The Steam Engine of Doom
I was born when the Great Deceleration ended. That is the first thing I know about myself. Mother told me that the sky was orange that day—not the orange of a sunset, because there are no sunsets anymore, but a steady, burning orange that came from the engines themselves. Twelve thousand of them, they said, strung across the continents like beads on a rosary, each one a pillar of blue-white...
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