EPILOGUE
Zelda stretches languorously, due mainly to her love of a good dipthong, as she drifts into wakefulness. Hugo and Lefty snuggle closer, warm and soft, Hugo wrapped sinuously around one of her hats and Lefty nuzzling her toes.
She gazes around her apartment, noting that Lefty's box of postcards is back. She notes some new additions, several
postcards of llamas in zoos. She's learned not to question.
Next, the cats, batting what looks like three white marbles around the apartment. Marbles with depressed facial expressions.
Her PRS-700, on the floor, the sidelights flashing on/off in a repeating pattern:
01110101 01110000 01101100 01101111 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101100 01100101 00100000 01001101 01010010 00100000 01001100 01001001 01010110 01000101 01010011 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101101 01101111 01100010 01101001 01101100 01100101 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100100 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101
She eases back into sleep, dreaming of Taylor, because by now it's no secret that they kind of dig each other. I mean, is it? And he picked Chicago. Idiot.
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A loud pop-snap and the smell of ozone. The postcards levitate, and fold themselves out of existence. Thin Man and Biggles blink stupidly at each other as the awesome graphical animation of MobileRead's mental complexity, put together by the same special effects team that did Swordfish and Ozcorp's lab, flickers and resolves back into lines of simple green code, not Matrix-like, but basic CRT green screen stuff like in that movie with Harrison Ford as the IT guy at a bank, meant to convey primitive simplicity.
Just as they start to relax and smile, they notice that the Recall light is blinking, and the room begins to fill with
Anthropomorphites.
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A beautiful spring meadow, like that Windows XP wallpaper. Adrian and LOLPanda run into each other's arms.