Wordcount: 136
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Boolean hope.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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The Best Of All Possible Worlds

There is no perfect world, they’ve learned that after opening door after door in the hopes that heaven would be on the other side.

Reality is not perfection and perfection is not reality. The closest that they come is Atlantis herself and she’s not much of a world or a life.

But some of them keeping looking, hovering on the edges of the city and checking each door as it opens. They still think that somewhere out there is a city and a civilization that will meet all the things on their good checklist and none of the things on the bad.

Atlantis would help them if she could, but she’s not programmed for those variables and lets them think she couldn’t do it even if she was.

It’s easier to tell them ‘no’ then ‘maybe’.