The zombie apocalypse was over. We had lost. They said had we been able to collaborate better on the Internet, we might have prevailed.
Pounding on the bunker door grew louder. We had only a few minutes. There was room for one person in our time machine. We voted. I was bundled in, protesting.
My job now is to prevent my timeline from happening. I’m in the legal team at Amazon Web Services. I just edited the terms of service to explicitly permit zombie research.
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