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Day One
So, apparently there are those in this world who think I need to “Calm down because I am a loose cannon” or something. (For the record I won’t be mentioning any names because there are snooping busy bodies around here who might just be stupid enough to try to be in my business, not that they would live long but anyway no names Killer T...) Calm. I am calm.
Okay so this is my outlet for my aggression when I'm not at work. I did remind him that the aggression was necessarily in an attack and if anyone else would know that he should. I have come to question his intelligence from time to time.
I won’t lie though this last circadian cycle has been what some weaker individuals might call stressful as we had an interesting invader. No, it wasn’t an invader it was a turn coat. Yep a traitor and he had no excuse to turn. There was no infection. He was simply a traitor with the ridiculous idea that he was born that way. He wanted to take over knowing his dangerous ideas would bring about the world’s end. Selfish! Completely selfish a trait almost as bad as stupid, or weak. But, I digress, I mean if you got this far into my business you clearly want to know what I am referring to. Memory B has the information but I wouldn’t trust his account personally. If anyone overreacts in this world it is him. Anyway, the traitor was cancer. A cell that had proliferated so much that i later discovered he had taken over a section of the body.
It started when I was patrolling along the bone marrow and happened to see 1146 defending an ordinary cell. He does that often as it is his job but lately i've noticed him closer to non immune cells than he should be. I wont mention a certain erythrocyte everyone knows he is super close to but that is another story for another day. I am afraid it will negatively affect his work if he is not more careful. Again another story for another day. Not my business unless it affects my business. As I was saying, he defended this cell who was talking about others who attacked his family. This got my attention. I looked at him and immediately knew something was off. He was lying. 1146 couldn't see it! Even more disturbing that egotistical full of himself T cell couldn't see it either. (Consciousness knows, he is always in the way. MY WAY)
They needed to go away and let me do my job. This was it. What really happened...
"I got this you all can go."
"NK. Let me give you a hand"
I wasn't sure what this moron was thinking but Cancer was mine. So I did what any one in my shoes would. I punched him. "Oops, My hand slipped."
Then the weakling wouldn't fight. He poured water on me and thought that would send me away from MY prey and MY job. Fortunately 1146 distracted him enough to keep him around and I had enough time to kick T for his foolishness. The idiot still wouldn't let me go. I kicked him.
" My foot slipped"
"Are you senile?" He asked me and then tried to punch me.
UH. No. T, you are the crazy and clearly blind one.
I had to fight HIM of all cells to get to our real enemy. (Yet again they tell me I am the hot head.) 1146 followed cancer to the apartment and there I cornered him only to discover that as usual I was right. Killer T still wouldn't go away and let me handle him. It should have been my battle right. I mean they were just going to let him go and what? Proliferate until he destroyed our world. How dark would it have to get before T would stop trying to be a show off and work as a team?
When the battle got out in the open other immune cells were waiting to get in on it. (they erythrocyte had picked up on the problem and alerted macrophage.) Too bad certain acquired immunity cells cant be so observant. When you know you know. Especially when you are born to know. That battle was great. it was exlilarating on many levels. Macrophage's ax, her aim was a little off, the neutrophil's hand to hand knife skills, and B's antibodies. yes, B's antibodies. Killer T still wasn't paying attention and I made sure he got right in the middle of the stream of antibodies. He really needs to go back to thymus school! That was the funniest thing i have witnessed in a long time. Not since then have I felt so alive, so activated. I think i remember crying from the laughter. Fool got what he deserved. (I think next time I see B i will get him to get me a set. Killer T will need to be reminded again I am sure.)
That is what happened. What bothers me though is I thought I heard him tell Neurophil he would be back. Back from the dead? How would he...? Did he leave a copy of his corrupt nucleus somewhere? I will inform Helper T and be more alert. The rest of the immune cells need to as well.
I am beginning to think this may not have been such a bad idea after all. Seeing my thoughts could help plan for upcoming conflicts. Not for HIM (the true hot head) but for me.
NK