SMNTY Fiction: Terminus (Chapter 8.1)

In this installment, Tilda is faced with a choice, confronted with realities, and gets a taste of hope. And pancakes. 

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Hey, this is Annie and Samantha, and welcome to Stephan
never told your protection of iHeartRadio. And welcome to our
Sminty fiction segment, which is a once a month thing
where our excellent superproducer Christina comes in makes something amazing

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out of some words I wrote in twenty ten for
Nano Rimo. It is ongoing. It is, yes, once a month,
but I do think we might have missed a month. Anyway,
it's happening. Yeah, we had a love stuff and when
you have short months, yeah, keep it together. It is.
We get a lot going on. So this is chapter

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eight of Terminus, but I actually think it's chapter seven
because there was a mishap somewhere. I can't tell if
it was in my original document, which I have like
seven documents, and I think I'm pulling from a bunch
of different ones where I edited. I've made small edits,
you know, and then they're essentially the same, but one
of them is better. I think I'm pulling from like
the first one I wrote. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this

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is actually chapter seven, but because it was such a
long chapter, we have split it into two. So this
is going to be eight point one, and I was
telling you, Samantha, because my chapter links are wildly varying.
I think it's because I like to end. I'm kind
of you're like, what like I like to end on

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a they called a button in acting, but you know,
or you want to go to the next chapter. But
this was quite a longer chapter because I guess it
took a while for me to get to that button.
So we split it up and content warning before we
get into it, because this is yeah, if this is

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not you're saying, this is like the worst time for
it to be coming out. But anyway, all right, So
the world is kind of dying off because of this
sex based virus that's just killing everybody. Because of this virus.
Any child basically, once you have vaginal penis intercourse, if

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you don't get pregnant, then that's it. No more pregnancy
for you. So any child who is born is born
under the jurisdiction of the Board of Better Parenting and
this religious organization called arm ARM who works with the governments,
and they believe that the virus is due to the
sinful nature of humanity. So after giving birth to a

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child outside of a conception center illegally, Tilda runs away
with her son, Madison, in order to keep him from
being separated from her. And so this takes place seven
years later, when she and Madison are facing the stark circumstances.
Winter is coming. They're clothes are thin, they don't have
any supplies, and in their inspiration they were captured by

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the governments enforcers who had been looking to capture them
because they are a quote priority number one case. However,
Tilda and Madison are able to escape, but Tilda is
shot car chases running away. Tilda is now recovering under
the care of a woman named Flynn, while wrestling with
this really low self worth about her parenting and fears

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of being discovered by enforcers. So that's here. I guess
that was a synostis not the content warning. The content
warning is a depression, sadness, loss of child, stigma around sex,
internalized ableism, around disease. And I just want to say,
I wrote this in twenty ten, and oh my goodness,

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Oh my goodness, this is so much like the Last
of Us. Okay, they go to Kansas City. Oh, the
Last of Us came out in twenty thirteen. But the ideas,
you know, they're always out there in the ether. But
if you hear a lot of similarities, I swear I
wrote this before I ever played the last it was.

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But okay, with all of that out of the way,
let us get in two, chapter eight point one of Terminus.

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Distorted images unfurled Tilda's mind, both feeding them and devouring them.
She was writing a word, over and over and over again.
She didn't know what the word meant, only that she
had to keep writing it, even though her fingers cramped
her wrist eight, her arm heavy like lead. She wanted
to stop. The pencil reduced down to the stub, papers

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crammed with the word she could not read, littering the floor,
her handwriting growing progressively worse. She wanted to scream, to
ask to know why she was condemned to this word,
why she was shackled to something. She didn't understand what
it meant, but she had no voice. She sat at

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a desk like the one she sat at when she'd
been instructed on the dangers of sex, the penalties of intercourse.
Outside of a conception center and without state approval, the
room was barren, HER's the only desk, the walls gray stripped,
A scratched blackboard, somehow ominous, stretching out before her, encompassing
her view. Behind her, there was no wall. Though she

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could not see this or turn to verify it, she
could sense that nothing stood between her and the world
she had her back to. She could feel the monochrome
park abandoned, leaching the life out of her, as if
through water. She heard a female voice screaming, but she
hunched her shoulders in to shield herself from the woman's pain,
doing all she could to ignore it. She couldn't face it.

