And even this, helping people here, striving to help my dad, wasn’t the extent of my responsibility. I selected Sierra from my contact list and called her, trusting my bugs to give me a sense of anything I might run into or trip over while my eyes were on the screen.
Probably good to warn them too, yeah.
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
“Hospital with my parents and Bryce. You said I could have the night off, that you’d be busy.”
Ah shit.
Hospitals.
Full of people who can’t easily move to cover. Even more importantly, full of glass, in windows and otherwise, a lot of it in devices people need to live and in monitors right next to their beds.
And if Shatterbird’s power really does work on all silicon, then integrated circuits – essential to a lot of modern technology – likely won’t fare well either, breaking many of the devices that could survive glass exploding.
There is a good chance Sierra’s parents won’t make it, among countless others.
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