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SHAUN MASON
I love my brother. I love my job. I love the truth. So heres hoping no one ever makes me choose between them.
GEORGIA MASON
Somebody once asked me if I believed in God. It was probably the windup to some major proselytizing, but its a good question. Do I believe in God? That somebody made all this happen for a reason, that theres something waiting for us after we die? That theres a purpose to all this crap? I dont know. Id like to be able to say Yes, of course almost as much as Id like to be able to say Absolutely not, but theres evidence on both sides of the fence. Good people die for nothing, little kids go hungry, corrupt men hold positions of power, and horrible diseases go uncured. And I got Shaun, maybe the only person who could make it seem worthwhile to me. I got Shaun.
So, is there a God? Sorry to dodge the question, but I just dont know.
From Postcards from the Wall,
the unpublished files of Georgia Mason, April 17, 2040
Thirty
It took three months for the CDC to release Georgias ashes. It would normally have taken longer, given the way she died. Lucky me, my sister died an international celebrity. That sort of thing gets you friends in high places. Even inside the CDC itself, which has been preoccupied with internal reviews as it tries to find the source of Tates anonymous donors. When Dr. Wynne went to his superiors and petitioned them for the right to let us have Georgias ashes, they listened. Guess they didnt want to risk being our story of the week. No one does, these days. Thatll fade with timeMahir says were losing percentages daily, as people move on to newer thingsbut were always going to have a certain cachet after everything that went down. After the End Times: So dedicated to telling you what you need to hear that theyll die to do it. Id probably be a lot more disgusted by the whole thing if it werent for the part where it let us bring George home.
Dr. Wynne brought the box containing her ashes to me himself, accompanied by a fresh-faced, yellow-haired doctor I remembered from Memphis. Kelly Connolly. Shes the one who gave me the pile of cards, handwritten by CDC employees from all over the country, and said they had three more as large from the WHO and USAMRIID. Her eyes were red, like shed been crying. Buffy died, and we got accused of trying to hoax the world. George died, and that same world mourned with me. Maybe that should have been a comfort, but it wasnt. I didnt want the world to mourn. I just wanted George to come home.
She would have needed a forwarding address to find me. I came back from the campaign trail battered, exhausted, and ready to collapse, and discovered that home wasnt home anymore. My room was connected to Georges room, and George wasnt there. I kept finding myself standing in her room, not sure how I got there, waiting for her to start yelling at me and tell me to knock first. She never did, and so I started packing my things. I wanted to get away from the ghosts. And I wanted to get away from the Masons.
George died, and the world mourned with me, sure. All the world but them. Oh, they did the right things in public, said the right things, made the right gestures. Dad did a series of articles on personal versus public responsibility and kept invoking the heroic sacrifice of his beloved adopted daughter, like that somehow made his platitudes more relevant. Guess it did, because it got him the highest ratings hed had in years. George died a celebrity. Cant blame a man for capitalizing on that. Except for the part where I can. Oh, believe me, I can.
George and Ive had our last wills and testaments filed since before we were required to, and even though we both always assumed Id go first, we both still filed with predeceasement clauses. If I went first, she got everything I had, including intellectual property, published and unpublished. If she went first, I got the same. We both had to die before anyone else had a shot at our estates, and even then, we didnt leave them to the Masons. We left them to Buffy, and, in the event that she hadnt survived whatever event managed to kill us bothsince we always figured the only way wed die together was something like the van breaking down in the middle of an outbreakit all rolled to Mahir. Keep the site going. Keep the news in the right hands. The Masons havent been in the chain of inheritance since we were sixteen. Only they didnt seem to have realized that because I hadnt been home for three days before they started harassing me to sign over Georges unpublished files to them.
Its what she would have wanted, Dad said, doing his best to look solemn and wise. We can take care of things and leave you free to build a career of your own. She wouldnt have wanted you to put your life on hold to take care of what she left behind.
Youre one of the top Irwins in the world right now, Mom added. You can write your own ticket. Whatever you want to do, you can do it. I bet you could even get a pass to visit Yosemite
I know what she wanted, I said, and I left them sitting there at the kitchen table, not quite certain how theyd failed. I moved out the next morning. Two weeks couch-surfing with local bloggers who knew the score, and then I was in my own apartment. One bedroom, security controls so far out of date that the place would have been condemned if it hadnt been in such a well-certified hazard zone, and no ghosts or opportunistic parents waiting to ambush me in the halls. George followed me, of course, in the form of all her things, tucked into neat cardboard boxes by the movers that Id hired but shed never been there while she was alive, and so sometimes, I was able to forget she wasnt there anymore. For minutes at a time, even, it seemed like the world was the way it was supposed to be.
Doctors Wynne and Connolly cut the delivery of Georges ashes pretty close; they didnt bring them until the day before the funeral. I wouldnt have scheduled it at all, not until I had her back in hand and maybe had a little time to come to terms with things again, but circumstances didnt leave me much of a choice. It was the only day Senator Ryman could make it, and hed asked that we hold the service when he could attend. I might still have put it off, except for the part where our team couldnt come out of the field if the senatorwho was fighting, and apparently winning, an increasingly vicious battle for his political positionwas still out there. Magdalene, Becks, and Alaric deserved their chance to say good-bye to George, too. Especially since theyd taken over where she and I, and Buffy, had to leave off.
