Vuud and I considered this. "It seems to me that you might have come out after the war ended, at least after some years after."
"You would certainly think so, and I'm sure we would have. But after they came down and watched and listened for the last of the sounds of the incredible bio-, chemical, and fission blasts, suddenly a great flood of water gushed down the entrance hole, carrying away a number of those souls. We assume that some of the last explosions altered a water course and turned what had been our gentle creek into this river. It pours water, fish, nutrients, life down to us, but has kept us bottled up with that ragingwaterfall that you experienced.
"Why can't you just follow the river out-go along with it downstream?" I asked.
"What is your name?" the woman asked.
"I'm M
