I lied. That asteroid was never going to hit earth. Or cyborgs. Made that up too. Pretty good, huh? That stuff sells. Besides, I know we have a whole department of the Space Force looking for asteroids. I saw a bit on the evening news about the heroes keeping our skies safe. They called themselves “The Homo-Spacians.” They interviewed a general and in not so many words he said the minute we see one its blamo! We’re going to nuke that bitch. Turns out it was a good idea to keep all those nukes after all. That’s a win for Bush One and Gorbi. 

I know the system works because the last asteroid that thought it could pockmark earth—the one I lied about—got blasted all to hell. Dan and I watched them nuke it, the remnants raining down all night in green and orange ribbons, tying together in neat little neon bows. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Dan took my hand as we laid on the grass and I knew at that moment, there under the falling sky, we would never be safe.

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