SCENARIO 76. She killed him, obviously. Don’t play with matches. Don’t startle physicists who’ve traveled here on a fucking nuclear bomb. SCENARIO 87. At age seventeen, Tristan Caine choked on hot soup and died. SCENARIO 141. “Ready the starship, Captain Blakely!” called Tristan from the ship’s hull. “Right you are, Lieutenant Caine,” Atlas jovially returned. SCENARIO 196.

