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The Brave New World

IMPORTANT: I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING THIS SERIAL. SYNOPSIS It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth. Of course it's a lie, because the planet isn't about to die. People will. As it often happens when something starts with a lie, disaster strikes. A mysterious electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Many people die, some commiting suicide because of the inability to post on Instagram. But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth. The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has only one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World. Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality. Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love. Some will succeed, and others will fail. But fortune always favors the brave.

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A Hundred Reasons To Be Happy

Jerry Hard stumbled along the muddy, uneven path leading to the hamlet that lay near the southern boundary of Lord Moran's land. Of course it was connected to Moran Castle by a road, but the road took a roundabout route that was three times longer than the path. And anyway, fuel was a problem.

"They've gone absolutely crazy, my dear fellow," Lord Moran told Jerry. "They're allowing people ten gallons a month. A month! And that Roller I have goes through a gallon every dozen miles. You know, that trip to Galway and back involved draining all the vehicles on the estate of every last drop of fuel."

"That's terrible," said Jerry. He was saying 'that's terrible' increasingly often, these days.  What was most distressing was that most of the time it was true.