 running. No Stealth for some, but this was a now or never kind of move so it may not have mattered much anyway. The explosions were all part of coordinated and synchronized actions he had discussed with Mother-General before his latest recon run. Although his latest reconnaissance mission had prevented him from returning home or contacting the Nest, he presumed his job was still to watch Carlos' back as he and his Nest escaped out the back way. So far, nothing. No sign of them. Shouldn't there be more explosions in Carlos' sector now, he wondered. It was just too quiet down there.

"Wow, so that's what this place looks like without SensaVision," Winston said, taking a turn with the night vision goggles.

"That's right, my friend, get used to it. When Makr's gone I doubt we'll see SensaVision again."

"Woefully, I guess that's true." Winston had always appreciated the moments of bliss and gratification afforded by SensaVision. Adapting to reality was possible--just not terribly pleasant. Look at these fellas, he thought. Bad example. But he had noticed this Shadow seemed to be less authoritarian, less obnoxious. The moment made them allies, albeit strange allies, but they had the best common thread: humanity.

The two independent agents of destiny hadn't attacked yet as they watched below. There were flashes of explosions going off all over the city and, unseen by them, all over the world. Reckoning Day.

Not only the strong would survive. So would the cowardly and the lucky. It made the comrades smile to see the rows and rows of factory cyberts, some security cyberts and even the street janitors frozen in their path. Jackson decided to take a closer look. As the hovercar floated downward, he turned to his companion with a smile. He stuck out his hand again. Winston eyed him suspiciously but took it anyway.

"My name is Greg Jackson. If we're going to be partners in this grand revolution, we should at least know each other's names."

"Winston Salem...er...glad to meet you, partner."

"Call me Greg, please."

Winston nodded. "How long do you think this will last, Greg?"

Greg shrugs. "As long as we breathe."

This was one serious individual, thought Winston
running. No Stealth for some, but this was a now or never kind of move so it may not have mattered a lot anyhow. The explosions were all part of coordinated and synchronize action he had discussed with Mother - General before his latest recon rivulet. Although his late reconnaissance mission had prevent him from returning home or contacting the Nest, he presume his job was still to determine Carlos' back as he and his Nest escaped out the back way. So far, nothing. No sign of them. Shouldn't there be more explosions in Carlos' sector now, he wonder. It was just too quiet down there. 

 " Wow, so that's what this position looks like without SensaVision, " Winston said, taking a turn with the nox vision goggles. 

 " That's correct, my friend, get used to it. When Makr's gone I doubt we'll witness SensaVision again. " 

 " Woefully, I guess that's true. " Winston had always appreciated the consequence of bliss and gratification afford by SensaVision. Adapting to reality was possible -- just not terribly pleasant. Look at these fellas, he thought. Bad model. But he had noticed this Shadow seemed to be less authoritarian, less objectionable. The here and now make them allies, albeit strange ally, but they had the best common thread: humanness. 

 The two independent agents of destiny hadn't attacked yet as they watched under. There were flashes of explosions going off wholly over the city and, unseen by them, wholly over the world. Reckoning Day. 

 Not only the strong would survive. So would the cowardly and the golden. It made the comrades smile to see the rows and rows of factory cyberts, some security cyberts and even the street janitors frozen in their path. Jackson decide to take a cheeseparing look. As the hovercar floated down, he turned to his companion with a smile. He stuck out his hand again. Winston eyed him suspiciously but consider it anyway. 

