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The Voyage 038: Viola

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In the little shack next to the hangar, Viola swore and grumbled.  The little rat, Molly had disappeared after tea service, and she hadn’t returned.  Florence was in a right state looking for her.   That left her to do the dishes the brat had left behind.  It would probably be better for her not to return at all, she thought with a nasty little grin.
Above her there was a sharp crack, and she looked up just in time to see a pencil fall through the roof and plop into the sink, soaking her, but missing her head by inches.

The City: 119: Tamika

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Tamika grabbed Bo and pulled him away from the window.  “What are you doing?  She whispered.  “They’ll find us in here!” Bo shook his head.  “They’ve been pounding on the door for hours.  They know we’re here, but can’t get in.  We’re safe until they fix this mess.”  Neither of them heard the scratching in the walls, which were much thinner than the door.
Below them, Mina, Ingmar, and Renee ran from the zombies, but they couldn’t gain ground.  The zombies were getting faster.  Mina tripped.  Renee kept running.  Ingmar reached for her hand, but the zombies got there first.

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The City 106: Andre

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Commissioner Jenkins gathered the remaining City Police forces in the lobby of the stately and imposing headquarters building.  The force was significantly less imposing.  Andre was in the front row.  He’d been behind a desk all day, coordinating the efforts.  It was a mess out there, but his father, and the whole force, had stepped up in ways they had never been called upon before.  The ‘paper tigers’ of The City were usually tasked with ticketing parked cars and avatars that broke The City’s Immersion Policy.  Today they had done real police work.  He had never been prouder of him.

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The City: 089: Aoife

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“You shouldn’t be logged in,” Aoife said when her younger sister called.  She was inside The City.  Hadn’t she seen the news?  The software was glitching like mad, and there Nora was merrily meeting with her team of international hackers, or whatever they did all day.  Hang out, she supposed.  That’s what she did, when she was that age.  But she did that in a proper coffee shop, not a trillion euro VR playground.
“I know.  Things are weird, but I need a favor.”
“Of course.”
“I don’t think this is a glitch.  It’s a takeover.”
“What do you need?”