Summary: Avada Kedavra.
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.
Two Plus Two Is Apple
The City is a creature of logic, of yes and no, of ones and zeroes. She has no room in her calculations for maybes and might-haves, there are shades of gray, but they are all distinct set values and she sees everything in a way no one else can understand.
Except for Gray.
Wendy might have driven them to this, White might have convinced her that this was the best of all possible choices, but only Gray can stand here on the edge of the tipping point and tell the City what to do.
Gray was Atlantis once. In another timeline, in another set of dreams that were never real, she was the City and she is the City and Atlantis can’t tell her no.
All of the doors in Atlantis slam shut.