I came home to a dead Earth and a live city, and the first thing I noticed was the music. Jazz, coming from somewhere below, rising through the black rock like a song played in an empty ballroom, beautiful but performed for an audience of ghosts.
My name is Jack Morrison. Everyone calls me The Ark, which is a joke that stopped being funny twenty-three years ago. I captained the ark ship Providence, flew past sixty stars, found nothing but fire and void and one moon that was a liquid iron sphere eight thousand kilometers wide, and came home to find that humanity had decided to become very, very small.New Brooklyn was a micro-democracy...
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