*Feeding Pigeons in the Park*
I woke up sore, but healthy.
The ritual worked and the science team was able to create a good anti-virus. Still, millions died. While I know that the responsibility of that falls upon the Demon's Head, I feel guilt just the same. If I had been a little smarter, I might have solved things quicker. Status reports are still filtering in. The doctors cleared me to go home, quietly.
I dislike the disorientation of the teleport beams. I always have. When I got home, I checked the status of the Foundation. Global efforts to rebuild and to resolve problems left over by the plague have begun. The Foundation is holding a massive charity event spearheaded by U2. Hopefully, I will be able to use this as leverage to convince the world to adapt more ecologically friendly behaviors.
When I wished there was a note on my desk. It was unsigned, but I knew who it was from. There was a price for completing the ritual. I've been marked by Death.
And it turns out she's a Goth moppet with an odd sense of humor. So here I sit feeding the pigeons in the park outside my apartment. Is this a message? Am I supposed to learn a lesson? If so, it eludes me.
The ritual worked and the science team was able to create a good anti-virus. Still, millions died. While I know that the responsibility of that falls upon the Demon's Head, I feel guilt just the same. If I had been a little smarter, I might have solved things quicker. Status reports are still filtering in. The doctors cleared me to go home, quietly.
I dislike the disorientation of the teleport beams. I always have. When I got home, I checked the status of the Foundation. Global efforts to rebuild and to resolve problems left over by the plague have begun. The Foundation is holding a massive charity event spearheaded by U2. Hopefully, I will be able to use this as leverage to convince the world to adapt more ecologically friendly behaviors.
When I wished there was a note on my desk. It was unsigned, but I knew who it was from. There was a price for completing the ritual. I've been marked by Death.
And it turns out she's a Goth moppet with an odd sense of humor. So here I sit feeding the pigeons in the park outside my apartment. Is this a message? Am I supposed to learn a lesson? If so, it eludes me.