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They took not everything, but each of a kind: one toaster, one television set, one of every variety of home and office computer. Nothing was spared this inventory of the town, not chairs or shoe polish or window shades; but special attention was devoted to technical devices, especially anything with a microchip or a memory.

It seemed to Calvin Shepperd, ex-charter pilot and watchful citizen —who made the trip to the food depot every three days because Sarah refused to suffer the indignity—that the soldiers must be taking all these objects to some gargantuan museum … a museum of notions and appliances, a kind of Noah’s ark of dry goods.

It was systematic looting, he thought, and it would take a while to complete, but eventually this work would be finished, the town would be cataloged and all its treasures itemized and locked away, and then… well, he couldn’t guess. He didn’t know what would happen then; he knew only that the idea of it filled him with dread.



On a cold morning late in the year, Linneth Stone gave Dex Graham a map packed in a cardboard tube.

He unrolled the document across the chipped Formica top of a table at Tucker’s. Tucker’s Restaurant had reopened in mid-October with the permission of the Bureau. The menu was limited to eggs, cheese, bread, coffee, milk reconstituted from powder, and a kind of chopped steak everyone had learned to avoid. Still, the opening had been a morale booster. Dex supposed it was meant to be.

Last night’s wet snow kept the breakfast trade at home. Dex and Linneth were alone in the diner. Linneth had disguised herself in a casual blouse and modest skirt, but she still looked odd here, Dex thought, misplaced in a vinyl booth. He tried to imagine what her natural setting would be. Someplace more dignified. Someplace with a carpet, not this peeling linoleum. Tablecloths, not Formica.

He used the salt, pepper, and sugar dispensers to peg down three corners of the map. Then he drew a breath and took his first comprehensive look at the new world.

The map shocked him, although he had anticipated much of what he saw. The shock came not from the novelty but the blunt declaration of it. The miraculous, in blue ink and fine print.

Linneth was patient while he stared. She said, “Tell me what strikes you.”

He put together his impressions. “The East is more crowded than the West.”

She nodded. “The East was settled first, of course. English and French colonies. All the old cities: Boston, Montmagny, Montreal, Manhattan. During the War of Brittany, the colonies declared their independence. The Republic was a consolidation of the fifteen eastern provinces. It expanded west as the aboriginals were killed or resettled. Obviously, a great deal of the Far West is still virgin land.”

He traced the blue snake of the Mississippi River from the province of Mille Lacs to the city of New Orleans. To the west was a grid of prairie and mountain provinces: Athabasca, Beausejour, Sioux, Colorado; Nahanni, Kootenay, Platte, Sierra Blanca, from the Beaufort Sea to the border of New Spain. New Spain was approximately Mexico, with a panhandle up the western coast as far as what would have been southern Oregon. There was no Canada. The Republic ruled everything north of the fortieth parallel.

“The Spanish lands are disputed, of course. The war.”

“The whole map is less crowded.” Cities were sparse even as far east as the Great Lakes. “What’s the population of the world?”

She frowned. “I remember reading the estimate. Two billion?”

“Where I come from, it was nearer six.”

“Oh? I wonder why?”

“I don’t know. The two histories must be fairly similar. We speak the same language, more or less, and I recognize some of these names. If our histories are like a tree—one branched left, one branched right —it might be useful to know where they divided.”

Linneth seemed to concentrate on the idea. It was new to her, Dex supposed. She hadn’t been raised on Star Trek, the “parallel world” as a place where Mr. Spock wears a beard.

“If the histories ‘branched,’ as you say, it must have happened a long time ago. The religions are different.”

“But there are still parallels. We both have a prominent Christianity, even though they’re different in detail.”

“Considerably. Before Calvary, then?”

“Or not long after. First century, second century, say. Before the Romans adopted Christianity. Before Constantine.”

Linneth blinked. “But they didn’t. The Romans, I mean. There were no Christian emperors.”

Charlie Tucker brought two plates of bread and cheese, for which Dc:: exchanged a handful of food coupons. Charlie gave Linneth a long look. He had heard her accent. He looked worried.

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