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We didn’t know. There was nothing we could have done, and we didn’t know. You can’t shoot the wind. You can’t argue with the clouds. There was nothing, nothing we could have done to stop the storm, and even if there had been, we didn’t know. There was no fucking way for us to know. Nothing like that had ever happened before, and we didn’t know.

It wasn’t our fault. And if I say that enough times, maybe I’ll start believing it. Oh, fuck.

It wasn’t our fault. We didn’t know.

Oh, God, we didn’t know.

—From Adaptive Immunities, the blog of Shaun Mason, June 24, 2041. Unpublished.