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Black
ink surrounded Ozma
on all
sides
as she tried to move around. She didn't know where she was in the
tepid blackness,
and she
certainly
wasn't used to
sensory deprivation.
There was a strange
buzz
in the air in the
Temple,
as if something was going to happen that the
novices
weren't being told about. They were used to not being told about certain
rituals
by now; some of those were only for
confirmed
priestesses
with
markings
on their
wrists
and
arms.
Daphne
Chase
rested
her
forehead
on the window. The
cadence
of the bus,
summed
up with her low
spirits,
left her
drowsy.
Yes, I'm
Phoebe Rowlings.
Then,
36.333333
years ago, he found himself
struggling
just to find
mere
megabytes
of drive space. The
effort
to
accomplish
this
involved reevaluating
his
programming standards
to
discover
more
efficient
software
architectures, streamlined
logic
that
required
less
programming code.
Flatline
swept
across the world in a
ferocious whirlwind
of death.
Wizards, thieves, clerics, paladins, druids, shamans, warriors,
and
warlocks
all over the
planet
vanished
in a
morbid frost
of
mass
extinction.
Craig,
is old and tall, and
holds
a
plastic
bag in which
rests
a
manuscripthis
final
manuscript,
if his doctor is
correct.
Within twenty years this book will be
overcome
by
events.
The
stories
I have
written
will become
peoples
lives, more or less, as first the
wealthy
and then the middle class are able to
clone
themselves.
Rage
makes the
priest's fat
hands
quiver.
Captain
Kanen
is the
victim
of
extortion,
that or the
lack
of
amphetamine
makes him angry.
I do not
claim
that the
enclosed
are
representative
of the
majority
of
Moroccans,
nor even the
average Moroccan.
Quiet, though.
Whoever
was
playing
wasn't
pounding
it out. And it was sad,
wrenchingly
sad in the
gentleness
with which the
notes
were being
coaxed
out.
It had taken only a matter of hours for the
Kethlan
system
to become a
tumbling sea
of
debris;
the
twisted
and
burnt-out remnants
of a once
glorious Imperial nation.