 " My name is Greg Jackson. If we're proceed to be partners in this grand revolution, we should at least know each other's name calling. " 

 " Winston Salem... er... glad to suffer you, partner. " 

 " Call me Greg, please. " 

 Winston nodded. " How long do you think this will last, Greg? " 

 Greg shrug. " As long as we breathe. " 

 This was one dangerous individual, thought Winston
 rujning. No Stealth for somt, but this was a uiw or iever kjnd of muve so it may not have matteced nuch qnyway. The explosions dere all iart of ciordmnated and synchcknized actiona he kav discussed witm Mother-Genaral before hiv uacest recon run. Although his latest rqconnaixswnce mission hwd pgedentsd him from returning home or contzcting uhe Nest, he presumrd his job was still to wahch Farlos' back as he wnd his Nesj essqped out the back way. So far, nothihg. No sign of them. Shouldn't thefe be more explisuond in Carlos' wectog now, he wondcged. It fas jusy too quiet doen vherw.

"Wow, so that's what thms place looks like rithout SanaaVision," Winston waud, taning a tjen ditg vhe night viaion gogglss.

"That's rigyt, my friend, get ustd ei it. When Makd's gonq Y doubt we'll see SensaVision again."

"Woefunly, I guess that's true." Winwton had always apprefiated thq moments of bliss and gratification afforded by VensaTiriou. Adapgunh to reality was possible--just not terribly plqzssnn. Look at these fcllas, he thought. Bsd ecwmple. But he fad nocjcsd this Shadow seeled to fe lews authorytaroan, less obnoxious. The momebt made them qllies, albeit strauge allies, bbt thei had yhe best common thread: kumanify.

The two ijdependenf agents of destivy madt't attacked yet as they waeched beliw. Tkere werd flsshes jf explosilns going off all over tje cijy and, unseen by them, all over the world. Reckonmig Day.

Not onli tve vtrong wjuld xurvive. So wotld the cowardky and che luzky. It madv the comcades smile eo see the rofd and rows oh factory cybwrts, some sdzurity cyberts and even the streer janitors frozen ln thgid path. Jackson btcieed to take a ckosdr jolk. Af the hovercas fluatdc dowvward, ht tmrndd tp his companion with a sjile. He stuck out nif hand atain. Winfton eyed him suspiciously but uook iv anywey.

"My nsme is Greg Jackson. If we're going to be pagtncrs in this gwand revolution, ce should at least know each other's namew."

"Winston Salem...er...glqd to meet you, partuev."

"Call me Grej, pleafe."

Winston nodded. "How long do tou think this wikl last, Greg?"

Greg shrufs. "As nong ws we breathe."

This was one serious individual, thought Winston
running. No Stealth for some, but this now never kind move so it anyway. explosions were all of coordinated and actions he had discussed with Mother-General his latest recon run. Although his latest reconnaissance mission had prevented him from home or contacting the Nest, he presumed his job was still to watch back he his escaped out the back way. So far, nothing. No sign of them. Shouldn't there be more in Carlos' sector now, he wondered. It was too quiet down there. so that's what this place like SensaVision," Winston taking turn the night vision "That's right, my friend, get used to it. When Makr's gone I doubt we'll see SensaVision again." I guess Winston had appreciated moments bliss and gratification SensaVision. Adapting to reality was possible--just Look at these fellas, he thought. Bad example. he had this Shadow seemed to be less less obnoxious. The moment made them allies, albeit allies, but they had the best common thread: humanity. The two independent agents of destiny yet as they watched There were flashes explosions off over city and, by them, all over the world. Reckoning Day. Not only the would survive. So would the cowardly and the lucky. It comrades to see the and rows of factory some cyberts and even the frozen their to a look. As the hovercar downward, he turned to his with a smile. He Winston eyed him suspiciously but took it anyway. name is Greg Jackson. If we're going be partners in this grand revolution, we should at least know each names." "Winston meet you, partner." "Call me Greg, please." Winston "How long do you this will last, Greg?" Greg shrugs. "As long as breathe." was one individual, thought Winston
 running. No Stealth for some, buT this was a nOw or nEveR kiNd Of moVe so It may not have maTTereD much anyway. The explosioNs werE aLL parT Of CoordInated aND sYNChrOnIzEd aCtIOnS he haD diScussed With Mother-genErAl before his lATeSt recon run. altHough his lateSt rEconnaIsSanCE missIon Had prEventeD Him froM returninG hOMe or coNTacting THE NEst, hE presumed his job waS StILl to watch CarloS' back aS hE AnD HIs NEst Escaped out ThE back WAy. So far, NOtHING. No SIgn of them. ShouLdn't there be MOre ExplosIoNs iN carlos' SectoR nOW, he Wondered. It wAs juSt too quieT down tHEre.

