A chilling sleep begins.
The carnage and chaos had ended.
He was the only survivor.
Recognizable remains littered the corridors. Blood pooled over artificial gravity wells.
A course to Earth was set, and he gingerly collapsed into a cryogenics pod.
As the pod sealed, a motion light kicked on.
He toured the entirety of his ancestral homeland without a single step.
After he signed the book, he decided to vacation in Portugal before getting down to business.
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Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
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“Can I come down?”
“Of course! I’m just surprised your not playing outside.”
A watery grave holds only so many drops.
The night light flickered.
You need a shotgun to squash these bugs.
“The lightning bugs sure are glowing bright tonight!”
The desperate exodus of mankind to the stars.
“Butembo will serve as the anchor for the first ever constructed.”
All conspiracies unravel in time.
“You don’t understand — I need to get from Bulawayo to Harare as soon as possible. I need to be on the roof of the New Reserve Bank Tower before sunset.”
He stepped into the cyan circle.
He settled in Luanda despite the distance.
The portal was first opened in a basement along Rua Ngola Mbandi — a stone’s throw from the airport.
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