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One night, while skating his favorite spot downtown in Central City, Lucius noticed something different in the parking lot—a whole new set of vehicles he had never seen before. The bald scientist’s car was there, as usual, but now three black SUVs idled nearby. Their exhaust smoked in the cold air, brake lights glowing red. He couldn’t help but be nosy. He paused for a moment, watching. We’ve got visitors,  he thought to himself. Just then, the bald scientist emerged from the

Skate Now Smile Later People were always saying, “This city is getting so big!”  But to him, it had always been a big city—its bright lights spilling across the skyline, its streets alive with motion and noise. The homeless, the hustlers, the tourists: all threads in the restless fabric of the place. There had always been secret corners of concrete perfect for skating, and this was one of the best. Across from Central City General Hospital, itself facing the downtown skatepar

Date: November 26, 20… [signal distortion]   Entry by: Jeremy Quin, Age 13 [Recording initiated…] On the walk home today the world was different. Edward kept saying that finals had everyone stressed, but the walk home proved otherwise. Change of Plans The main road was a graveyard of machines. Mr. Castanons truck idled in the driveway half packed with blood streaks on the concrete surrounding it. And the people… they weren’t walking right. Too slow. Too heavy. Like gravity h

Survivor’s Log – Entry #2 Date: November 26, 2029… [transmission static]  Entry by: Edward Quin, Age 16 [Recording initiated…] The day started like any other. Crowded hallways. Locker slams. That weird smell in the cafeteria no one talks about. I was half-asleep through first period, counting down the hours to the weekend. Finals were coming up, and everyone was either wired on caffeine or dead-eyed from cramming. But by the time Jeremy and I were walking home, the world had