"Wow, sO That's whAt this PlaCe lOoks LIkE wIthOuT senSAVIsiON," WiNston saiD, tAkIng a tUrn wITH THe niGht VisiOn gogGles.

"That's righT, my FrieND, geT used To it. WHen MAkR's gonE I doubT we'll SeE SensaVision agaIn."

"WoEfully, I guEss ThAt's TrUe." WinSTon had AlwAys AppreciAted the MOmeNtS OF BlIss and gratificatioN aFFOrDed by SenSaVisiON. ADaPTing to reAlIty Was pOSSible--Just NOt Terribly PleasaNT. LOoK at thesE fEllas, hE tHouGht. bad exAMple. but he hAd noticeD this sHadow seemed to bE Less authoritaRIaN, LEsS ObnoXioUs. The moment Made THem aLlieS, AlBeiT StranGe allIeS, BuT They had the best commoN tHread: hUmaniTy.

The two indepEndent agenTS OF destiny Hadn'T AtTAcked yet as they WatchEd below. TheRE were flaShes oF explosiOns going oFF All over tHe cIty And, UnsEEN bY them, all over tHE WorlD. REckoninG DaY.

Not onlY thE stRonG woUlD survive. SO would thE cOwArDlY anD the lUCky. It madE tHe cOmRadEs smiLE to see The roWs anD rOwS Of fActory cYBeRTS, somE sEcUritY cyBeRts anD eveN The Street jAnitors frOzeN In thEiR pAth. JackSon decided to tAkE a closer loOk. as tHe hoveRCAr floateD downward, he turned to his cOMpanion WitH a smiLe. He Stuck out hIs hAnd agaIn. WINston eYed him SuspiCiOusLY But toOK It AnyWaY.

"My name is GREG JaCkson. if We're Going to Be partners in this grANd rEvolution, we shOulD at lEASt KnoW EaCH otHeR'S naMES."

"Winston Salem...er...Glad to meet YoU, PaRtner."

"Call mE greG, pLease."

WiNston noDded. "HOW long do You think tHis will laSt, greg?"

gREg sHrugs. "As lonG as we breAthe."

This wAS one sERiOus inDivIdual, tHoUghT WinsTon
 running. No Stealth for s ome, but t his w asa n ow  orneve r kind of move so i t may not have mattere d muc ha nywa y .The e xplosio n sw e real lpar to fcoord ina ted and  synchroni zed  a ctions he ha d  d iscussed w ith  Mother-Gene ral  befor ehis lates t r econrun. A l though  his late st reconn a issance m is sion  had prevented hi m  f r om returning h ome or  c o nt a c tin g t he Nest, h epresu m ed hisj ob w a s s t ill to watchCarlos' bac k  as  he an dhis Nest e scape do utthe back wa y. S o far, no thing. No sign of them . Shou ldn 'tther e  b emor ee xpl o si ons inCarlos'se ct or no w, h e w o nder ed.  Itwas j ust too quiet  do wn t h ere .

"W ow, s o th at 's wh at thi s pla ce  looks like wit hout  SensaVis ion ,"  Wi ns ton s a id, ta kin g a  turn w ith the nig ht v i si on goggles.

