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šļø The Shattered Lands
by Tony Dunnell
āand now youāre here. Youāre a song of the future, Molly Drakes, so put the gun down. Put it on the table and then we can talk. Thatās it, good girl.
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Oh, Moll. Iām sorry. Mom died six years ago. Every night she sat out on the porch in her rocking chair, waiting for you. Sheād sit there until ten, then sheād say goodnight to me and go to your room. Iād hear her say āGoodnight, Moll,ā and she always left your bedside light on. Maybe she thought youād climb through the window, like when we were kids. Remember?
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Of course we tried to find you. We never gave up hope. But all we could do was wait. But itās all okay now, right?
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To come back? That was always the plan. And you know it wasnāt me that made you go, nor mom. We all played our part, the whole team. Iām not saying it was right or wrong. You said you were born for this. You wanted to go more than anyone, so we let you. And you were the best choice; no one doubted that. You wanted to see the future, to help save it. But we didnāt know the tether would degrade, that youād be left there, a hundred years out. No one knew if youād make it back after that. How did youā
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What do you mean, āthere are no songsā?
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People, but no songs? Youāre not making sense, sis. Youāve been gone too long.
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Almost twenty-three years. Hell, thatās why I look like this, with grey in my hair and wrinkles by my eyes. My own kids are older than you, full grown and living lives of their own.
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Donāt say that. Why would you say that? They have plenty to look forward to, especially now. Weāre making a difference. You said there were people there, so what do you mean? If there are people, then at least we survive for another century. That alone is hope, right? What else if not hope?
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They call what the Shattered Lands? Call what?
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Everything? Moll, you have to explain what you saw. We have to take you in. Dr. Phelps is still there, Nagamato too.
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Yes, Nagamato is still with us. The project never ended, but we tether much shorter. Two years forward, then ten, then twenty, but no further. We never tried to go as far as you wentānever tried a hundred again.
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Yes, they all came back. I went too, Moll. I went twenty years forward and came back after ten days. Weāve built a station tethered twenty years from now. Molly? Whatās wrong, Moll?
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Sure. Sit and weāll talk. This is all good, Moll. Youāre back, back here with us. Weāll get you all the help you need. Thatās it, sit. You can tell me everything.
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The station? Itās on Chirikof, in the Kodiak Archipelago. Itās a monitoring stationāobservation only. Itās out in the wilds, Moll. Thereās no interference, we just collect the climate data and come back. Itās undetectable, no one will ever find it. And even if they do, thereās nothing there to expose the project, nothing to suggest what weāve been doing.
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In total, since you? Sixteen of us. Iāve been twice. Halper twice. The rest you wouldnāt know. We all came back without problems. It works, Moll, trust me. And things look better than they ever did. Weāre turning the corner. Weāre convincing the right people of the need to act. Weāve shown them the reality of where weāre heading, what weāre wading into, and now their eyes are open. The public doesnāt know, just as we agreed so long ago. Itās safe, no quakes, no loops. And now, the future looks better every time we go.
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Degrading the consciousness of linear time? What does that mean?
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You are here, though. Youāre objectively here, Molly. In body and mind. Letās take you in, sis. Youāre not making sense.
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Coming back will condemn us all? Well, it hasnāt. Not me, not Halper, not any of us. Now youāre back and itās working. Weāre safeguarding the future for everyone.
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What? No. The timeline is fine. Weāve seen nothing to suggest otherwise.
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The next time? What could happen next time? I donāt understand. What are the Shattered Lands?
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That I made? I alone canāt shape the future. You know that. But itās okay. Whatever you saw, we can change it together; we can shape progress and choose the right path. A hundred years was too far, we overstepped, made a mistake. But itās working now. And youāre finally back.
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Shit. Say what you want, Molly. You are here. I can see you, you know that, right? Youāre here, right in front of me, sitting at the same table where we sat together for years. With mom, remember? Youāre here now, where youād have been ifā
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Yes, if youād never gone away. This is where you belong, even if, for you, itās only been days or months. Jesus, Molly, you havenāt changed one bit. And thatās good, you deserve it. Now you can enjoy this world, this hope. Itās getting better out there, sis, we can see now, I promise.
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A thief? Why would you call me that?
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I havenāt stolen anything, let alone the damn future! Itās not mineānot oursāto steal.
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No, Moll, you canāt be sure of that.
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Oh, Iām sure, thought Molly Drakes. A hundred times over and a thousand more. And still, Iāll always love you, as a sister should. But Iāll cleanse the lines, thereās no other choice. This future cannot be, where shape exists without reason, death without life, birth without conception. Iāll piece the Shattered Lands together, song by song, death by death, no matter how much I cry. Iām untethered here, Iām a time-strewn message, a song of the future. I am Fateās fractured herald, in the endless conceits of our motherās kitchen, where we once played cards and laughed before we learned how to ruin time.
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Wait, sit back down, Moll. Iāll call Phelps andā
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What do you mean, heās dead?
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How could you be killing him now? Heās in Mexico, for godās sake.
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Oh, Moll. Whatās going on? What have you done? Come on, sit back down. Weāll get you some help. No, Moll. Put the gun down. Molly, put itā
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