how to stop an exploding man.
The papers read November 7th, 2006. The much anticipated New York congressional elections were underway as people all around the city were filing in lines, some staring with a bit of curiosity or trepidation at the new booths provided by one Daniel Linderman, a big name throughout the whole of New York, but one who came with his share of shadiness as well. Not every household trusted him, the most wary sticking in their apartments, offices, and classrooms, absentee ballots clutched in their hands, but the turnout was decent on the whole, the only event which seemed to set that day apart from most others in that gray city, skyscrapers stretching all the way up into the clouds above.
But, unknown to the general populace, there were a group of individuals scattered around the whole of the city, some whose faces were plastered on posters at every turn, others making it onto national television, and still more trying their best to avoid any detection altogether. And those individuals were special, the pinnacle of human evolution, some believed. Destined to do something great.
A hospice nurse.
A taxi driver.
A watchmaker.
A girl next door.
An office worker.
A policeman.
A socialite.
A soon-to-be Congressman for the 14th District.
A manager at a paper factory.
A cheerleader.
Heroes and villains.
This was their story.
But, unknown to the general populace, there were a group of individuals scattered around the whole of the city, some whose faces were plastered on posters at every turn, others making it onto national television, and still more trying their best to avoid any detection altogether. And those individuals were special, the pinnacle of human evolution, some believed. Destined to do something great.
A hospice nurse.
A taxi driver.
A watchmaker.
A girl next door.
An office worker.
A policeman.
A socialite.
A soon-to-be Congressman for the 14th District.
A manager at a paper factory.
A cheerleader.
Heroes and villains.
This was their story.