That's right, kiddies and future corpses-someday the FUNK FROM OUTER SPACE is coming to getcha.

Crichton in The Andromeda Strain created a scenario where this occurred.

Indrid likes the tall writer's musings, but he found that story tame. Now, it wasn't a nasty little bug from outer space in Stephen King's The Stand that did everyone in, but oh, did little Stevie do it up right in the grim and grotesque destruction of everything department!

The article Indrid so generously linked for your sweating and jittery late night perusal above about the potential of microbes from Mars lighting on your mucous membranes like paprika on a devilled egg puts Indrid in mind of a more Stand-like scenario than the ultimately unsatisfying bug from Andromeda Strain. (It only wiped out ONE desert town! Where's the fun in that???)

Admit it, you are sitting there thinking you will be the lone immune one when the little nasties come. You will be the Road Warrior, killing anything that's left and eating it, you will make your new home in the Ritz Carlton and as long as you can keep the turbines at the power plant running you will have nothing but xbox and porn, 24/7.

Maybe, just maybe, you'll be right. The averages in such an event say you won't be. Silly daydwelling creature-Indrid knows your selfish little mind. It makes him squirm with pleasure.

That and the knowledge the tasty little germ in question is out there. Oh yes. It's only a matter of time before the wrong inquisitive astronaut with a pick is the unwitting spacesuited Angel of Death for the rest of humankind.

Indrid is having too much fun for one who is sorely in need of sleep. Time to roost now and luxuriate in such windswept and colorless dreams as articles and novels like the ones mentioned can breed.