Greco assured everyone that the cabin, if it could even be called that, was completely off the books and could in no way be traced to him. That Colonel Harden’s Militia couldn’t find them there. That they would be safe while Boros formulated whatever plan he could to try and stop the world from decaying further. That was the issue now. He couldn’t stop the Aethernet from falling. It was gone. At the very least the physical, tangible streams of data that once encircled the globe had vanished from the sky, having all crashed down in the first two days of the apocalypse. Sitting in the well appointed den, Greco had called it, the weight of the realization had begun to crush him. He had left with the intent to stop the Aethernet from falling, to scramble up whatever was left of the technolo

