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Protocol     A collective “What-the-fuck?” ensues, everyone’s shock apparent and obvious. Not only are the wavelengths shooting off the charts in all the zones that no longer have an active magnetic or electromagnetic field, but their frequencies are going berserk as well. I shake my head slowly. “I don’t understand,” I say, my voice unsure for the first time in a long time. “These frequencies are almost identical to the wavelengths. Wavelength and frequency are inversely proportional, not directly.” My eyes narrow at the charts and numbers in front… Magbasa pa

Dispatch     I walk briskly through the wide entryway of the Academi. My loud footsteps fall harshly against the web of gold, silver, and bronze flooring and I’m almost positive I’m leaving shoe prints in the weaved, multi-metal finish. Demetri and Sato fall to either side of me, their own hurried footsteps blending in perfect synchrony with mine as they move with equal urgency. Moments later, we’re walking into the Command Center, and all the Reapers I’d requested less than thirty minutes ago are already gathered here, standing at… Magbasa pa

Suspension     My eyes remain fixated on what I see—or rather, what I don’t see. Two words vanish right before me; right before my naked eyes. The bold, capitalized words, ‘ATLANTIC OCEAN.’ The same words my hand slid over while I held on to the globe for support. I quickly bring my palms up to my face, observing my fingertips, looking for smudges of black ink. There are none. Nothing to show that the writing rubbed off them, no evidence that the words had even been on the globe… Magbasa pa

A Golden Globe + A Bottle of Bordeaux = ?       My brain yells for me to get out of there, to head upstairs and get some fresh air and cool off, but something else keeps me in place. I stare at the single bottle of Bordeaux, regarding it intently as it stands proudly on the counter by itself. It looks so out of place. I’m not even sure why I’m looking at it with such concentration—why I even care to focus on it the way I am—but… Magbasa pa

“Blue Balls”     Forty-eight dark bottles stand on the long counter, proudly displaying the labels that showcase the expensive burgundy liquid they contain. I regard them as they stare back at me in silence, not needing to say anything as the cursive font of Italian words and old dates speak for them. I try to recall the last time I had wine—or anything stronger than a cup of coffee. It’s been years since I’ve had a real drink. Probably not since my twenty-first birthday, and even then I only… Magbasa pa

The Cellar     Cool, dry air grazes my skin, trickling in from nowhere in particular and everywhere at once through a hidden ventilation system, its presence felt but unheard. Only a handful of customized pot lights shine from the high vintage ceiling, sparse and evenly dispersed. Their warm, isolated glows create a collective dimness all around, much like single wick-candles do. As usual, the cellar is incredibly quiet. Almost eerily so. All the noise and music from above the basement is completely drowned out by exceptionally sound-proof walls. Except… Magbasa pa

Three’s a Crowd in a Crowd     The elfin Silver speaks first, maintaining remarkable eye-contact in spite of her size. “Hello, Commander,” she says. “You don’t know me, and I know this is sudden, but I’d like to help you figure out what’s causing the Shift.” Unfortunately, Demetri responds before I can. “And I’d like to help you figure out how to get out of that dress, sweet thing.” I sigh in exasperation. I really don’t have time for overzealous volunteers right now, plus Demetri’s weight and womanizing tendencies… Magbasa pa

What Do You Mean, Gone?     My forehead scrunches itself into a million furrows, conveying the sudden avalanche of confusion that’s forced its way into my brain. “Come again?” is all I can manage, certain I just heard Darius wrong. “The Atlantic Ocean’s not there anymore,” he says. “It’s gone, Matt!” “What the fuck do you mean it’s gone?” I frown, gripping the phone harder. “I don’t know what to tell you, man,” Darius exclaims. “It’s just… gone. Like, kapoof! Vanished into thin air in the last forty seconds…. Magbasa pa

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Recruitment     Impatiently, I sit at the Table of Metal with my comrades, my mind consumed with worry and a host of scrambled thoughts. The summoning is finally over—thank fucking goodness—and, except for Oskar, Heike, Febe, and I, all who were in attendance have left the Alchemoni already. As I’d predicted, the meeting lasted all night. I’m mentally strained, beyond measure, brainstorming a million strategies for a million potential outcomes that this Shift could bring. Most of it is just high-probability speculation at this point, but even though I… Magbasa pa