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She'd rather write this word she didn't understand until her
fingers rought it off, than to face whatever was happening
behind her. But the screaming was getting harder and harder
to ignore. Tilda gasped herself awake, her heart pounding. It
took a moment for her to remember where she was
waking up, warm and comfortable and alien sensation to her now,

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but the events of the day came flooding back to her,
almost a dream in itself. So much had happened in
such a short time her eyes did not adjust, so
complete was the darkness. She relaxed back into the pillow,
jumping again when something moved by her side. Madison curled
up against her, the blankets hiding him from view. Tilda

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released a shaky breath, petting his hair absently. When a
flash of light caught her eyes, she whipped her head
toward the window, where the edges of wide beams of
illumination played with the curtains. The enforcers had found them,
just as Tilda knew they would. But despite the fear
the racing of her heart, Tilda found she was too
tired to care, and she sank into darkness again. When

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she next opened her eyes, it was morning, or at
least it felt like morning. The sun cast a light
made gray by the many clouds in the sky. Her
head ached with the intensity of her sleep, like she'd
almost drowned in it, gone so deep she nearly passed
the point of no return. Growing aloud, she sat up,
her back popped in protest. She massaged her temples, trying

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to find strength to get out of bed. The smell
of cooking food and cheerful voices convinced her to rally.
Fighting with the blankets and her footing, she hoppled down
the hall, bumps in her hair bouncing from the odd
way it dried, pressed against the pillow. Madison was laughing
when Tilda entered the kitchen. He was assisting Lynne at
the stove. The woman helping him stir some batter. Splotches

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of flowers streaked his cheeks and dotted his nose as
he regaled Lynne with all the facts he knew about
random forest animals. Lynde caught sight of Tilda first and
gestured to her with her eyebrows. Madison, who was in
the middle of explaining all about wild turkeys, stopped mid sentence,
mouth comically agape as he called Tilda's name, and rushed
over to her, greeting her with an enthusiastic hug. We're

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making pancakes, he told her, gleefully as she carted her
hand through his hair that seemed out of the realm
of possibility to Tilda, a food that had to be
long extinct. At the flabbergasted expression on Tilda's face, Linds applied,
they're made with oat and honey. I don't have milk,
so we'll have to use water and honey for the
syrup as well. She planted flowery hands on her hips.

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I was listening off options for breakfast, and the poor
deer had no idea what I was talking about when
I mentioned pancakes. I had to remedy that postaste. Batter
poured out onto the griddle was a sizzle. Madison bounced
over watching Lynne avidly Lynde says everyone loved them. He
told Tilda, all struck. Did you like them? Tilda dropped
into a chair, old memories like movies playing in the

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back of her mind, her mother asking her how she'd
like her pancakes. Even then they were a bit of
a rarity. Yes, she grinned with blueberries and sometimes chocolate chips.
Wide hazel eyes roved up towards Lynn, who chuckled just
plain this time. She flipped the pancakes and Madison giggle delighted.

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Get us some water, will you? Madison obeyed, filling a
glass for each of them and setting them on the
table one at a time, and the fruit. The boy
pulled a bowl of fruit from the refrigerator and put
it in the center of the table. Then he turned
back to Lynn, mesmerized as she piled the finished pancakes
onto a plate and then poured some more batter. How'd

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you sleep, Tilda thought a minute, Well, I guess I
slept all day again mostly. Lynn flipped the pancakes and
Madison giggled again. Tilda licked her lips, dredging up foggy memories.
I thought I saw lights. The woman faltered, siting this
second batch of pancakes onto the plate. Yes, we'll discuss

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it after breakfast. Tilda address Madison. Are you feeling better?
Forgot to ask you yesterday? Better? Mass and chirped, no
more cold. Lynne got me medicine. Good, Tilda side relieved,
you sound better. Lynne finished up the last of the
pancakes and set them on the table, along with some honey.

