116

Celebration was defeat.

115

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

114

Nimble fingers, ready mind (past midnight).

113

An exercise in solitude.

112

She read a few paragraphs before she realized they were in a foreign language.

111

And then he felt nothing at all.

110

She didn't mind staying up late until she woke up in the afternoon the next day.

109

Part-time secretary, full-time student.

108

The answer to both questions was, "I have none."

107

A project with no name and a name with no project.

106

She lived in distractions.

105

She walked around the block a second time and hoped to give one of the shop owners déjà vu.

104

She stopped speaking not because she ran out of things to say but because she could think of nothing else to add.

103

Hello, everyone, this is Scott Hannigan broadcasting from...well, I can't really say where, can I? I'd like to think we're all on the same team, but truth is, there are people against us and they might be picking up this signal.

Most folks are scared with what happened. I'm scared too, so you'll excuse me when I leave out personal details. I've been in radio for a long time--long before the corporations controlled what you heard--so when I came across this radio station after World Union Day (terrible name, by the way), I thought I'd check if it was usable. If you can hear me, that's proof this set up works.

I lived in a small town, and most everybody spread out and left. I don't have any family out in these parts, so I'm on my own. I try not to be out at night too much. Never know if someone's in the dark waiting to jump you. Not that I have anything worth taking. Got the clothes I'm wearing and my boots, that's it. But anyway, I'm rambling. It's not too bad, but it's lonely out here. I'm guess it's lonely for you out there too.

I'm checking the gear here and everything seems to be working, so if there are folks out there with working radios, you should be able to pick up this signal. Like I said, I'm an old radio man, and that means I like the sound of my own voice. I do have something to say if you're listening, though.

They took away our structure from the top down, on a global scale, and that's scary as hell. We don't have any guarantees anymore. We can't have any expectations. Nothing we knew in life is certain anymore. They changed the world for worse, but they didn't change any of us. They can't.

If you're out there and you're listening, I'm asking you to think about all the other people out there--we're all just as scared. We all want to be safe. We all want to wake up last week and realize this was a nightmare. We can't trust the governments to be there for us anymore, but we can trust each other. You're out there and you know I'm here. My voice is your proof. I think you've got to be out there, but I've gotta go on faith. Think about everyone out there going on faith, surviving on hope. That's what we have to do.

Or else, all those leaders we put into office, all those men and women who threw away their responsibilities to leave the world in chaos, they win. They're failures. They don't deserve a victory.

Don't let them ruin the whole world. We get through this, and we win.

102

Strawberry ice cream, strawberry yogurt, strawberry strawberries.

101

Over the first hurdle; back on the winding track.

100

Even, round, square, divisible.

99

Never trust more to memory than you have to.

98

Everything found a place in her notebook.

97

She never understood how they watched so much TV and became slaves to mass media.

96

By the end of the class, pen twirling left ink marks that dotted her hand and fingers.

95

Irregular pattern of minuscule bruises from the keys in her pocket.

94

The seven seconds it took for two subway trains to pass each other in opposite directions at top speed.

93

She missed the feel of a wooden pencil between her fingers.

92

Demystified murmuring she could understand.

91

Everything had perfect symmetry (for a little while).

90

Why must everything be quantified?

89

Her dreams trapped her in sleep, made her think she was awake and living her life while she was stuck in bed.

88

She never liked racing against the clock.

87

After a certain point in the night, she no longer felt tired.

86

No imagination, no creation.

85

They could not progress because they lacked vision.

84

Could a person recover from dieing just a little?

83

Every few hours, the narrating voice in her mind changed to another character.

82

She was wary of people who immediately looked for shortcuts when they had work to do.

81

For a few seconds before she woke up, she thought she was back home sleeping in her own bed instead of sleeping halfway across the world.

80

Out of sight, out of mind never worked for her.

79

A childhood filled with code words, club houses, and secret handshakes.

78

Writing, reading, watching: she pin-balled among them all day.

77

No one had to know.

76

She counted contradictions on her morning commute.

75

Everything was as related as it seemed.

74

Her vision flickered and the raindrops against the window turned into small black spiders descending on single strands of webbing.

73

She never got used to the noise of the city.

72

She had the most terrible headache.

Again.

71

Her headache pounded and throbbed. For once, she had no idea why.

70

Some days she didn't say a word until the afternoon and then her voice was raspy, as if she were losing despite not using it.

69

She walked through the rain drinking from a water bottle.

68

She pushed when she should have pulled, pulled when she should have pushed. Doorknobs were not her friends.