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station available informed the public that
something, nobody yet knew what, was affecting the female
population of the world.
    Lenard stepped out of the meeting and
did his best to calm his shaken daughter. He assured her that he
would be on one of his private jets to New York as soon as possible
to personally pick her up. True to his word, he adjourned the
meeting and was in New York City within hours. He picked up his
daughter and they returned to their mansion straightaway. As soon
as they made it home, Delilah demanded that all the help, the
butler, the driver, the maids, etc., be instructed to return to the
modest apartments on the mansion’s property where they lived when
they weren’t working. As much as she wanted to be waited on, she
didn’t want anyone in the house to spread the infection, especially
since the female hired help were all showing the same yellow eyes
and scaling skin.
    After the place had been vacated,
Delilah again rushed to her room and locked her door. Her room was
typical of wealth; fully equipped with plenty of square feet, a
huge adjoining bathroom, large, flat screen T.V., a king sized
heart-shaped bed, even a fridge. She basically had everything she
would need to survive comfortably for many days, so Lenard
understood that he may not see her for some time. Meanwhile, he
phoned a few of his friends in high places—many of them on the
payroll—to get whatever information he could about what the hell
was going on.
    Among these friends were
some prominent doctors and scientists, many of whom Lenard had made
handsome contributions to their causes and establishments (like
financing the trip of the son of a globally renowned plastic
surgeon to intern under a notable, albeit pompous, scientist
somewhere in the middle of Antarctica, in exchange for that surgeon
performing some controversial plastic surgery for Lenard’s wife in the comfort of their home).
Lenard learned that the affected women were showing signs of what
looked like a completely new form of cancer, as well a specific
kind of anemia. Lenard wasn’t familiar with many of the terms some
of his contacts were using, so he asked them to explain what they
were trying to say in laymen’s terms. The information that he was
eventually left with was that basically, the woman had somehow
recently undergone a complicated change in their systems that was
causing their skin to reproduce unnaturally fast—hence the
scratching and subsequent shedding, and that one of the only things
medical professionals knew of that caused cells  to display uncontrolled growth like this, was
cancer.
    As far as anyone knew right now,
this ubiquitous cancer, if it was, in fact, cancer, was accompanied
and possibly even caused by a marked change in the way the women’s
blood was using and transporting oxygen. Every woman studied showed
a marked decrease in red blood cells. This was what was probably
responsible for the yellowed eyes. All this wasn’t exactly laymen’s
terms, Lenard noted, but it all boiled down to the fact that, for
some reason, women’s bodies were suddenly handling oxygen very
differently than normal (or perhaps, struggling to handle a
different kind of oxygen) and their bodies were not transitioning
well. The other consensus was that it had all started with the
first sighting of that mysterious ‘meteor’.

Chapter 6
    Mr. Reynolds was now lying safely back
in the emergency room of the research station. The room was about
the size of an extra-large living room and was equipped with an
operating table, a few pieces of medical equipment, and two
stainless-steel chests of medical supplies. Large halogen lights
loomed high in the ceiling alongside moderately-sized vents
attached to powerful vacuums that were responsible for the
emergency room’s ventilation. The powerful system sucked air from
the room through these vents while other vents closer to the floor
resupplied the room with fresh air from the outside. The glacial
Antarctic air was