"I'm probably not gonna survive this." Is what I told Veronica. I didn't, both them and I got obliterated in the end. but what happened next was basically impossible. That didn't stop it from happening. I now live in a different universe, with a completely different body. But hey, just another day in the Wasteland, right?
(I'm not sure if I should give this story human tag, so I'll just keep it off.)