It was a sunny day. The sky was a bright blue, with not a single cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly down on the busy city of New York, heating the mass of bustling people going about their own business. Some were tourists, some salesmen, and some ordinary people who lived in the city. One ordinary girl was wiggling her way through the massive crowd, with a yellow backpack on her shoulder, bright orange sneakers on her feet, and a smile on her face. She had long, flowing black hair, and a spring to her stride. She seemed like a perfectly ordinary woman, with an ordinary career (she was a doctor), and an ordinary future.
But she would only be ordinary for a little longer. In fact, she would only exist for a little longer.
Scientists have always wondered how exactly the human brain works. Shrouded in mystery, all scientists know is that all the body’s functions, reactions, and capacities rely heavily on the brain.
But if scientists would delve a little deeper . . . they would find something extraordinary. Something beyond imagination.
Inside every human beings head– well, their skull to be exact– lies a small, empty cavity in the front of the skull, right next to the brain. In that cavity, your body’s immune system functions and capacities are controlled and managed by tiny, little people. Twenty little people to be exact. They are so small, even a microscope isn’t strong enough to detect them. These people, known as the Zamzë, hold more power over a human body than you think. Despite sounding a bit creepy, a human being cannot live without them. (But they can be rather annoying at times. They are the main cause of headaches when riled up. Those who get chronic migraines have very disagreeable Zamzë.) These people have power over your body’s health, and your life. They determine when and where it is time for you to die. One wrong move, and it would be a disaster.
Now, this girl (Silly me, I should address her by her name, Clara), also has tiny people living inside her head. However, that does not make her any less ordinary.
Clara weaves around people, checking her watch again. She calculates her speed, and assures herself that she’ll make it to work on time. Smiling again, she keeps walking. The glare of the sun in her eyes makes her squint to see properly, and she feels the beginning of a headache. Used to them, she keeps walking, figuring that a glass of cool water will fix it right away once she’s at work.
But she’ll never get to work.
Another woman, with blonde hair, is walking relatively close to Sarah. She is a tourist, coming to New York City for the first time. She doesn't notice Clara walking close to her.
Until Clara collapses.
Whirling around toward the sound of the thump, the woman finds, to her horror, Clara lying motionless on the ground.
The woman immediately runs to her aid, flipping Sarah onto her back. Sarah’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head, and she lays limply on the ground. The woman reaches for her neck to check her pulse, and finds none. Frantically, she starts to give her chest compressions. Other people notice it too, and rush in to help, while others call for a medical unit.
But despite the woman’s efforts, it is too late. After two minutes of steady chest compressions, she stops. Staring down at Sarah in shock, she wonders what could have possibly happened. Then, as she later tells her friends, she thought she heard a little voice, shouting “WE . . . ARE SO . . . SCREWED!”
And that’s what makes Sarah not-so-ordinary. Her Zamzë made a mistake. A big mistake. A mistake of horrendous consequences. A mistake that rivals George Armstrong Custer’s. One of the worst mistakes a Zamzë can make. A mistake that hadn't been made in over twenty-thousand-four-hundred-and-thirty-three years.
They killed their human by accidentally hitting the ‘heart attack’ button while quarreling among themselves.
They are, indeed, so very screwed.