First Inkling

Mohammad had made it. New Brunswick. And in the flesh. He just couldn’t chance it this time as the Blackout, he realized, could have been manufactured by the AI for just such an eventuality: to lure fridge dwellers into a false sense of security so they would let down their guards.

He would meet up with Jay on his home turf, look him eye-to-eye, and gauge whether he could tell him what would be the culmination of the plan. To hitch a ride on the spaceships the AI were constructing as the only possible exit to a doomed earth.


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