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The Giant was big, the illnesses spread slowly. The day he got bit by the drill, he felt a little tired. The next day he felt as if he had a cold. A week later he had a fever and spent his days resting on the ground. From the fever, sweat poured from his body as if he were a summer glacier. The sweat soiled the land with salt and killed most of the plants.
After a month, he developed cancer from some of the diseases and his limbs grew gangrenous. He was in constant pain, and he began offering people anything if they would save his life. There was not enough medicine in the world to save him, and even if there was, most of the diseases he was infected with had no cure. No cure would be discovered because technological innovation had stopped. He was doomed to die. Most people wanted him dead since he was a threat anyways. He was hungry but he was too weak to raid silos for food.
After Two months His skin was green, He couldn't control his limbs. Starvation enveloped his mind. Parts of him were rotten and maggots began to eat his previously steel hard skin. He was so dehydrated that he could no longer cry tears of agony and his voice was too dry for him to beg for death.
The men at the war table were moved by pity.
"He has become weak, I think we should put him out of his misery, He may have been too strong to survive chemicals when he was in good health but now he should succumb"
"Send the planes"
Planes flew over the giant and dropped Hydrogen Cyanide bombs near his mouth. The Giant inhaled it and died.
Moral of the story
Novel problems do not always require novel solutions.