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Here we go, she said, scooping three onto each plate
and putting forks by each setting. Put some honey on them.
Just a little, she laughed, as Madison up ended the
bottle over the warm and fluffy pancakes. Now take your time,
she instructed, firmly, mirth in her voice. As Madison froze
with a heaping forkful of pancake hovering in front of
his unhinged jaw, he bit off half instead, His face

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screwed up in concentration as he tried to savor every
second and pick out every flavor. The expression quickly morphed
to joy as the taste set in, and he bit
off the rest, already shoveling up another forkful. His enjoyment
of the pancakes amplified Tilda's the oats, making them heartier
than she remembered. Not much was said as they ate.
Tilda had to pace herself so as not to get sick.

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At the start of the meal, she'd promised herself to
take a sip of water between every bite, but her
resolution didn't last. Soon the plates were cleaned, Madison skipping
up to the sitting room to read after his help
was turned down and cleaning up. For a while, the
only sound was the clattering of plates as they were
washed and put away. Then Lynne spoke in a low voice.

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Enforcers were outside the house last night. Tilda sank into
her chair, drained. They have no way of knowing you're here,
Lynn reassured her. The car. Tilda whispered, They found the car, car,
Lynne repeated. Tilda swallowed. Lynde took the chair across from her.

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We I stole a car from the enforcers. Lynne drew back, surprised.
I left it in the car wash. A fruit streets down.
They knew I was wounded, that I couldn't make it
very far. Despair grew with every word she uttered, Her
stomach royaled, and her delicious pancakes threatened to make a reappearance.
The older woman leaned forward, her face soft. Tell me

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what happened? What I said? Tilda said, shakily. We were
captured by two enforcers. They stopped to get mass and
some cold medicine. We escaped and I took the car,
but they shot me. We made it here, hit the car,
and I collapsed somewhere near your house. Apparently, Lynne studied

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her for a long moment. Tilda, uncomfortable, muttered, we have
to leave Madison and I. They'll find us. No. Linda disagreed,
reaching forward to grasp Tilda's hand. It's no place her
children out there, Tilda averted her eyes. I can take
care of Madison. Shame welled up in her at the lie.

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You're just a child yourself, When kept her voice low,
not wanting to attract Madison's attention, tell me what happened,
Tilda opened her mouth to point out she'd already explained.
Lynn clarified, I mean you're much too young, to have
a child's age, not a state approved one in a

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conception center. There was no judgment in the observation. Tilda
looked away, opening her mouth and closing it again. Then
she shook her head, unable to speak. The sores felt
tight on her face. She flexed her hands to keep
from scratching them. Lynn seemed to take a moment to
gather her thoughts before leaning forward. You can stay here,

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I can keep you hidden. You'd be safer A warm bed,
warm food, clothes, medicine, a chance for you to teach Madison.
He can play with toys, breathe do arithmetic. It'd be
so much safer for both of you. It all sounded
so not to worry about the weather. Where they were

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going to sleep that night, where they would get their
next meal. But the enforcers would find them. They wouldn't
stop until they did. The longer she and Madison stayed,
the greater chance they had of being discovered. I can't,
she whispered. Though Tilda's decoration was barely audible, Lynne recoiled
as though it had been shouted, Blinking in surprise. She

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took a moment and tried a different track, imploring think
of Madison. He deserves to be safe, to be happy.
He's one of the few children we have left to us.
Her words felt like a blow, but Tilda didn't back down.
The enforcers will keep looking. They won't stop until they
find him. Sadness flashed across Lynn's face, something almost calculating

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following in its wake. Madison could stay, you could leave,
draw away the enforcers. Though the words were not said
maliciously and obviously cost Lynne a great deal of grief
to say them, they still cut Tilda deeply. Leaving Madison
was an option she had never even considered, and she
supposed on some level that demonstrated what a poor candidate

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she was to raise him. Keeping Madison safe, even if
it meant never seeing him again, was more important than anything.
Lynne knew that, so did Tilda. But Tilda wasn't strong
enough to make the hard decisions. She never had been,
and that's why they were here in the first place.
She couldn't let the state take Madison from her, the

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state that would have found him a loving family, that
could have provided for him. She was just a dangerously
inept substitute for the real thing. She heard herself say
it's not me they want. They want Madison. They'll think
Madison is with you. Lynne countered. They won't realize until
it's too late, or you might have aid them forever.

