Beginning of the End

There is a war being waged. We don’t understand how big it is, or who it’s against. My name is Noah, and I died three months ago. Death isn’t as finite as it would seem; it was just the beginning. It gave me the uncanny ability to transcend reality and tell this story. I was one of the few who survived the initial attack many referred to as “The Event.” I inevitably joined the rebellion. The United States of America was involved in a bloody civil war that eventually leads to worldwide conflict. We were the first to fall, due to our overwhelming sense of confidence.

Twenty-five years before my death, I was a third-grade teacher in Liberty City. Ten years before that my father died in the rabies epidemic, which wiped out 50 percent of the world’s male population. The virus had somehow evolved to attack certain genetic codes associated with the Y chromosome, becoming a disease that infected males, those who were not immune to it; females did not suffer from this pathogen. It killed its host within forty-eight hours, but not before it turned its victims into raging lunatics who attacked only other uninfected males.

There were two possible outcomes from an attack. Those who were bitten became frenzied beasts, or they were immune. In that case, the infected and crazed continued to bite and tear until the immune were torn apart. In either scenario, victims met a horrible end. Hordes of the infected wiped out entire male populations of towns and cities. They eventually met their end in global clashes and with the advent of a vaccine—but it may have been too late.

Surviving that apocalyptic incident scarred me. I watched my father, who was immune, meet his end. It was traumatic, but he gave his life to ensure that I, a scrawny teenager at the time, survived. The worldwide ratio of women to men now is roughly seventy-five to twenty-five.

Years after my father’s death and I’d grown and become a teacher, I’d walk up and down the aisles of my classroom wondering what would happen to my male students. My best-performing boys couldn’t compete with my worst-performing female students. I saw the frustration in their faces. No matter what I did to help, the trend continued.

The definition of being a man has changed dramatically. Women dominate the workforce, practically eliminating gender-associated identities. Government programs that were created to increase male populations globally seemed to have had the inverse effect for Americans. Here, females outnumber males five to one. One would think men would be a highly regarded commodity, but our status has been reduced to being mere sperm donors with the government mandating our participation in reproductive programs. A strict caste system has developed where men in America are treated as second-class citizens. Proposals have even been presented to Congress that actually strip away men’s right to vote.

Once a pendulum swings one way for a long time it gains momentum. As soon as the inertia subsides, it moves the other direction. Its force cannot be stopped so easily.

Over thousands of years of evolution, males became bigger, stronger, and faster. We became the hunters, providers, and protectors for our species. This placed us in a perceived dominant position, which created a need to have men around. With the elimination of these roles, the concept of being a man has essentially been erased.

Freud theorized that human decision-making is subconsciously based on the drive to procreate. Karl Marx stated that the history of all existing societies is the history of class struggles. Darwinian processes are inescapably applied to social constructs. This made the next step of human evolution a focal point of extensive debate among pundits and our educational elite. What will be the next evolutionary step for Homo sapiens?

This question ignites a profound interest as to what that next step will entail. These theorists never realized that our next progression in human evolution would be extinction—the extinction of a sex.