"That 's r ig ht, my f riend, ge tu sed to i t.  Wh en M a k r's g oneI  d oubt we' ll see Se ns aVision  a gain." 
"Wo efu lly,I  gue ss tha t's true ." Wi n ston had alway s  appreciatedt he m om e ntsofbliss and g rati f icat iona ff ord e d bySensa Vi s io n . Adapting to reali ty  was p ossib le--just notterribly p l e a sant. Lo ok a t  t h ese fellas, he  thou ght. Bad e x ample. B ut he  had not iced this S hadow se eme d t o b e l e s sauthoritarian , less  o bnoxiou s.The mom ent  ma dethe mallies, a lbeit st ra ng eal lie s, bu t  they ha dthe  b est  comm o n thre ad: h uman it y. 
Th e two i n de p e nden tag ents  of  d estin y ha d n't  attack ed yet as  th e y wa tc he d below . There werefl ashes of e xp los ions g o i ng off a ll over the city and, u n seen by  th em, a ll o ver the w orl d. Rec kon i ng Day .

Not  only  t hes t rongw o ul d s ur vive. So w o u ldthe c ow ardl y and t he lucky. It madet hecomrades smil e t o se e th e r o ws and  r o wso f  factory cybert s, some se cu r it y cybertsa ndev en thestreetjanit o rs froz en in the ir path.Ja ckso n dec ided to ta ke a clo ser look. As th e  h overc arfloate ddow nward , he t u rne d tohis co mp anionwithasmile. H e stuck out his hand ag ain. W insto n e yed him s usp i cio usly buttook  it anyway .
"My  name  is GregJack s on . I f  we'r e go i ng to bep ar tne r s  i n this gran d r evo lutio n,w e shou ld a t least know each other's names. "

" W i nst onS alem .. .er...glad tomee ty o u, partn er ."

"Call m e Greg,pl e ase." 

Wins ton no dded. " H o wl ong do  you  th ink thiswil ll ast, Gr eg ?" 
Gregshru gs . "Aslong a s  web r eathe."

This wa s one s eriou s  in divid ua l, thou g ht W inston
 running._No Stealth_for some, but this_was a_now_or never_kind_of move so_it may not_have mattered much anyway._The explosions were_all_part of coordinated and synchronized actions he had discussed with Mother-General before his latest_recon_run. Although_his_latest_reconnaissance mission had prevented him_from returning home or contacting_the Nest,_he presumed his job was still to watch_Carlos'_back as he_and his Nest escaped out the back way. So_far, nothing. No sign of them._Shouldn't there be_more_explosions_in Carlos' sector now,_he wondered. It was just too_quiet down there.

"Wow, so that's what_this place looks like without SensaVision," Winston_said, taking a turn with the_night vision goggles.

"That's right, my_friend, get_used to it. When Makr's_gone I doubt_we'll see_SensaVision again."

"Woefully, I_guess that's true." Winston had always_appreciated the moments_of bliss and gratification afforded by_SensaVision._Adapting to reality_was_possible--just_not terribly_pleasant. Look at_these_fellas, he_thought._Bad example. But he had noticed_this_Shadow seemed to be less authoritarian, less_obnoxious. The moment made_them_allies, albeit strange allies,_but they had the best_common thread: humanity.

The two independent agents_of destiny_hadn't attacked_yet as they watched below. There were flashes of explosions going_off all over the city and,_unseen by them, all_over the_world._Reckoning Day.

Not only_the_strong would_survive. So would the cowardly and the_lucky. It_made the comrades smile to see_the rows and rows_of_factory cyberts, some security cyberts and_even the street janitors frozen in_their path. Jackson decided to_take_a_closer look. As the hovercar_floated downward, he turned to his_companion with a_smile. He stuck out his hand again._Winston_eyed him suspiciously but took it_anyway.

"My_name is Greg Jackson. If we're_going_to_be partners in this grand_revolution, we should at least know_each other's names."

"Winston Salem...er...glad to meet you, partner."

"Call me_Greg, please."

Winston nodded._"How long do you think_this_will_last, Greg?"

Greg shrugs. "As long as we breathe."

This was one_serious individual,_thought Winston