The cage

Within the white walled room, the ranks of steel cages, three high lined the perimeter. Heavy cage mesh construction, the door to each protected by a numeric keypad. The room itself secured by iris and fingerprint recognition, secure within the lower basement levels of an already secure building, part of a complex of such buildings, each as nondescript as the next, nothing hinting at the work being undertaken inside. The technicians, lab coats left on hooks outside the room, bedecked in sealed biohazard suits, strict protocols adhered to for the best of reasons.

The cages linked to a central control system, the animals within monitored for responses to the injections being given at regular intervals, the testing procedures refined, honed, the disease vectors under experimentation warranting the level of security. The possibilities for disaster, for exposure to some of the most deadly pathogens known to man too horrific to contemplate yet still the research continues, producing the weapons of tomorrow, the threat of a pandemic the ultimate deterrent?


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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