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It was the commentary that took his tialley, their voices calroup housing at university The awareness of other voices, other presences, and the comfort that came fro the comment threads

I LOST MY SON FOUR YEARS AGO, AND I STILL CAN’T IMAGINE WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW I WISH THERE WAS MORE I COULD DO

He had the list down to only a few dozen It was mid-afternoon in the arbitrary world of ship ti the reh thehed Ae

YOU ARE A SICK, SICK, SICK MOTHERFUCKER, AND IF I EVER SEE YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF PEOPLE LIKE YOU SHOULD BE RAPED TO DEATH JUST SO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

Prax tried to catch his breath The sudden ache in his body was just like the after punched in the solar plexus He deleted the e Another came in, and then three more And then a dozen With a sense of dread, Prax opened one of the new ones

I HOPE YOU DIE

“I don’t understand,” Prax said to the terminal The vitriol was sudden and constant and utterly inexplicable At least, it was until he opened one of the es that had the link to a public newsfeed Prax put in a request, and five o of one of the big Earth-based news aggregators glowed briefly in blue, and the title of the feed series—The Raw Feed—appeared

When the logo faded out, Nicola was looking out at hi that he’d soes, even as the rest of him knew better Nicola licked her lips, looked away, then back at the camera She looked tired Exhausted

“My na, the hter, Mei”

A tear dripped down her cheek, and she didn’t wipe it away

“What you don’t knohat no one knows—is that Praxidike Meng is a ot away froht his abuse of me was between us I didn’t think he’d hurt her But information has come back to me from friends who stayed on Ganymede after I left that …”