The corporate headquarters of Zenith Corporation in Silicon Valley was a sprawling, ultra-modern campus of curved glass and white concrete, designed to project an image of pristine, futuristic innovation. But on the morning of Day Six, it resembled a sinking ship whose crew had already begun to cannibalize one another.
The heavy, soundproof glass doors of Victor Sterling’s executive suite could not entirely muffle the chaotic symphony of destruction occurring outside. The continuous, agonizing hum of industrial paper shredders vibrated through the floorboards. Telephones rang incessantly, a relentless chorus of panicked investors, furious health syndicates, and federal regulators demanding answers.
Victor Sterling stood by the window, staring down at the sprawling courtyard of his campus
