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Authors: G. Wells Taylor
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sought her sisters and brothers in the rapidly sinking city.
They had nothing for her. There were riddles in the text and that’s
all they had: the text. The Revelation of St. John had been a long
contested part of the Testament, but this Change was different. And
the Bishop was missing. No one had heard word from the Vatican. It
was silent, but most had grown used to its methodical responses to
crises in the past. From her search for guidance she came away
confused.
And there was the water to worry about. It
was rising every day, and New York City was so big. Twice she was
drafted into the ranks of millions who built dykes against the
flood. She worked beside strangers with the rain pooling about her
ankles. A slight increase in wind pushed the waves up and over,
collapsing the hastily constructed barriers, flooding
neighborhoods. Pull back; build new dykes.
The military was brought in to build dykes
but became a police force and fire brigade. The world had Changed.
On the radio all reports were the same. Coastal cities the world
over were drowning. There was a Federal state of emergency
instituted as panic set in. Buildings were burning throughout New
York, the sound of gunshots and explosions rolled up every street.
And as the rain continued, people left the city.
Cawood heard about the Vatican while riding
on an army transport moving refugees to the mainland. Dying
witnesses swore they had seen a mushroom cloud. That pushed her
into a general trance of terror and disbelief. It wasn’t until
later that she found out about the nuclear exchanges in the Middle
East, India and Pakistan, China and Russia. To her a simple
question: if the Vatican could be vaporized, then what value the
cities of man and where was God?
Science, the last refuge of the faithful,
could not answer many questions. Meteorologists were baffled by the
worldwide weather system that set in and stayed. Some theorized
that whatever had caused the new weather patterns was so
catastrophic that the atmosphere reacted by creating a
suspension—an equilibrium of itself—seemingly sucking up the
moisture as the North and South Poles melted. Scientists at MIT
announced their initial findings: the majority of species of
bacteria had died off in a mass extinction of unprecedented
proportions.
Lost for a time, Cawood felt no urge to pray.
It was as though heaven itself had been destroyed with St. Peter’s.
Still, she could hang onto something, the basic lessons of
Catholicism. Yet even as she rallied, another blow fell as the
second month passed. All pregnant mammals spontaneously aborted
their fetuses. And it proved in the years that followed that
humanity could not conceive again. The voice of childhood had been
silenced. Cawood almost joined the suicides she tended though
events soon made death a crueler fate than life. No sooner was
science trying to explain the great stillbirth than the dead rose
up from their graves.
Raise them up to live forever with all
Your saints in the glory of the Resurrection .
Each country claimed to have had the first to
rise. Clambering out of mortuary drawers, coffins and medical
research facilities the dead came awake, but they were not alive.
Bodies continued to dehydrate, but with the extinction of most
bacteria, they did not rot. And this new revivifying affect,
whatever gave them life, was not for whole bodies alone, severed
parts were charged with some atrocious nervous activity, mindless,
but lifelike. The dead retained the characters of the people they
had been in life, so long as some portion of their brain
remained.
Karen swiveled her chair around to gaze out
the window at the cloud tops. She never felt guilty for having
Sunsight offices high up in Archangel Tower. Never regretted a
single sunset she got to watch while the populace below muddled
through endless days of rain. She’d helped build it after all.
10 – Dealing with the Devil
Felon sat on his bed at the Coastview Hotel.
He had set his guns on a
They had nothing for her. There were riddles in the text and that’s
all they had: the text. The Revelation of St. John had been a long
contested part of the Testament, but this Change was different. And
the Bishop was missing. No one had heard word from the Vatican. It
was silent, but most had grown used to its methodical responses to
crises in the past. From her search for guidance she came away
confused.
And there was the water to worry about. It
was rising every day, and New York City was so big. Twice she was
drafted into the ranks of millions who built dykes against the
flood. She worked beside strangers with the rain pooling about her
ankles. A slight increase in wind pushed the waves up and over,
collapsing the hastily constructed barriers, flooding
neighborhoods. Pull back; build new dykes.
The military was brought in to build dykes
but became a police force and fire brigade. The world had Changed.
On the radio all reports were the same. Coastal cities the world
over were drowning. There was a Federal state of emergency
instituted as panic set in. Buildings were burning throughout New
York, the sound of gunshots and explosions rolled up every street.
And as the rain continued, people left the city.
Cawood heard about the Vatican while riding
on an army transport moving refugees to the mainland. Dying
witnesses swore they had seen a mushroom cloud. That pushed her
into a general trance of terror and disbelief. It wasn’t until
later that she found out about the nuclear exchanges in the Middle
East, India and Pakistan, China and Russia. To her a simple
question: if the Vatican could be vaporized, then what value the
cities of man and where was God?
Science, the last refuge of the faithful,
could not answer many questions. Meteorologists were baffled by the
worldwide weather system that set in and stayed. Some theorized
that whatever had caused the new weather patterns was so
catastrophic that the atmosphere reacted by creating a
suspension—an equilibrium of itself—seemingly sucking up the
moisture as the North and South Poles melted. Scientists at MIT
announced their initial findings: the majority of species of
bacteria had died off in a mass extinction of unprecedented
proportions.
Lost for a time, Cawood felt no urge to pray.
It was as though heaven itself had been destroyed with St. Peter’s.
Still, she could hang onto something, the basic lessons of
Catholicism. Yet even as she rallied, another blow fell as the
second month passed. All pregnant mammals spontaneously aborted
their fetuses. And it proved in the years that followed that
humanity could not conceive again. The voice of childhood had been
silenced. Cawood almost joined the suicides she tended though
events soon made death a crueler fate than life. No sooner was
science trying to explain the great stillbirth than the dead rose
up from their graves.
Raise them up to live forever with all
Your saints in the glory of the Resurrection .
Each country claimed to have had the first to
rise. Clambering out of mortuary drawers, coffins and medical
research facilities the dead came awake, but they were not alive.
Bodies continued to dehydrate, but with the extinction of most
bacteria, they did not rot. And this new revivifying affect,
whatever gave them life, was not for whole bodies alone, severed
parts were charged with some atrocious nervous activity, mindless,
but lifelike. The dead retained the characters of the people they
had been in life, so long as some portion of their brain
remained.
Karen swiveled her chair around to gaze out
the window at the cloud tops. She never felt guilty for having
Sunsight offices high up in Archangel Tower. Never regretted a
single sunset she got to watch while the populace below muddled
through endless days of rain. She’d helped build it after all.
10 – Dealing with the Devil
Felon sat on his bed at the Coastview Hotel.
He had set his guns on a
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