George's Bolero.

George upon waking from uneasy dreams, he rose in his bed into a nasty bug. Lying on a hard shell that moments was discovering was his back and lifting his head a little, saw the dark figure of her convex belly, crossed by curved calluses had drained the salience weight of the sheets to the floor.

What happened to me?

Countless surprisingly skinny legs compared to the regular thickness of his legs, offered their eyes the spectacle of an agitation without consistency. No dreaming, no. George identified in your room in your home comprehensive documentation of chemical weapons; an unusual book, just open the chapter on "The importance of mating pheromone in the American cockroach."

"Well, he thought. Maybe it was a nightmare. For now, I will continue sleeping to forget these fantasies. "Over this was unfeasible because George had a habit of sleeping on the right side to the left side and his ever present state does not allow him to take this position, every time I tried to stay on the right side necessarily fall back again.

"That's my job tired," he said. He paused and then sliding the memory began to find the cause of their new evils. The electronic calendar on the desk tells you that tomorrow is September 11, it is then that assails the urgency of launching a new "unconventional" war to maintain the supremacy of his country in the world, but to get here his mind does not reveal more.

Furrow on his head to the many questions and gamble, George discovers he now has two small antennas on the ultra-tail, forming rows of hairs, which allow you to detect the slightest air current. That little wind reaches the barrier, a few thousandths of seconds before the factor that produces it: the danger.

Then perceived taconeos firm approaching the room. A melodious voice Knocks "GeoooOOORGE, arise. Remember your appointment with Donald and Lezza. "It's Laura, his wife, away untouched, trusting that has been heard, it is automatically switched on the TV alarm clock with the first morning news.

"True, says George, how could I forget."

A thousand times in vain attempts to rise; He closed his eyes so as not to see that rebullicio legs that did not stop until he felt a slight throbbing pain that George, quickly identified as hunger.

In a violent turn produced by this feeling, he got one of the six pairs of appendages ripped a piece of wood to triturating bureau. Slowly he discovered in himself, his masticatory apparatus in addition to the six pairs of appendages to crush and grind the food in front of the mouth, "chew" does not end there, because it continues in the digestive tract in the form of crop, has chitin teeth on walls (the hard substance that covers the body) following grinding the meal.

That was when the TV screen, the driver of the TV announcing something that leaves him petrified "cockroaches may have spread a dangerous-like SARS virus in an apartment complex in Hong Kong at a time mysterious pneumonia that has killed 403 people as a result of SARS while about 3,750 have been detected with the virus in 20 countries, half of them occurring in China. "

"Now I know everything. "Shouted George completely mad.

The global germ warfare had begun and the reasons for his strange transformation cascaded. Since that mischievous insistence of his "Men G." (Leeza and Donald) that led to this singular snuff smoking, thinking that it was a pure authentic habanero in the last session of chemical weapons, when in fact, they did victim an experiment.

The combination of rustic nicoteana with ammonia gave him to smoke high chiefs of his staff, we isolated numerous pheromones on their sense of smell, to make way for vomeropherins, which sent the hypothalamus, they disrupted the functions of the pituitary gland, autonomic nervous system, emotional reactions and electrolyte balance.

On this site the message from the vomeronasal organ is received and a syndrome that can trigger fear, hunger, anger, sexual attraction is processed, and in the exceptional case of George ... "Kafka's Metamorphosis."

Knock, Knock, George, me, Laura, you've delayed long. Donald and Leeza are here. ¿GeoOOOrge - Anxious and desperate to hear no response woman looking for the key and open the door. A piercing cry was then heard: "A cockroach !!!".

George is scared that falls out of bed trying to flee, but is clumsy in handling his newly acquired shell, their uncontrolled legs moving in zigzag, which inevitably lead to the feet of his wife Laura. She in an instinctive act of terror, lifting her leg and down furiously, discharging all his humanity in George ... CRASSSSHH!!

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