For Monika Reynolds it wasn't hard to live, invisible. One favorite thing about was watching the rest of civilization fade away. Everything that had once been human was now nothing more than a collection of things that looked like people, a society, was just the Girl in the Crowd. Look down the aisle of your subway- or surface- or L-car on the way home tonight, and you will see her. You will see her by the dozen. She was just a face in your mind, a blank slate in all but the most profound moments of meditation. She could be a good person or a bad person. One moment she could look at you and smile; the other she looked away. Your heart would ache and your head would pound.