[ WP ] The world is rapidly changing as the plague of our era is spreading fast . But it does n't affect humans . It eats plastic .

Marla could hear the juices from the fish sizzling in the open flame and checked to see if the fish was cooked all the way through yet. The fire was crackling nicely and there was a cool breeze from the ocean. Every day that they had a nice fish to eat and clean water to drink was a good day. 
 
 Her daughter had gone off to explore but would be back soon, drawn by the smell of dinner. 
 
 After a short time, when the sun was getting low in the sky, she saw the silhouette of her daughter climbing up from the beach. Ona had a strange object in her hand, something smallish and square. When Ona got to the fire Marla could see she'd brought up an old plastic artifact, somehow preserved in the deep ocean, and Ona would have questions. 
 
 Marla did n't have the heart to tell her about the burned cities or about the food riots. She thought about the famine, the fires, the starvation. How billions had died and only those in the most remote places, those with the knowledge to hunt and gather and forage had lived. Things were harder now but also much more simple. 
 
 The modified bacteria was supposed to solve the pollution crisis once and for all. The hope was that the landfills and the huge islands of trash in the oceans would be a thing of the past. The bacteria was too efficient, too virulent, and evolved rapidly. A hundred years ago, or maybe even fifty, people might have been able to survive but everything from food packaging to power plants were affected. 
 
 As soon as Ona came into their little camp the questions would start but tonight she just wanted to watch the sun set and listen to the crashing waves. She'd need to know someday, especially if they were going to avoid the mistakes of their ancestors. Not tonight though.
