Dementia

Aren't you tired of taking notes?" Tom whispered. "Don't you see nothing Claire looked at him and in the corner of her sheet wrote: 1 run a program with these. I'm afraid we're approaching a critical tipping point that will trigger a grim reality. Tom said nothing but frowned. It was the first time Claire did not dare to speak openly. He wrote something on a piece of paper and slid it toward her. You're scaring me! What are you afraid of? On the same sheet, Claire wrote: We're already living the first part of an Orwellian reality and everyone whistles indifferently. As soon as Tom read it, Claire took the paper back and slipped it into her folder. For Tom, that was it. He could no longer folow what was being said. Even when their indicator lit up to speak, he let Claire handle everything. New York is collapsing, following like a dystopian domino al the cities of the globe. It's 2035. Epidemics and virus attacks have spiraled out of control, everyone looks at their neighbor with fear. What no one knows yet, however, is that the rain, due to its acidic nature, carries catastrophic infections. Outside a hospital on the north side of the city, stands an elderly woman, indifferent to the rain. The nurse passing by pays little attention. But when the woman colapses in the middle of the courtyard, the entire hospital machinery mobilizes, discovering strange marks on her body and a particular form of dementia...