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Kay Four opened the navigational files to double-check, for the seventeenth time, the flitter's heading.  The retrospective film she watched for entertainment the previous evening came to mind.  "This ain't like dusting crops, boy."  She grinned to herself as she made the proper adjustment to North Star Delta Scout's directional computers....
The world we knew and understood ended in a single day. I pushed the button that triggered Technological Armageddon.  I still dream about this, nearly every night and I wake up, in a sweat and crying.  I suppose I deserve to live in constant anguish after what I did....
I quickly closed my penthouse door, thumbed on the "Do Not Disturb" barrier, activated the security shields and then breathed a sigh of relief.  Finally, I was safe from the world, the whole universe for that matter. The paparazzi and fans are apparently everywhere. ..
I sat in the metal chair outside of the Detective's office.  Someone had to tell them what happened.  It was almost too horrible for my mind to comprehend, even after all this time.  Someone had to tell the story.  I reviewed the events.  Oh my god, had it really been twenty-five years?  Will I be able to right the wrong?  Would the detective at the Jacksonville Sheriff's office even listen to my story?  Twenty-five intervening years melted and I saw it all, again, as if it happened just yesterday...  
Who says hell is fire and brimstone? I can’t remember the last time I was not shivering from the cold, free from constant observation, or could take more than three steps in a straight line without crashing into icy steel bars.  Most of the time, I lie on my bed, with my eyes closed so I can be free in my mind. At least my thoughts don’t belong to the PPC.  Reminiscing makes the time go faster while I’m stuck here.  They can't keep me here forever, right?

 

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