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I knohat triggered it I got the sa to "reunite the orphans of the Rising with their fa to the e-mail, these people would--for a h every public and enetic uaranteed; they were clear on that point We Find Your Family, Or Your Money Back

That sort of scam fascinatesI’ve had enes tested for every nasty recessive and surprise health hazard we can test for, and that’sthey don’t have a chromosome type for is so da to write about as it killedneed to find the fa I have in this world, the one thing I’, is Shaun And if I went out and found another fa him

Whether the Masons rescued us from certain death--like the press releases say--or stole us, or hell, bought us on the black rown up with atoes never got the opportunity to exist I did I was the one who got to grow up, and I greith Shaun, and that’s all I give a dauess there’s no way to make him

But I still know

--Froia Mason, originally posted May 13, 2034

The good thing about Kellis-Aoes after iant squid? It would be like the Sea World Incident of 2015 all over again, only this tiood scene If that doesn’t disturb you, consider this: The average crocodile well over the aht, too

The bad thing about Kellis-Aoes after all est blue whale (assu there are any blue whales left down there), if it’s a mammal, it’s a carrier That means that any cure we devise will also have to work for all mammals, because otherwise there’s always the chance that Kellis-Amberlee can mutate and come back for another try Viruses are tricky that way At least we’re used to dealing with this form of the disease I’ed the rules

--Fro, April 12, 2041

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The outside air slapped ed shut behind s at the same time--first, that I was alone in the middle of a mostly abandoned industrial park, and second, that while I hadany arear It was like a recipe for suicide, and while it ht have been acceptable when I was too out of it to realize what I was doing, that aze flick wildly around ns of move like an island of serenity a the ruins

I took another step forward, barely aware that I was going to do it until it was already done The van That’s where I was going when I ran away To the van, where George and I saved each other’s lives a thousand tier and killed the woman as my sister, le bullet

She would have gotten better, whispered Kelly’s voice, in the black space behind e was supposed to speak The world blanked out again

The sound of the van door slas for the second tihtly numb, with the deep, subcutaneous ache that meant I’d taken--and passed--a blood test to open the doors No amplification for me Not yet, anyway I looked dully around the van’s interior, eyes flicking toward the ceiling in an autoe’s blood ier For ainto a dozen shades of brown as it dried Then I blinked, and the blood was gone, replaced by pristine white paneling

"Breathe, Shaun," said George Her voice came from behind , even slightly aimportant, all part of a day’s work I’ve never been terribly prone to that kind of episode, but when you spend your days playing with dead things, one or two flip-outs are bound to coive yourself an aneurys e to look toward the sound of her voice was nigh irresistible I kept looking at the ceiling instead, waiting for the blood to repeat its flickering appearance "You would have gotten better"

"Says her," George said The amusement vanished, replaced by the barely chained irritation that was practically her trademark "The test results were locked in--the CDC kneas dead If you’d walked away, so would have happened, and you know it Worst-case scenario, you would have been treated to the delightful sight ofme into the open while I screaht not have gone out The truthwhat I was sure was ht have walked away clean"