KEEMO

Keemo. I'm sure Jonathan is going to tell you some sob story about the pain, discomfort, and torture he endured during his treatment, and blah, blah, blah. But, don't think for a minute that the Keemo is any picnic for me and my kind. That first treatment wave -- there's nothing more terrifying.
At first, it seems to get darker, then there's this horrid, chemical smell, like some sort of industrial cleaner. Then you see them. Threatening-looking, giant robots that hover just above the ground on a mist that emanates from their feet. Once they set their red eyes on you, you're certain to be hit -- Either with one of their iron tentacles or with a shot of some sort of blue gas they shoot from their mouths. The results of these hits vary from no damage to total obliteration. Usually, it falls somewhere in the middle. We heal quite fast, but the Keemo attacks can sometimes last for hours or days even. 

You wouldn't think we had a chance. But, we got a few things working for us. One, we're resilient. Two, we can travel and spread out across the entire body if need be. And three, the poisons you humans use to kill us aren't that accurate. Other body dwellers don't have it so lucky. Take the bacteria that cause infections. Once the antibiotics are released, the bacteria are hunted down and killed. To try and kill us, and you have release the Keemo throughout the entire body. We're very difficult to find. We can also use bio-readings to determine the pattern of attack. That first round was Keemo for seven to eight hours every three weeks. Knowing that, we could prepare for the attacks, and eventually learn enough to become almost immune to that particular Keemo cocktail.

You'd think by now you'd have some sort of better defense system to use against us. Not that I'm complaining.