[ WP ] You have been infested by nanomachines . Describe a normal day in your life .

Technically, the nanobugs are proof of advanced civilizations existing, or having existed, in space. In truth, the nanobugs are a marvel and a wonder to behold. They work with such efficiency and with such speed, even able to reproduce and heal; all working toward their own goal. It ’ s hard to remember that side of the nanobugs when you ’ re one of the infected. When you wake up coughing a lung full of tiny robots into the sink, it ’ s hard to remember that these little bastards are anything other than a virus to us. 
 Patient Zero, a woman who remained anonymous until her death, first showed symptoms of the nano virus in Quebec, Canada. Soon, it spread throughout the United States, Russia and China. Eastern Europe, Africa, South America and Japan remained clean for months, while the rest of us were in strict quarantine. The quarantines were lifted once it was announced the virus could only spread through direct fluid contact. It was also announced that the bugs died when sneezed or spat or otherwise excreted. 
 That was their first mistake. The nanobugs didn ’ t exactly die, but went into a state of suspended animation. Once they came in contact with a living being, they ’ d snap back into action. The virus spread throughout the world in a month. It was only then that a serious cure was sought after. The first answer came in the form of intense radiation, nearly killing the patient; bombarding the patient and host with radiation, hoping the nanobugs fried before the patient did. With the speed at which the bugs worked, radiation was almost always a death sentence. 
 
 The second answer came in the form of our own nanobugs. If you can ’ t beat then, join them. After much research and debate, dormant bugs ’ coding was rewritten to fight off their own kind. While the nanobugs ’ original programming remained a mystery, other than to dissolve their host into a puddle of goo, these new nanobugs were made to protect their host. Nurses keep reminding me that I received my injection just days before I would have died. Comforting. 
 
 They might be called nano, but you still feel them. Their tiny little legs and lasers scraping away at your insides. Well, now, imagine them fighting one another. The excess of bug carcasses leads to a mass evacuation from every orifice. It ’ s wonderful. And the smell. Just a constant smell of fried wiring and burnt metal. You emit it, you smell it, you taste it. You hear the tiny scraping and tiny legs whirring bout in your ears. You see them march across your pupils. Feel them on your tongue, cutting, burning, scraping away at you. 
 
 After about a month of this innerspace war, you are declared cured. They then casually mention it is now time to removed the helpful nanobugs, for use in another patient; a fact I found disturbing, in and of itself. Jesus. I thought they were going to let me keep them. But, no, after more vomiting and painful diarrhea, they are extracted and, put into someone else. They could have easily programmed them to spread just as fast and work just an efficient as the alien bugs. They could have made them keep us healthy forever. Instead, they gave us the minimum at a high price, then took it away. It wasn ’ t long before people began to suspect the bugs weren ’ t alien at all. 

