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Inferthermic

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In one, we build the next Manhattan Project, and the world bends around us. In another, we're a footnote, a weird little company that made everyone slightly safer and slightly more bored. There's a version where we don't save anyone at all, but instead nuke a city by accident, and I get to be famous for exactly one news cycle before I end up in a black site for the rest of my natural life. I snap back to reality. My phone buzzes with a new notification from my mom. Subject: "You OK?" She still doesn't know about the Cencora thing. I haven't told her, partly because I don't want to jinx it, but mostly because our relationship hasn't been the same since that winter break a few years. The day I came home and saw D'Jmarcus hit her was the day I realized I was powerless to fix anything that actually mattered. I haven't figured out how to tell her I'm not coming back, not ever, except maybe for her funeral. I open a new email window. I want to write her something real, something that would make her understand why I left and why I can't come back, but the words feel like rocks in my mouth. I type "Hey, can we talk this weekend?