one has been reported of being born without any bones at all. Darren prayed that his wouldn't end up like that. But he also prayed that it would so it wouldn't survive. They couldn't afford another mouth to feed, the idea seemed impossible given the economic status of the country.

 

Rachel put her hand on his back, “we'll make it.” She was always an optimistic person. Darren couldn't help but smile at her bit of hope. That's what he needed. Hope.

 

 

 

“BABY BOMB”

Aayan set coordinates for the bombs to land simultaneously in Nevada and New York. His brother stood next to him with a heavy hand on his shoulder; “Father would be proud.” He had a crooked smile and perfect teeth while he watched his younger brother work out the directions for the team through the headset.

 

“We need more calcium in them...” Aayan mumbled under his breath. He shrugged off Naib's hand and pushed passed the rows of computers. When he reached the foot of the stairs that led out of the control room, he heard the hooting from where his brother was.

 

Naib was static when he ran up to Aayan; his eyes were bright and excited. “It worked! Aayan, you're a genius! A genius!” He bear hugged his brother and spun him around, then celebrated with the rest of the team.

 

Aayan immideatly sprinted back to the control panels and frantically put in the key lock to disable the bombs, but it was too late. The were already dropping. “No, no, no...” Beads of sweat dripped from his forehad onto the keys, “it wasn't fully complete, there was something missing.” His looked over his shoulder to see the guys clapping and cheering, giving him a thumbs-up and pounding their fists into the air. Some even got on their knees and started reciting prayers of thanks.

 

He slumped back in his chair and put his head in his hands. “Allah, please show me I was right about the ingredients.”

 

 

 

TWO YEARS LATER

 

Darren put the turnips and cabbage on three plates and brought it out to his children, then fixed a smaller plate for himself.

 

“Dad, why do we have to eat this again?” Tristen was the oldest, he knew life before the Economy crashed. They were never a wealthy family, but they were never so poor that if kept them up at night.

 

He set the plate on the table and pushed it towards Tristen with a bit of angered force; “just eat.”

 

“Is mommy having another baby?”

 

Darren sighed and nodded his head. Everyone was having babies, it seemed like an epidemic. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was going on, women every where were just popping out kids like it was nothing. But it puzzled him, his wife and him didn't have sex that much.

 

The fall of the US economy drove the country into the second Great Depression. Food was scarce, clothing was getting impossible to come by, and the cost of living continued to rise. With the women reproducing continuously, it was getting harder to live a life of financial comfort. Unemployment rates were skyrocketing since women had to take so much leave during the pregnancies, but companies couldn't keep up with the supply and demand, thus laying off workers left and right.

 

Darren kept up with the news, scientists started collaborating to see why this was happening but have only came so far. The babies had no genetic father. When Darren found out that Rachel was pregnant, he demanded a DNA test because he had a vasectomy a few years back, there was no way this baby could be his. He accused her cheating until he saw that the baby didn't have any other chromosomes that linked to the evidence of a father.

 

Then it seemed like everywhere he went he saw pregnant women.

 

“Babe, come see this! Hurry!”

 

Darren found his wife inches away from the television watching the Global News. The reporter on the screen tapped his papers on the desk and cleared his throat. “We can confirm that the pregnancies of women across America is not biological. Scientists have found a chemical compound in women's uterus that releases a fake sperm cell which then fertilizes the egg.”

 

Rachel sat back and crossed her arms. “So it's like a disease.”

 

“And the economy will just keep getting worse, soon I don't think there will be much food left. We can't even afford this house anymore.” Darren paced the living room impatiently. The baby Rachel was pregnant with has lack of bone development, he asked the doctors but they said that there was nothing they could do but wait. He tried to reach out to one of his friends who had the same problem, but the doctors told him the same thing.

 

A lot of the babies being born have missing bones, and only one has been reported of being born without any bones at all. Darren prayed that his wouldn't end up like that. But he also prayed that it would so it wouldn't survive. They couldn't afford another mouth to feed, the idea seemed impossible given the economic status of the country.

 

Rachel put her hand on his back, “we'll make it.” She was always an optimistic person. Darren couldn't help but smile at her bit of hope. That's what he needed. Hope.

 

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