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This is actually the way the world ends: An atomic attack on the deep ocean vent.  The goal was an old microbe—voracious enough to operate a vehicle the entire biosphere to extinction—and a number of amphibious people named rifters who’d unintentionally launched it from three million years of individual confinement. The ensuing tsunami killed millions.  It’s never as through there was an option: conserving the world reasons just about any level of security damage. Unless, obviously, you skip the target. Now Northern America’s west-coast lies in ruins.  An incredible number of refugees move around a mythological number inexplicably increased from the deep sea.  A world currently walking towards Fall hardly updates the spread of 1 more curse along its shores.  And hidden within the seething fast forward rainforest that use to be named Web, something huge and inhuman reaches out into a woman with vacant bright eyes and equipment in her chest.  A woman motivated by trend, and incubating Armageddon. Her title is Lenie Clarke.  She’s a rifter.  She’s not nearly as useless as everybody thinks. And the entire darn planet is collateral injury so far as she’s worried. . . .