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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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Under Cover, Out of Sight

Kirk stood in the bows of the Albatross, shivering slightly and looking longingly at the island's shore. He was deeply unhappy.

His head hurt. His head was fucking splitting! He had been unable to sleep most of the night. He had stayed out on the deck until he was so tired he was tripping over his own feet. Then he gritted his teeth and went inside his cabin, and spent ten minutes carefully arranging his body on the narrow bunk before finally falling asleep.

He woke up in the middle night with a headache of monumental, I-got-really-drunk-last-night proportions. The stink of tar and wood resin in the tiny cabin made it difficult to breathe. He got out of his bunk forgetting about the low ceiling, and hit his aching head hard enough to raise a bump.