Richard and Jane strolled through a plaza while drinking their morning coffee.


    "Richard, let''s walk more."


    "Alright, Jane, but remember the alert."


    "Alert? I didn''t bring mine."


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    "You what? Jane, it starts at 8, and it''s 7:58 now. We''ll never make it."


    A voice echoed—"Warning AQ hazard, put on your respirators now."


    "Jane, use mine."


    "Richard, you can''t. The Wires."


    They came out in droves—nearly invisible, snake-like, slithering, screeching.


    "Jane, go home!"


    Richard fought as they crawled up his legs, covering his entire body.


    "Oh, no!" He uttered a muffled scream.


    Richard, encapsulated, awaited the alert to end.