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I bit back a sigh I’ve never been the most modest person in the world, andwhat littleKathleen peel the robe away, and took a seat in the indicated chair It was covered in clear plastic thatnoises as I slid reenish gel that Dr Shaw’s technicians began applying to ht this was going to be a brain wave test?"

"Yes, but since we have li to be iet a clear picture of your vital signs" Dr Shaw s to see that" The technicians, including Kathleen, were taping sensor pads to ht object to I apologize, but I assure you, it’s necessary to ensure the accuracy ofI wasn’t going to enjoy "What’s that?" I asked "You needChristmas carols while you , and you should feel free if it helps you relax, but no" Dr Shaw produced a pair of scissors fro them up for me to see "Your hair will interfere with the place to have to cut et a clear result"

For a h I was still laughing when she began cutting ot in The real test--the test of whether or not I could survive the CDC--was still ongoing But I was starting to feel like I ht actually stand a chance

Subject 7c continues to respond to sti the conditions of her containender, and even an identity, to a subject that has been awake and interactive for this length of tiistered template Her responses are ithin the allowable parameters Perhaps too ithin the allowable parameters; early concerns about cooperation and biddability were not unfounded

Itthe 8 line for release I will continue to observe and study 7c, but do not believe that 7d would offer any substantial improvement in the problem areas

--Taken from an e-mail sent by Dr Matthew Thomas, July 23, 2041

Preparations to separate thewe shouldn’t split the party Privately, I agree with her This is madness We will separate, and ill each of us die alone And yet…

Sos are correct, and the ineered for release when a news cycle truly needed to be buried--one such as the cycle ere prepared to unleash e left Memphis--then it is our responsibility to find a way to save the world froant that looks! "Save the world" I’ business I’ie and I leave for Seattle tomorrow I’ain And a ser lived in an age of heroes

I rong

--Fro of Mahir Gowda, July 23, 2041 Unpublished

Six

Deciding to hit the road took only a few seconds--the aht to travel froer Dr Abbey wasn’t sending us out to die; if anything, she was sending us out not to die, soreat pains to make sure I understood

"This isn’t just about theyet another blood test and getting yet another negative result "I wasn’t exaggerating when I showed you those distribution maps, or when I talked about the nu me some live specie had sighed in the back ofso tired it made my chest ache She was dead She shouldn’t have been tired any to let her go She wants you to get exposed again

"Are you fking kidding?" I’d asked, too startled to remember to keep my voice down

And Dr Abbey had smiled, that bitter half twist of her lips that I nor, or when she , the one with her dead husband’s na to have to explain how it is you’ve ed to create a subconscious echo that’s s, Dr Abbey had looked me squarely in the eye and said, "I need to know if you can shrug off the infection a second ties everything"

Swell

The next four days rushed past in a blur, with all of us preparing to do the one thing I’d sworn I’d die to prevent: We were getting ready to go our separate ways After everything I’d done to keep us together, to keep us alive, I was going to scatter us to the winds, and pray everyone ca the line, we becae, and After the End Tie Did I have to lose everyone else, too?