prologue, December 2016.
how fitting is it, for us to have created our own end? the only thing more powerful than a human hand is the gun it points at itself. you can't say you're surprised that no one listened, why would they when the news reports cry wolf at every strain of strange cells. bacteria, viruses that creep into your bones faster than winter and freeze twice as cold. you imagine them made of metal, robotic rabies raised by the nurturing hands of our own scientists and their insatiable thirst for mortality. you can't say you're surprised that the subways ran on schedule still or that the white masks over mouths didn't grow in number. you can't say you're surprised that no one paid attention until it was far too late.