At the time that the world came crashing down, I just had to be doing something ordinary. But then, I suppose it wasn't really something I could have predicted or planned for. In fact, it wasn't even really the end of the world. What happened did not actually change the world, or destroy it. It simply shattered my world, my delicate perception of the world, the universe, and the government that claimed to protect us all. As I was saying, I was, of course, doing something mundane and normal when I found out that everything I had ever believed was a careful, complex, and extremely delicate lie.
I was driving home.
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Glass Houses
Science Fiction"They built up all these lies like glass houses, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the very people that claimed to protect me, to protect us all. The windows in...
