The fried, blackened CBD we’re looking at is a sanctuary, Mumshine explains. Not the island you’d typically picture, but an island nonetheless.
Three months after Adam failed to emerge from the dome and Albert Turing declared war on all things Mech, Mr Turing detonated an electromagnetic pulse, Mumshine tells me as we prepare to descend into the city’s core. It was two years ago when the pulse was detonated. Everyone in the city saw a big blue flare which shook the air. The power went out, city-wide. An EMP fired a burst of electrons in arcs of wild lightning, shooing electricity back to its source, blowing transistors, overwhelming circuit breakers, scaring the signal out of every wire. Blowing everything electronic. No one was sure how long Turing had been building his weapon for; he’d
