Sam did not know exactly what to do. She vaguely believed random things she'd seen on TV. She vaguely knew that TV is a goddamn liar and will get you and your family killed. She hoped she might be able to help people. She was staring at a woman who was dying. [UNNAMED WOMAN]'s health bar continued to drop. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Suddenly the dying woman might as well have been labeled like the greeter to Fantasy Village One in a Nintendo RPG. "Welcome to Dying Meadows, Adventurer.", says [UNNAMED WOMAN]. Sam started something that might well have resembled CPR. She tilted the woman's head back ..read more

Sam woke up slowly, coughing. It wasn't really cold, just kind of chilly. Not warm. She pulled her eyes open and saw a woman lying on the street. She was a little older? Like, not middle aged, but not young? She had those wrinkles, but not that parchment look. And her hair wasn't gray. She looked familiar. Not because of the drool. Wait, street? Cold? Sam struggled upright, wincing at the pain in her chest. She and the mystery woman were lying on the street, in the shade of a parked car. Not a parking lot, the street. That was a sidewalk. Those were surprisingly large dashed white lines div ..read more

A harsh wall of sound forced Samantha out of bed. It was the fourth time it had happened this morning and she fucking hated it. She kept her alarm clock set between stations because radio stations suck. They're stupid and they suck and the DJs suck and the music is only okay and incredibly repetitive and Jesus Christ the commercials and her alarm clock tended to slip between stations anyway and non-existent god help her if it landed on a Christian radio station. The XGXHXBBGBXHBB of the not-stations was better than all of that. Mornings suck. Know what would be better? Sleeping until you wok ..read more

Some years later, when everything had settled down, the nerds who were good at that sort of thing managed to get the computers working again and reconnected with the surviving satellites. The data above and the data below confirmed that the Event swept from, roughly, galactic west to galactic east. The change in physics shut down most electric and electronic systems, at least temporarily, and the exceptional clocks on the satellites (necessitated by pre-Event physics) meant that the equipment that survived and could be re-awakened afterward provided an excellent timetable. Whatever the Event w ..read more

My allegiances are to the the High Table. - Adjuicator And mine are to New York City. - Winston ..read more

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