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Surgoshan: Social Justice Alchemy

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Some years later, when everything had settled down, the nerds who were good at that sort of thing managed to get the computers working again and reconnected with the surviving satellites. The data above and the data below confirmed that the Event swept from, roughly, galactic west to galactic east. The change in physics shut down most electric and electronic systems, at least te...

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A harsh wall of sound forced Samantha out of bed. It was the fourth time it had happened this morning and she fucking hated it.

She kept her alarm clock set between stations because radio stations suck. They're stupid and they suck and the DJs suck and the music is only okay and incredibly repetitive and Jesus Christ the commercials and her alarm clock tended to slip b...

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Sam woke up slowly, coughing. It wasn't really cold, just kind of chilly. Not warm. She pulled her eyes open and saw a woman lying on the street. She was a little older? Like, not middle aged, but not young? She had those wrinkles, but not that parchment look. And her hair wasn't gray. She looked familiar. Not because of the drool.

Wait, street?

Cold?
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Sam did not know exactly what to do. She vaguely believed random things she'd seen on TV. She vaguely knew that TV is a goddamn liar and will get you and your family killed. She hoped she might be able to help people.

She was staring at a woman who was dying. [UNNAMED WOMAN]'s health bar continued to drop.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Suddenly the dying wom...


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Sam made her way over to one of the overpass's walls. She sat down on what was probably technically a sidewalk and accepted the shade provided against the heat of the early spring sun.

Divine Inspiration? 

Last she checked, there was no god. Not even a little bit of a god. Everything even the littlest bit magic anyone had ever put up in history had turned out...


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