The Mosquitoes of Mosquito City

The buzzing of the Mosquitoes on that hot and NEPA-less night were signs of the groggy morning that lay ahead. At the peak of the night's discomfort, the buzzing became voices, voices that I could understand, shrill voices but voices all the same. Voices of the winged flight bound suckers desperate to tell their story. On that night I was to be their mouthpiece to the world.

Mosquito City was among other frontiers they had left in the world and they were sworn to keep on breeding as long as they could. They said they were not willing hosts to the destruction they carried, neither was it a nature of choice. It was a burden, a burden with a story communicated verbally so often down their long ancestral linage. A story so often told that add-ons and extras had left it abandoned as confusion seemed to be the end goal. Anyways the story was not the case at hand on that night.

They wanted to obtain sainthood, they no longer wanted to be the cause of a thousand tears.

The unwritten truce in Mosquito City was not of their doing but rather co-habitation had just seemed like the likely option when the superior beings seemed to refuse to do the noble thing, drive them to extinction, just like the West African Black Rhinoceros and Javan Tiger.

Rather it appeared that the superior beings preferred to torture them with sadness. They want us to know that they were becoming resistant to the bio-chemical weapons, they were slowly evolving. They wanted us to know that they had no intention of being driven to extinction with their wings folded. As they were tired of the thousand tears in both camps. Their death toll was high and the casualties mind numbing.

They were not interested in truces or treaties of any kind, they wanted an all-out war to be waged, with victory for one side, second places weren't an option, a war without captives or sympathy. They had no true intention of winning but of stopping the torture of sorrow. Their greatest confusion was how the superior beings seemed to carry on, caring for their individual selves and nothing more. How funds meant to rage war and achieve their longing for extinction were diverted and misappropriated.

They and their forebears had stayed on too many walls and listening on too many of such selfish conversations while waiting for an opportunity to sap, to know that this was the case. They certainly knew that there were no conspiracies between the insecticide companies and government institutions to keep the situation at status quo in order for profits to continue, or were there?

Well that was really not for them to think about, their one request to us was simple, they wanted a monument to be built in Mosquito City so that when we do finally put our acts in order and drive them to extinction, they would be remembered as having flown the earth.