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I guess in the end, it doesn`t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

"Not all of us are going to walk away from this one alive."

"You`re kidding, right?" Becks actually laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the empty structures around us. "If there`s one thing I learned since I started working with you people, it`s that no one gets out alive."

The only happy ending we can have is the ending where you take the bastards down and make them pay for what they did to us.

Life never goes back to the way it was, no matter how hard we try to make it.

"...Dave and I, we were doing this... this weird circling thing, like we needed to figure out every single line of the script before we could even start the movie. I knew, and he knew, and we didn`t do a damn thing about it." She sniffled. A very small sound that seemed loud in the sudden silence of the room. "It`s like we thought everything had to be perfect, or it wouldn`t work. Like it was a story."

"How bad is it?"

"On a scale of one to oh fuck, we`re all gonna die?"

The rest of the drive to Weed was the sort of uneventful that leaves every nerve on full alert, ready to freak out at the slightest provocation. Pre-Rising horror movies used to build suspense before a big scare by making the audience way. They`d do something horrible, maybe kill off a few protagonists, and then make people sit around waiting for the next terrible thing to come along. They called it "setting up a jump scare". Well, the drive to Weed felt exactly like that. We blasted down the abandoned length of I-5, and with every mile that passed without something going wrong, the paranoia grew.

God bless panic, the best motivator mankind has ever discovered.

"You know why corporate espionage keeps happening, no matter how bad they make the penalties for getting caught?"

"Greed?" ventured Alaric.

"Poor judgement brought on by possession of insufficient data?" said Kelly.

"People stop caring," said David.

I pointed at him. "Give that man a prize. People stop caring. Once you reach the point where you`re working with more people than can comfortably go for drinks together, folks stop giving as much of a shit."

Yeah, I had a sister, and yeah, she died. Also yeah, I talk to her all the damn time, because as long as I`m only that crazy, I`ll stay sane enough to function.

I stopped talking to her for almost a week once, on the advice of a crappy psychologist who said he could "help". By the fifth day, I wanted to eat a bullet for breakfast. That`s one experiment that won`t be repeated.