Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse
John Joseph Adams
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Possum'd spray this place with lead and diarrhetics," Del said. "Less you can think of something I can't." Fred smiled at that. The sun made a big gold ball on his head. "I guess we'll try your girl," he told Del. "'Course we got to see her first. What do you take in trade?" "Goods as fine as what you're getting in return." "I've got just the thing." The head actuary winked again. The gesture was starting to irritate Del. Fred nodded, and a friend drew clean white paper from his case. "This
Once we finished with Lisa's front settings, we sat around and fed her. I had a bowl of tailings mud that I drizzled into her mouth to speed her integration process. When we weren't feeding her, we watched the dog. Jaak had shoved it into a makeshift cage in one corner of our common room. It lay there like it was dead. Lisa said, "I ran its DNA. It really is a dog." "Bunbaum believe you?" She gave me a dirty look. "What do you think?" I laughed. At SesCo, tactical defense responders were
obvious. And Ken, she fumed on her way back. He shouldn't have taken her over. Even after he showed up, sheepishly cooking yet another marvelous meal, she tried to remain angry. But the anger eventually subsided, as it always did. On the seventh and eighth day of waiting reception cleared up enough for the both of them to catch some broadcasts from further north. Ken had enough charge in the house batteries for almost eight hours of television shows, and they both cuddled on the couch.
arm around Felix's shoulder. "They're dead, Van," Felix said. "Kelly and my s—son. My family is gone." "You don't know for sure," Van said. "I'm sure enough," Felix said. "Christ, it's all over, isn't it?" "We'll gut it out a few more hours and then head out. Things should be getting back to normal soon. The fire department will fix it. They'll mobilize the Army. It'll be OK." Felix's ribs hurt. He hadn't cried since—since 2.0 was born. He hugged his knees harder. Then the doors opened.
the planet needed at least one habitable spot, which was why we'd given up after two years of searching and come home. "I'd never considered just going on with our lives," I said. "I mean, after the Second Coming of Christ, that simply never occurred to me." Jody shrugged. "We just landed; we've all been too busy trying to figure out what happened. Give 'em time, though, and I think most of us will start thinking about it. I mean, this could be all the Heaven we need if we do it right." A