Jim stared at out the window of the abandoned hotel. The sky was purple which matched the uniforms of the soldiers who patrolled the streets.
It was nine months to the day of the first event, and the world was under control of the madman who told everyone his name was The Doctor.
The first three events were purely sexual. The world's women went nuts during the first two, and the third affected men and women. They went crazy trying to fuck whoever was nearest them.
The fourth event was different. It took control of men and women, but the effect didn't make people want to have sex, it made people want to serve The Doctor.
Jim realized after the third event, that it didn't affect him. He didn't know why, but he knew there were others not affected. He found out by accident after a couple of weeks, when he found a computer online at a library where he hid. There were no new news stories after the event, but there were social media posts.
People who were not affected were trying to find out what happened, and how many others weren't affected, but they were caught. He wasn't sure what happened to them after they were caught, but he made sure he never posted anything.
After a few weeks, the last posts warned people not to post anything.
People still lived in their homes. Those who had jobs in certain industries still went to work. Those able-bodied who didn't work in a desired industry such as farming, food processing, utilities, or anything else needed to keep the world moving, went into The Doctor's army of drone soldiers. The rest? There were only rumors.
No one received a paycheck any longer. The banks were closed, and their vaults were cleared out with the money and any valuables taken to who knew where. Jim expected The Doctor to have all of the money centralized for himself.
He thought that was odd. Why would a man need money in a world that didn't have an economy any longer?
He didn't worry about those kinds of thoughts. He worried about not being caught and finding others unaffected like him.
*****
The Doctor sat in the oval office and read the latest report on the round ups of the unaffected. Less and less were being found, and he smiled.
His sister, former President Jennifer Grant walked in wearing her French maid outfit, complete with thigh high stockings, high heels, and no panties.
"Your breakfast, Doctor," she said as she set the silver tray down.
He wondered how many presidents were served with that antique silver tray.
"Thank you, Jennifer. You may begin."
She crawled under the centuries old desk and began her second daily ritual of fellating him to completion as he ate his bacon and eggs.
When finished, she crawled out, stood, and walked slowly from the room. When she was alone in the hallway, she spat out her brother's thin spunk and vowed her revenge.
She was one of the unaffected by phase 3's event. She almost blew it when she realized everyone around her was affected and she tried to run to her car. She was stopped by an unaffected valet who begged her to fake it. She had seen the armored vehicles approaching with Doctor White's army of soldiers.
"Please Madam President! We need you," she begged.
Jennifer worried they had no option for escape if she wasn't right. So, she pretended. And for the last nine months, she was disgusted by what her brother made her do. Thankfully for her, she'd found the network of other unaffected people and the time to strike back was near.
*****
Jim walked up to the deserted football stadium where the Washington NFL team used to play and fell to his knees exhausted. It took a few minutes, but there was a flurry of activity, and a group of people ran out to drag him in to safety.
There were patrols, but as they already captured most of the unaffected, they were fewer and farther between.
"Are you okay?" A man wearing casual clothes asked Jim.
"I'm starving, and I haven't had water in two days."
"Get him on an IV for dehydration. Get him some food as well."
"Jesus, son. How'd you make it out there this long?"
"I barely survived. You were my last hope. The last five groups of unaffected I heard about were either captured or moved on. I didn't believe the code that was left on the wall in Philadelphia, but I didn't have a choice."
"We're glad you made it. What's your name?"
"Jim."
He winced as the IV was inserted into his arm.
"That'll fix you up. We'll have a meal for you shortly. As much as you need. We're extremely well stocked here," the man said. "I'm Avery. Avery Johnson."
"Thank you for taking me in, Avery. They tried to kill me in Chicago when I found the first group of survivors in the Willis Tower."
"Yeah, it was rough in the beginning. We didn't know who we could trust. There were groups who became paranoid and did more harm than good. It pains me to think of how many unaffected lost their lives at the hands of those rogues."
"How do you know I'm not affected?" Jim asked.
Avery laughed.
"Your eyes, brother. When we saw you walking up outside, I could see your desperation and determination to make it those last few yards to the building. You're strong."
"I used to be," Jim groaned. "Believe it or not, I was planning to try to stop them if I found the right group."
Avery smiled, "It's funny that you mention that."
*****
"Amy, what's the status of our birthing centers?" The Doctor asked as they began their meeting.
"Filling up sir. For the last thirty days or so, we've been filling up with the product of the first three phases."
"Is it a concern?"
"Not at all. We have plenty of doctors, nurses, and other personnel to handle the load."
Henry nodded, then asked, "Do we know if the signal is impacting the newborn children?"
"It doesn't seem to be at this point. While the signal caused children to go catatonic in the first three events, the fourth was designed to impact those with brain development in the toddler range and up. These babies shouldn't be impacted."
"Okay. Make sure the new mothers have good homes. Any single mothers should be matched with acceptable mates as soon as possible."
"Already on it, Sir."
"Good. What is the status on unaffected round ups?"
"Little new to report. The numbers have leveled off at approximately one thousand per week worldwide. It's almost negligible at this point."
"Excellent. After that last cell was broken up in Kentucky, we don't need any further attempts to stop the signal."
"No, Sir. One last thing to report, Doctor, and it's strange."
"Oh?"
"There was a phenomenon detected in Washington DC which our scientists say may have been an attempt to breach the purple band."