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Who knows, we both do. Tilda thoughts, and it lingered
between them, as if she had spoken, allowed, you can
trust me. I'll keep him safe. They'll never find him. Here.
Tilda could see a shadow of Lyne's pass shining through,
a woman so excited about a baby that she picked
him out coloring books before he was even born, imagining

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all the things they do together and everything she'd teach him,
wondering what his favorite color would be, what foods would
he like, what games would he play, and what subjects
would fascinate him, all the wonderful and terrifying unknown things.
Lynne must be envious of Tilda, and on some level
bitter that Tilda, a young woman who never planned on

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a child, who had never sought to have one, and
who had little to no parenting skills, had a child
while Lynde did not. Tilda had thought these things herself.
They will they pick up on the little things. Someone
will notice that you're picking up more food than normal.
Are clothes for a child, children's books, toys. People want

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to believe there's a child around, They'll cling to any
sign of one. It will spread and people will think
they're just rumors, But the enforcers will be there watching.
When you think you're alone. Silence fell, faint, shock registering
on Lyne's face. Years of dodging enforcers had made it.
Tilda observant of all the tiny details, small things that
could bring everything crashing down around you in an instant.

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For every incompetent enforcer, there was a deadly one lurking
unseen in the shadows. On more than one occasion, only
some small random event had saved Tilda and Madison from capture,
probably more than she knew. In this she was more
experienced than Lynne, and the sureness in her words surprised
even herself. She'd never spoken these things aloud. Apart from

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the occasional rules she gave for Madison to follow. It
was just a part of her now habits and safeguards
she did without giving them name or conscious thought. Madison's
too curious to keep hidden anyway, Tilda added a hint
of humor in her exhausted voice, Flustered in a tad
and dignet Lynn vallied, I can handle one child. As

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if on cue, Madison's voice rang from the sitting room.
What does sob ra a ninga mean? Despite everything? Tilda
smile tiredly affectionately. What was that mouse? Again? He tried
to pronounce the word, adding an extra syllable. The second time,

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Lynn mount to Tilda social studies aloud. She said, spell
it for his dear s O V E r e
I g n grin widening. Tilda called to him, it's
pronounced sovereign. Sovereign, he repeated thoughtfully and again to second time.
Then he inquired, almost suspiciously, Are you sure it's got

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a G in it? Pretty sure? Tilda could imagine his face,
brow creased, finger tracing the letters, trying to find meaning
in the symbols. Lynn spoke up. It means independent are
supreme authority, like a monarch or country. Oh. There was
a pause for a moment, then a more excited oh.
The word fell into place. The senates understood. Thanks. Both

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women smiled, but their eyes still carried the burden of
his future. Tilda felt in some way she had won,
although she couldn't say what or why You've done a
good job with him. Tilda would have scoffed, but the
sincerity in the woman's voice had her lifting her gaze
to Lyne's disbelief obvious on her face, Lynne reached forward
and gripped one of Tilda's hands. You have He's a

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bright little boy, an excellent reader. A little on the
thin side, as are you, but that's to be expected,
she observed lightly, How long have you been on the run? Dazedly,
the answer came to Tilda almost six years behind her glasses.
Lynne's eyes narrowed and her forehead crinkled. Madison is seven. Yes.

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At Tilda's confirming nod, she clarified, stiltedly, you skate with
Madison when he was one year old. Scratching her no
self consciously, Tilda muttered an affirmative. Aghast all dawned like
molasses across Lynde's face. How did you escape? Unaccountably? Embarrassed
by Lynn's scrutiny, Tilda bit her lip, unable to think

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of something she could say that could cut to the
point and make it so she didn't have to say
anything else that was part of her life. She avoided
thinking about a fuzzy nightmare that could only hurt on
further inspection. Most of the time, it didn't even feel
like reality, but a dream she'd had years ago that
still lingered in the deepest recesses of her memory. She'd
been so young, then, impulsive, and for better or worse,

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here she and Madison were because of it. Regaining her stride,
Lynne continued, you can't go on as you have, that's
no sort of life. I have no idea how you've
carried on this long. Tilda had no response for that.
Lynne was making her feel young and silly, and the
older woman's gentle ripprimand her shock at what lives had

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been gave Tilda renewed perspective on how dangerous their situation was,
how ridiculous it was for her to think they could
continue this. And definitely, we can't stay here, Tilda reiterated,
her voice barely above a whisper. We can't. Lynne opened
her mouth to argue further, but Tilda's set face stopped her.

