This is the way the world ends:
It’s an election year in the United States of America. The eastern seaboard hums with the typical activities, the population mopping their brows as October finally takes the edge off a hotter, and longer, than average summer.In Boston, 19-year-old college student Ashlyn Mae Chandler is ahead in her vocal performance undergraduate program, having stayed summers in Massachusetts to study rather than returning to her native London. In New York, her best friend Rowan Leigh Mills plods toward a degree in computer science at a more grudging pace, juggling school with the typical distractions of a young man just past his 20th birthday and the endeavor to get a foot in the door of the industrial music scene as a DJ.
Meanwhile, to much less national attention than the presidential race, Toronto-based Aeon Biomedical Technologies prepares to attend a yearly emergent technology conference in Manhattan. Aeon is the star in the lineup’s crown. At the conference, they will unveil a nanotech protocol that promises to change the face of medicine: a better road to dangerous invasive procedures as well as treatment of debilitating and terminal conditions. Testing in chimpanzees has shown nothing short of miraculous results, and for the New York convention, they will be introducing audiences in the states and around the world to the first human patient.It’s radical, and Aeon is braced for the backlash of the morally anxious, but she’s desperately ill, and without the small hope of this experimental treatment, her parents know beyond doubt that she will die.
Initial preparation for treatment is going well, and everything appears to be proceeding precisely according to plan.
It's just another average Saturday morning in New York City. Rowan Mills and his best friend, Ashlyn Chandler -- visiting from her university in Boston -- crashed late and a little drunk on the cheap, shitty bed in his cheap, shitty basement apartment while his cheap -- albeit, not shitty -- roommate Jason Ortham went out for a much more colorful night of clubbing. As far as they knew, that night had been unexceptional: torrented horror films, Mario Kart, and the latest tracks developed in Rowan's solo EBM project, Involuntary Machine.
They didn't know what was happening at Javitz.
Ghosts in an Altered State
Though he'd driven the route dozens of times in the borderless hours of the night, the road between New York City and Emmetsburg, Maryland had never stretched so long. But half a tank of fuel would get them out of the city, and at that moment, neither Rowan nor Ashlyn could think of too much beyond that.