“Failed gravity. Lo-def people with no faces,” Ami answered absently. “Shut down the light engine and everything goes dark,” Kam added. Wolf pointed at her with a lit cigarillo. “Bingo.” The three of them sat in silence for a moment and Kam embraced the sounds of birds and musical breezes through thin, reedy trees. “So who’s running the simulation?” she asked. “Does it matter?” he countered. “Kind of sucks knowing there’s no congressman you can write to make it stop, huh?” If this was a simulation ending, then there was nowhere to really be, was there? No sense of when the next Void would be
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