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covered with the remnants of heated technical debates that the sysadmins had engaged in over the days since the day.
    He scrubbed away a clean spot with his sleeve and began to write out long, complicated alphanumeric passwords salted with punctuation. Felix had a gift for remembering that kind of password. He doubted it would do him much good, ever again.

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    > Were going, kong. Fuels almost out anyway
    > yeah well thats right then. it was an honor, mr prime minister
    > you going to be ok?
    > ive commandeered a young sysadmin to see to my feminine needs and weve found another cache of food thatll last us a coupel weeks now that were down to fifteen admins — im in hog heaven pal
    > youre amazing, Queen Kong, seriously. Dont be a hero though. When you need to go go. Theres got to be something out there
    > be safe felix, seriously — btw did i tell you queries are up in Romania? maybe theyre getting back on their feet
    > really?
    > yeah, really. we're hard to kill — like fucking roaches
    Her connection died. He dropped to Firefox and reloaded Google and it was down. He hit reload and hit reload and hit reload, but it didn't come up. He closed his eyes and listened to Van scratch his legs and then heard Van type a little.
    "They're back up," he said.
    Felix whooshed out a breath. He sent the message to the newsgroup, one that he'd run through five drafts before settling on, "Take care of the place, OK? We'll be back, someday."
    Everyone was going except Sario. Sario wouldn't leave. He came down to see them off, though.
    The sysadmins gathered in the lobby and Felix made the safety door go up, and the light rushed in.
    Sario stuck his hand out.
    "Good luck," he said.
    "You too," Felix said. He had a firm grip, Sario, stronger than he had any right to be. "Maybe you were right," he said.
    "Maybe," he said.
    "You going to pull the plug?"
    Sario looked up at the drop-ceiling, seeming to peer through the reinforced floors at the humming racks above. "Who knows?" he said at last.
    Van scratched and a flurry of white motes danced in the sunlight.
    "Let's go find you a pharmacy," Felix said. He walked to the door and the other sysadmins followed.
    They waited for the interior doors to close behind them and then Felix opened the exterior doors. The air smelled and tasted like a mown grass, like the first drops of rain, like the lake and the sky, like the outdoors and the world, an old friend not heard from in an eternity.
    "Bye, Felix," the other sysadmins said. They were drifting away while he stood transfixed at the top of the short concrete staircase. The light hurt his eyes and made them water.
    "I think there's a Shopper's Drug Mart on King Street," he said to Van. "We'll thrown a brick through the window and get you some cortisone, OK?"
    "You're the Prime Minister," Van said. "Lead on."

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    They didn't see a single soul on the fifteen minute walk. There wasn't a single sound except for some bird noises and some distant groans, and the wind in the electric cables overhead. It was like walking on the surface of the moon.
    "Bet they have chocolate bars at the Shopper's," Van said.
    Felix's stomach lurched. Food. "Wow," he said, around a mouthful of saliva.
    They walked past a little hatchback and in the front seat was the dried body of a woman holding the dried body of a baby, and his mouth filled with sour bile, even though the smell was faint through the rolled-up windows.
    He hadn't thought of Kelly or 2.0 in days. He dropped to his knees and retched again. Out here in the real world, his family was dead. Everyone he knew was dead. He just wanted to lie down on the sidewalk and wait to die, too.
    Van's rough hands slipped under his armpits and hauled weakly at him. "Not now," he said. "Once we're safe inside somewhere and we've eaten something, then and then you can do this, but not now. Understand me, Felix? Not fucking now."
    The profanity got through to him. He got to his feet. His knees were trembling.
    "Just a block