CURE-ALL // Chapter 7
Who knows how things fall apart? In many ways, a collapse is only apparent beyond its inflection point, when it can no longer be contained. Maybe I’m losing my mind, he thinks. This has got to be headset sickness. I need to get to work.
Gianni needs to see those maps. He thinks he needs to see some progress? I need to see some progress! I don’t even know where to start. From where? These bits and pieces of storylines and ideas? Virtually no designs done. Nothing for a single developer to touch.
I just want to be able to sleep. I just want to be able to rest. I want to be able to just breathe.
Anand says out loud, Diru, play the video of the last scene of Battle of Osiris.
Certainly.
All that was left was nothing.
‘That’s all we were told would remain. The world was to be engulfed in suicide smoke, and all except those who could make it to the safe zone would be consumed. It’d be quick. We were promised it’d be painless. We were promised the only way out was a ticket to the safe zone, reserved only for those who could afford it. I was one of them, and I didn’t want to go.
Why go when nothing’s left?