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watched as the test re-ran itself. An image of a translucent wave struck the Earth once more on the gigantic screen on the wall across the room from where he sat.
         Troy reclined nearby with his feet propped up on the top of a console whose systems were no longer functional. He shifted in his chair having no idea what the display he was watching meant but he could tell that it was nothing good from the way Dr. Leigh frowned from her wheelchair with her eyes glued to the screen and the grim look on Nathanial's face.
         The wave shattered as it struck the Earth, slowing from the speed of light to a dead crawl in space, as its fragments scattered, each taking a different trajectory. Then the screen went black.
         "Run it again,” Sheena ordered coldly from her wheelchair.
         Nathanial shook his head. “We've ran it over three dozen times today alone, Sheena. There's just no way to know where the pieces are headed. Maybe if we waited until the waves after effects in the atmosphere dissipated a bit more we could link up to one of the satellites up there. Surely at least one of them had to survive. We could…"
         "No,” Sheena cut off his protest. “I said, run it again."
         Nathanial got up from his seat as Geoff and Jeremy entered the room. “You run it again! I'm through for today. We're just wasting time here. There's not anymore we can learn without more data."
         "Ahem,” Troy cleared his throat, pointing over Nathanial's shoulder at the newcomers.
         Nathanial turned to face them, his features red with anger and frustration. “Who the hell are you?” he snapped at Jeremy.
         "His name is Jeremy,” Geoff responded with an edge of threat in his tone. “He's not infected by the radiation so you might as well just go ahead and welcome him onboard."
         "I hope to God he knows something about astrophysics and computers because I fuckin’ quit!” Nathanial shouted and stormed out of the room through an opposite entranceway.
         "That's Nathanial. You get used to him,” Geoff informed Jeremy. “That guy over there slacking off is Troy. He's military like me."
         Sheena rolled her chair up to them. It was clear from the way her arms strained as she pushed the wheels that she was not yet accustomed to her disability. “Do you, Jeremy?” she asked, “Do you know computers?"
         Jeremy stared at her. Even wheelchair bound, this tiny woman with flakes of gray in her pinned up black hair seemed tougher than Geoff did. She met his stare unwavering through the thick lens of her heavy glasses. “Well?” she urged.
         "Um… No, ma'am, I don't."
         "What did you do before…?” she let her sentence trail off.
         "I was an artist."
         Sheena cackled. “You sure know how to pick them Geoff. What use is he going to be and who's going to give up their share of the food we have left to feed him?"
         Troy hopped to his feet and moved between the doctor and Jeremy, sticking out his hand. “Glad to have you along for the ride. I promise not all of us are as crazy as we seem."
         Jeremy took Troy's hand and shook it firmly.
         "Bring him to the lab later,” Sheena ordered. “We need to make sure he's clean.” With that said, she looked up at Troy. Troy winked at Jeremy, “Gotta go. Duty calls.” Then took the back of the doctor's chair and rolled her out of the room disappearing down a corridor.
         "Who was that?” Jeremy asked when he judged the pair to be out of earshot.
         "That's our doctor and science whiz, Sheena. She was in charge here before things went to shit. She still thinks she is most of the time."
         A pale man dressed in black and only slightly older than Jeremy wandered into the control room. He wore thin, sleek glasses and carried himself with a flare of style. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the two of them.
         Jeremy heard Geoff