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aintnoconvictThe law of conservation of matter had never really applied in Taxon. One moment a thing is not, and then it is. Likewise things which are suddenly and completely cease.
In this moment Glitch is in the driveway of his little yellow house. He is attaching a winch to the front of the wagon (it will come in handy, he's sure of it), and for reasons known only to him the radio is playing KC and the Sunshine Band until with a fizz of static it isn't. Glitch looks over with a frown--
And then he isn't. Likewise the wagon and the tools aren't, and a frail old coat hung up in his wardrobe isn't. Several blocks away the workshop formerly known as Langwe and Gale's Mechanical suddenly is boarded up, and a notice declaring the building condemned is affixed to the front door.
A few dots on the map vanish in the blink of an eye, and that's that.
In this moment Glitch is in the driveway of his little yellow house. He is attaching a winch to the front of the wagon (it will come in handy, he's sure of it), and for reasons known only to him the radio is playing KC and the Sunshine Band until with a fizz of static it isn't. Glitch looks over with a frown--
And then he isn't. Likewise the wagon and the tools aren't, and a frail old coat hung up in his wardrobe isn't. Several blocks away the workshop formerly known as Langwe and Gale's Mechanical suddenly is boarded up, and a notice declaring the building condemned is affixed to the front door.
A few dots on the map vanish in the blink of an eye, and that's that.