I love my brother. I love my job. I love the truth. So heres hoping no one ever makes me choose between them.
GEORGIA MASON
Somebody once asked me if I believed in God. It was probably the windup to some major proselytizing, but its a good question. Do I believe in God? That somebody made all this happen for a reason, that theres something waiting for us after we die? That theres a purpose to all this crap? I dont know. Id like to be able to say Yes, of course almost as much as Id like to be able to say Absolutely not, but theres evidence on both sides of the fence. Good people die for nothing, little kids go hungry, corrupt men hold positions of power, and horrible diseases go uncured. And I got Shaun, maybe the only person who could make it seem worthwhile to me. I got Shaun.
So, is there a God? Sorry to dodge the question, but I just dont know.
From Postcards from the Wall,
the unpublished files of Georgia Mason, April 17, 2040
Thirty
It took three months for the CDC to release Georgias ashes. It would normally have taken longer, given the way she died. Lucky me, my sister died an international celebrity. That sort of thing gets you friends in high places. Even inside the CDC itself, which has been preoccupied with internal reviews as it tries to find the source of Tates anonymous donors. When Dr. Wynne went to his superiors and petitioned them for the right to let us have Georgias ashes, they listened. Guess they didnt want to risk being our story of the week. No one does, these days. Thatll fade with timeMahir says were losing percentages daily, as people move on to newer thingsbut were always going to have a certain cachet after everything that went down. After the End Times: So dedicated to telling you what you need to hear that theyll die to do it. Id probably be a lot more disgusted by the whole thing if it werent for the part where it let us bring George home.
Dr. Wynne brought the box containing her ashes to me himself, accompanied by a fresh-faced, yellow-haired doctor I remembered from Memphis. Kelly Connolly. Shes the one who gave me the pile of cards, handwritten by CDC employees from all over the country, and said they had three more as large from the WHO and USAMRIID. Her eyes were red, like shed been crying. Buffy died, and we got accused of trying to hoax the world. George died, and that same world mourned with me. Maybe that should have been a comfort, but it wasnt. I didnt want the world to mourn. I just wanted George to come home.
She would have needed a forwarding address to find me. I came back from the campaign trail battered, exhausted, and ready to collapse, and discovered that home wasnt home anymore. My room was connected to Georges room, and George wasnt there. I kept finding myself standing in her room, not sure how I got there, waiting for her to start yelling at me and tell me to knock first. She never did, and so I started packing my things. I wanted to get away from the ghosts. And I wanted to get away from the Masons.
George died, and the world mourned with me, sure. All the world but them. Oh, they did the right things in public, said the right things, made the right gestures. Dad did a series of articles on personal versus public responsibility and kept invoking the heroic sacrifice of his beloved adopted daughter, like that somehow made his platitudes more relevant. Guess it did, because it got him the highest ratings hed had in years. George died a celebrity. Cant blame a man for capitalizing on that. Except for the part where I can. Oh, believe me, I can.
George and Ive had our last wills and testaments filed since before we were required to, and even though we both always assumed Id go first, we both still filed with predeceasement clauses. If I went first, she got everything I had, including intellectual property, published and unpublished. If she went first, I got the same. We both had to die before anyone else had a shot at our estates, and even then, we didnt leave them to the Masons. We left them to Buffy, and, in the event that she hadnt survived whatever event managed to kill us bothsince we always figured the only way wed die together was something like the van breaking down in the middle of an outbreakit all rolled to Mahir. Keep the site going. Keep the news in the right hands. The Masons havent been in the chain of inheritance since we were sixteen. Only they didnt seem to have realized that because I hadnt been home for three days before they started harassing me to sign over Georges unpublished files to them.
Its what she would have wanted, Dad said, doing his best to look solemn and wise. We can take care of things and leave you free to build a career of your own. She wouldnt have wanted you to put your life on hold to take care of what she left behind.
Youre one of the top Irwins in the world right now, Mom added. You can write your own ticket. Whatever you want to do, you can do it. I bet you could even get a pass to visit Yosemite
I know what she wanted, I said, and I left them sitting there at the kitchen table, not quite certain how theyd failed. I moved out the next morning. Two weeks couch-surfing with local bloggers who knew the score, and then I was in my own apartment. One bedroom, security controls so far out of date that the place would have been condemned if it hadnt been in such a well-certified hazard zone, and no ghosts or opportunistic parents waiting to ambush me in the halls. George followed me, of course, in the form of all her things, tucked into neat cardboard boxes by the movers that Id hired but shed never been there while she was alive, and so sometimes, I was able to forget she wasnt there anymore. For minutes at a time, even, it seemed like the world was the way it was supposed to be.
Doctors Wynne and Connolly cut the delivery of Georges ashes pretty close; they didnt bring them until the day before the funeral. I wouldnt have scheduled it at all, not until I had her back in hand and maybe had a little time to come to terms with things again, but circumstances didnt leave me much of a choice. It was the only day Senator Ryman could make it, and hed asked that we hold the service when he could attend. I might still have put it off, except for the part where our team couldnt come out of the field if the senatorwho was fighting, and apparently winning, an increasingly vicious battle for his political positionwas still out there. Magdalene, Becks, and Alaric deserved their chance to say good-bye to George, too. Especially since theyd taken over where she and I, and Buffy, had to leave off.