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There's nothing I can say to change your mind, she tried. Resigned,
Tilda shook her head, wishing her answer could be different.
Lynne straightened hand splayed on the table. What will you do?
A shrug of the shoulders was the only answer Tilda had.
What we've been doing. I guess how will you get

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out without the enforcers? Knowing a heavy sized skate pass
Tilda's lips. What she'd done her whole life suddenly insurmountable
at night, We'll stick to dark alleys. Lynde's disapproval of
this plan was evident on her face. A tinge sourly,
she followed up with, and where will you go if

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the enforcers don't get you first? We were heading west,
Tilda offered, flimsily, feeling like an underprepared student under a
strict teacher's microscope. I hear there are less enforcers out there,
less state officials, only the one conception center in California.
A fierce battle seemed to be waging inside Lynn's mind.
With a weary huff, she hung her head, running a

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frustrated hand through graying hair. Tilda watched her, nonplussed and distracted,
already plotting various escape routes. There's a place, Lynn forced out,
in a hushed voice, giving in in Kansas City, somewhere
near the Liberty Memorial. Dan Moscov told me about it.
It's against my better judgment to tell you this. She

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broke off, glancing towards the sitting room where Madison sat
reading oblivious. There's an underground resistance there, she paused, licked
her lips, her face, grim. They are working on a cures,
like a void is sucked out the air in the kitchen.
What the word fell from Tilda's lips and dropped like

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a dead thing between them, dull and lifeless. She felt
sure she'd misheard. Lynn rubbed her face. A cure. I
hear they're close. At least, I've heard rumors that she
trailed off, staring at a blank space on the wall.
A cure, Tilda choked out to h V five. An

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odd half shrug, half nod, accompanied by a desperate peal
of laughter was the woman's response. No more sores. People
could have babies again. Tilda's mind could not fathom such
a world. Lyne's shoulders twitched again. I don't know, maybe,
but at the very least it should be somewhere you

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could hold up, stay safe. Dan told me they have
quite the system going. Tilda couldn't help herself. Can you
trust Dan? She didn't want to get to Kansas City
only to find nothing. Yes, Lynn looked loath to admit it.
He wouldn't lie. Honesty is just who he is. It's

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a makeup. Tilda fidgeted with her hands. Do you think
there's a cure? Is that there could be one? As
a doctor, it sounded too good to be true, the
wishful thinking of a dying race a lie propagated to
give some sense of hope. Lynn meant her eyes regaining
some control. Yes, HSV five is not Unlike other diseases.

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Humanity has overcome the only anomaly allies in patient zero.
We never could pinpoint from where the disease originated or
how I managed to remain dormant until the first instance
of intercourse. But other than that, I've always thought that
a cure was possible. I kept waiting to hear the
announcement of one, in fact, but it never came, and
we grew less and less. The possibility of a cure

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had never occurred to Tilda. She just accepted HSV five
as part of their lives and a movable object, a blight.
They'd all accept it as fact now and forever. A
life without it, a life where Madison didn't have to
fear being stolen away to conception centers, wouldn't have to
face the shame that came with the sours of sterility
on his face. Could have a family, She could envision it,

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she wondered if Madison could. But if there was a chance,
she had to try for Madison, how far as Kansas
City Lynde's face twisted. Tilda's decision obviously made, She sighed heavily,
not far by car, about a day and a half,
squalk eyed guess with prospective gain from years of being

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a nomad that didn't seem far, not at all, this
was doable completely The enforcers complicated things. Do the enforcers
know about this resistance? Lynn rejoined, I can't see how
they wouldn't, But they don't know where it is, or
else they would have been shut down by now, as in,

