[She lifts her head, firms her jaw, tells herself she has nothing to be ashamed of. Your heart rate's picking up, Doc tells her. You know, you don't technically have to tell anyone.
She subvocalizes back to him, These people don't know. I should tell someone, and a biologist isn't a bad choice.]
To me, human civilization ended a century and a half ago. A scientist created a virus, we think, and let it loose. About half of the population died on exposure. The rest were reduced to what we call ferals, almost mindless.
The Krakau found us about fifty years later and tried to help, but they can't just undo the effects of the plague.
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[She lifts her head, firms her jaw, tells herself she has nothing to be ashamed of. Your heart rate's picking up, Doc tells her. You know, you don't technically have to tell anyone.
She subvocalizes back to him, These people don't know. I should tell someone, and a biologist isn't a bad choice.]
To me, human civilization ended a century and a half ago. A scientist created a virus, we think, and let it loose. About half of the population died on exposure. The rest were reduced to what we call ferals, almost mindless.
The Krakau found us about fifty years later and tried to help, but they can't just undo the effects of the plague.