Lathe of Denton part 2 ( Brad Majors y'all!)

The Lathes of Denton part 2


"Lay back, Brad, close your eyes, please," said Dr Scott.
"If you say so, but this isjnt going to work, brad objected, but did as he
was asked. Dr. Scott waited until he was trelaxed, then said,
"Brad, lets try to solve some problems. Racism, for example. Theres too much
racism: blacks against whites, Jews against Arab, that sort of thing. I want
you to dream up a way to make peace between all people, brad. No more racism.
BEGIN!"
Brads eyes closed as the suggestion went to work, and he dreamed...he dreamed
a rather unique way to end racism...

"Brad, wake up!" screamed Dr Scott. Brad opened his eyes, looked at Dr
Scott, and said,
" I told you you wouldnt like it," and he also looked down at himself, then
back at Dr Scott.
Dr Scott and Brad had both changed. They both had blond hair, blue eyes, and
thin lips. They also had the epicanthic fold of the eyes like an Asian, black
skin like a negroid, and heavy layers of fat like a native Inuit eskimo...just
like each and every other human on the planet.
"This sint what I ment!" said Dr Scott.
"You said to end racism. I did. I dreamed that we are all one race, and now
we are. No more racism." Brad shrugged his shoulders in a " I told you so" way.
"Alright, lets try again then. First, dream us all back to the way we were.
We will tryb something else..."
Dr Scott looked out of the window at the street.
"And put Denton back the way it was too."
Dr Scott thjought more, trying to think of a problem that humanity needed
fixed, one that Brad and his chicken-brain coundt mess up.
"Ah, I have it! Population, Brad! There are too many people being bornn in
the world and not enough food. Find a way to control Earths population.BEGIN"
Brad slumped back into the sofa, asleep...and dreamewd of a way to control
the world population.
He woke up when he heard the sound of Dr Scott crying.
"Four billion people...dead...gone.." said Dr Scott.
"Wha..?" asked Brad as he was still sleepy.
"Your dream, Brad. Look."
Brad looked out of the window. Denton was deserted, a ghost town. A lone
deer walked down main street, eating the grass that was growing thru the street
pavement.
"What did I dream?" asked Brad, and Dr Sxcott told him.
"Plague, Brad. About a year ago, a plague from China, used on Russia. the bug
came here, mutated, and the world lost 4 billion people. FOUR BILLION BECAUSE
OF YOU!" Dr Scott was angry, furious, and he balled his fists at Brad.
"THIS WASNT WHAT I MENT BY POPULATION CONTROL!"
"Well, at least we all look normal again. Brad said quietyly.
We..we have to try soemthing else," said Dr Scott, and he had an idea...


Go to part 3 now! :)