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they don't know what's city or I don't know it's dangerous.
Tilda ruminated on this, thinking of what she knew about
the enforcers, their numbers, their strategies, their technology, trying to
anticipate what she and Madison might face. But she didn't
know enough to make an accurate prediction. They'd have to
be extremely cautious if you're set on this, Lynde started darkly,

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a minute pause where she waited hopefully for Tilda to
contradict her. When she didn't, Lynne continued dispiritedly, you'll need
warmer clothes. Ah in the whirlwinds set off in her
thoughts by the word cure. She'd d forgotten about the
weather and Rashian's I'm not sending you in Madison, out
there with no food and water. She sat back in

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her chair, crossing her arms. I wish you weren't going
at all. Tilda gave her a half smile, saying delicately,
you would have been a great mother. Lynn Tears glistened
in the woman's eyes. A shaking hand pressed to her mouth.
You've got the worrying and carrying thing down pat That
garnered a watery chuckle from Lynne, her shoulders dissolving into shakes.

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Tilda didn't know how to offer to comfort her, so
she stood witness, witness to all of the damage drought
by HSV. Five families ripped apart, futures obliterated, Hope's loss,
a race facing slow extermination. So much devastation caused by
a mindless virus so small it was invisible to the
naked eye. The tears passed, and Lynne visibly pulled herself

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together with a snuffle. She asked, when will you leave?
Tilda looked out the window, weighing the pros and cons
of staying one more night versus taking off once the
sun had set. She flexed her leg experimentally, only to
find a ghost of her previous pain. Tonight, we'll leave tonight,
Lynne sacked. You really should wait one more night. Your

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leg is still healing, but Tilda shook her head. The
longer we stay, the harder it will be to leave.
A giggle came from the sitting room. Every year of
Lynn's life, every heartbeak carved deeply into her skin, making
her look frail. But then she stealed herself. Well, we'd
better start packing, then, hadn't we. She got to her feet,

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more in control now that she had something she could do,
striding down the hall and disappearing into a room at
the end of it. Tilda considered following her, checking to
see if she needed any help, but she sensed to
Lynne wanted a moment alone to collect herself. Tilda sat
staring vacantly at the wooden table, wanting to put off
dealing with what was to come as long as possible,
A course of doubt rising now that she'd made her decision.

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When she finally pulled enough strength, she stood tiny details
of the kitchen jumping out around her. The peeling wallpaper,
bagel blue stripes, the countertop, chipped in places, wide slatted blinds,
and flowery drapes on the window over the sink. A
spatula painted like a snowman. This was home, these things,
screamed at her, leaping in her mind's eye. This is

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what you've been searching for. Why leave? And that brings
us to the end of our fiction segment for this month.

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You will get part two of chapter eight, Sue Niche
within a month. If you're thinking about, well, that didn't
end where I thought it would. Yeah, well it wasn't
intended to, but here we are. I did want to
briefly address Lynn's reaction to kind of trying to convince
Tilda like, hey, you could give me Madison, Like I

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could take care of Madison and you could go out
and kind of this like very subtle tension. Well, I
don't know, you could argue with me about subtle but
between Lenn and Tilda, where Tilda fells like a and
would have been such a better mother than I would be.
But I can't leave Madison because this has been my

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whole thing. I never intended and I hope it didn't
come off this way, but yeah, again, you can argue
with me about it. I meant it more to be
kind of like a two women talking about what was
the best option they could take, and much less like
a kind of catfight kind of thing, which I don't
think it is, but I just when I was reading it,
I was kind of like, oh, this is kind of

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more tense than I remember it, but you know, arguing
about like what it's the best thing for this child
when there aren't that many children left, and ultimately Lynn
is like, yeah, I trust you, and it is cool,
like it is cool to see that moment of Tilda
being like, actually I have been doing I have been
taking care of him, and I have seen this world
and all this stuff, so I do know more about

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it in this context. But yes, this is sort of
the you know, it's nice. She has a nice home,
she has like working electricity, she has food. It would
be nice to stay there, Untilda being like, we can't
stay because there's this danger and it'll put lennon danger.
It will put them in danger, making that tough decision

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