Voicemail

[atreideslioness]

"You have reached the messaging service of Ghanima Atreides.  I am not in, obviously, so you'll need to leave a message at the tone.  I would apologize for the inconvenience, except that if you ask my brother, it was already pre-determined.  Leto is obviously no fun at parties."

*BEEEEP*

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[tyler_back]

Tony had been gone for ... a day? Two? Tyler had stopped paying attention to the exact date right about the time he woke up under a giant portrait of Justin Fucking Hammer. He checked the space where Tony's lab should have been, but it was not exactly the surprise of the year that was missing too.

A lot of things were missing.

Not Fight Club, though. From the number of bruises and bandages on the leftover people in this version of Malibu, that was going to last to the end of the world. That and cockroaches, the way Tyler figured it.

In the very end, it wasn't exactly Tyler who made his final phone call.

"Ghanima. Evil twin speaking," he said after that distant beep. "thought you might want to know -- I get to see the end of the world, and it's even more fucking beautiful than I ever imagined. It's not fire or ice. It's devouring us, and I can't wait."

The call ended there.

A few seconds or minutes or hours later, so did Tyler.