Vapor

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The world was damaged, far beyond repair. Nothing could help it, no one could save it. Earth had been pushed over the proverbial cliff, so to speak. Hence, there was no reason for me or anyone else to worry about the future. Past generations had already decided it for us. But the past itself?

Well, that was still up for grabs.

A light wind kicked up outside the protective confines of our large dome tent. Thousands of dirt particles thudded against the tear-proof multilaminate covering. The tent, sixteen feet tall with a thirty-one foot diameter, had been specially constructed to withstand powerful tempests. But the storms plaguing the region, a small slice of land not far from Jerusalem, were no ordinary storms.

They were dust storms.

“What’s taking so long?” The feminine voice sounded huffy, out of breath. “You said you’d be done by now.”

Twisting around, I saw Lila Grinberg. She wasn’t skinny, but not fat either. The lack of a visible bone structure gave her an almost cartoonish look. Her resting face, a slight frown and vacant eyes, made her appear vaguely stupid.

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