Steven Varnum

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Steven Varnum

Category Audiobooks
Language English (North American)
Voice Age Middle Aged (35-54)
Description This is book one of a three book series.
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
hang on, Scott said. Something doesn't make sense to me. If it were that bad, wouldn't we know it? I mean, people are heading down the lie on the beach. Most aren't even cutting their vacation short, much less panicking. People are going to work as they do every day. ****, we're sitting here having lunch at a restaurant. It can't be the apocalypse. We still have beer. Todd looked up. Scott, all those people on the beach are probably looking up at the worst serial killer in history. We all may have thought that when the **** hit the fan, we and everyone else would know it. In actuality, a series of cascading failures was always the worst case scenario. But people, government businesses, they don't want to think there's no tomorrow. Many of the leaders in government and industry are out there right now, trying to get everything fixed, patched up at least enough to avoid widespread panic. If this is the collapse, they lose everything. I'm not an alarmist, and I don't buy into the conspiracy theories that many dio I think if the media knew this it would be broadcasting it nonstop. I feel sure on the other hand that the government would prefer we not know the full extent of the damage and possibly stay calmer. Scott remember the BBC recording that seemed to say the same thing. My dad used to say The only time to really worry is if someone in authority tells you not to worry about, then the food came out looking good and smelling even better. The conversation died down. Is this unlikely group began to eat. As he looked around the table, Scott realized he found himself liking each of them. Todd had to be the oldest of the group, probably in his late forties, and Scott figured he was the youngest by a few years. They each seem like good people, but more than that, they seem to have common sense, something he valued greatly. They were also funny, irreverent even. But mainly they genuinely seemed like decent, hard working guys. He had withdrawn from society so much that sitting here talking with these three was a surreal moment. It wasn't that he hated people. He just generally liked it better when they weren't around. Strangely, he felt thes three would add to his life and quickly decided he wanted to stay on good terms with them. Looking up from his food, Todd said. Scott, you mentioned the Northeast was totally dark. Where did you hear that? Apparently, that had not been in any of the news reports. Most likely, there were no working ham radio broadcast coming out of those areas. Scott finished his bite and was about to dismiss it as hearsay instead of admitting how he knew, but then decided that since thes three of them had been open and honest with him, he should do the same. He told them about getting online early this morning, right after the power came on. Each of the guys look surprised. How did you do that? Bartos asked. We all tried, but nothing came up for us. I have top secret cyber ninja skills, Scott said, smiling. Actually, I just realized it might be possible to see what websites were still running in another less common way. He glanced up to see every I at the table on him. Scott went on to tell them the few other pieces of information he had gleaned from being online. None had heard of the space station disaster are most of the other news items he'd found, including the reports of celebration in the Middle East and the brief headline of the possible attacks on Israel. The lack of real information was immediate and potentially just as hard to handle as lack of fuel, food or water. Do you think you can pull up more websites? Get more details if the power comes back on? Todd asked. Hopefully. But the power and data feeds have to be on where the Web servers are as well, and I'll need tohave the actual I P addresses in my files police dry, said Bartos. We would all be thankful if you'd share with us whatever you find. Preacher Jack added. Tom looked at Scott squarely and said, I know we just met, but you strike me as a pretty smart guy. Let me ask you something, something we've all been asking ourselves. Assuming yesterday was the beginning of our end, our doomsday. What are the essential skills you have to survive