[ 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 .

`` Oh, my god,'' said Mina. She worked her prone body upright against the pile of pillows on the headboard. 
 
 `` What?'' groaned Stan, stretching. 
 
 `` You did n't!'' 
 
 `` Did n't what?'' 
 
 `` Stan, you idiot!'' 
 
 Stan got up from the bed and looked down at the tattered rags of rubber that clung to his slowly deflating cock. `` Shit,'' he said. 
 
 `` Yeah!'' Mina said, and spread her labia to show him that the deposit had, indeed, been deposited. 
 
 `` Damn plastic plague,'' Stan said. 
 
 `` Plague my ass,'' Mina said, and held up the lube bottle and its rear label to the moonlight, reading. `` I knew it!'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` I told you to get water-based, retard.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry.'' 
 
... 
 
 `` Well, try to get it out or something.'' 
 
 `` It does n't work like that,'' Mina snapped. Stan remained silent and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his head in his hands. 
 
 `` I'm ovulating too,'' she said, then said nothing for some time. Then, `` Stan, I'm sorry.'' She could tell he was crying. `` But you know we ca n't bring up a baby in a new dark age.'' 
 
 `` They did it before plastics,'' Stan said, sniffed, and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. 
 
 `` But we're reliant now, Stan. This is the end of people.'' 
 
 `` Do n't say that! Do n't fucking say that. It does n't have to be the end of Us.'' Stan, the consummate romantic. 
 
 `` Oh, we'll make it, I suppose. But not people.'' 
 
 `` Make it to what, to death?'' 
 
 `` Eventually. What else?'' Mina, the consummate nihilist. 
 
 `` But separately. Alone. I love you. I want a synthesis of us! I want a bloodline.'' 
 
 `` It's selfish, Stan. It's pure narcissism.'' 
 
 `` It's biology.'' There was a long pause. 
 
 `` Stan, did you buy oil-based on purpose?'' 
 
 Stan did n't answer the question. `` I'm going to take a shower,'' he said. 
 
 `` The sit-down kind?'' 
 
 `` The sit-down kind.'' 

