I had helped divide a nation, and only a delusional man would believe there wouldn’t be consequences.
Sooner or later the piper would come calling.
We dawned on a new era, Spyderbots did all the farming, processing, and delivery of goods, and they did everything for free. They were rewriting how mankind would move forward, and I helped. One nation wasn’t too anxious to see the west coast become a world power, and they’d do whatever they could to prevent it.
Bringing the children of Dr. Sakura Tetter into my household added to the danger.
My wife had died and I violated quarantine getting them to my home.
The company I worked for sent me a housekeeper to help the transition. I went from living in isolation to bumping into six other people—my lazy days of waking whenever I wanted gone. The global pandemic raged on, the virus continued to spread, six million people died, and it became terminal to get the virus, and a vaccine remained undeveloped.
A five-foot-ten beauty queen, the Japanese housekeeper arrived bringing the traditional culture to my sons that my famous late wife would approve of. The boys adored her and I found myself smitten.
I thought she came to take care of my boys.
Instead, she came for me.