I'll go back to ThinkTech. There's global connections and we are talking with Russell Anma this morning about the G7 in Hiroshima. And we're going to hear about the plans for it and the aspirations for the economic framework for Indo-Pacific. Welcome to the show, Russell. Nice to have you here. You've been on ThinkTech so many times. We've learned so much about foreign policy, especially economic foreign policy. Welcome aboard. Thank you, Jay. Thank you for inviting me today. I know this is an important subject regarding what's happening in the G summit meeting in Hiroshima, Japan right now. And as you know, the meeting already started and President Joe Biden already had a bilateral meeting with Prime Minister Kishida. And right after that, they followed with the Quad meeting Australia Prime Ministers there, India's Prime Ministers there. And since we invited South Korea as well, Vietnam and Australia Prime Ministers. So they're having this Quad meeting there to discuss that, in guiding to the Indo-Pacific region for the South Pacific Sea. And basically this G7 summit is really crucial and very important in terms of worldwide policy to bring peace and security. Because we don't want to create a World War III. And as you know, the situation has changed with the situation in the Ukraine war and Russian aggression. And the same thing with China's aggression. Matter of fact, yesterday, the U.S. Congress had a special hearing regarding to the aggression of China. So everybody's more concerned what's happening geopolitically and global-wise. Oh, these are exciting times. Now, Joe Biden canceled part of his trip. What part did he cancel and why? And how does that affect the meeting? I think prior to that, he wanted to go back to Washington D.C. for the U.S. Congressional hearing regarding our national deficit, increasing the deficit ceiling for a budget. So I think he cut the plan short. He was going to visit, I believe, Australia and Papua New Guinea after that. So basically, so he's just going to stay for the G7 summit meeting. And basically, since the European Union leaders are there also, so if they can come up with some kind of consensus so that everybody's on the same page where we can move forward. And I know that United States is hosting the APEC conference this year. In November, it's going to be the leaders and the CEO summit. And the summer in August, they're going to have the minister in the U.S. senior official meeting. And they're going to have the woman in empowerment and economic forum based on indigenous people that includes Native Hawaiians, Pacific Islanders, Eskimos, Native Indians. So they can talk about the Native indigenous Americans that based on what we have in history for United States. So I think it's going to be a good APEC conference coming up after this G7 summit. So we can move forward with President Joe Biden's economic framework for Indo-Pacific region, which is similar to what we try to do with TPEC, Trans-Pacific Partnership. And since we pulled out when our past president, Donald Trump, wanted to focus more on the bilateral status. So we pulled out it from the TPEC, but we wanted to rejoin the comprehensive progressive TPP. And now with the new administration, I guess we're going to call it economic framework for Indo-Pacific, but they're basically the same members with the TPP. Plus, we got India and Fiji involved with the economic framework. So whoever wants to be part of our economic framework is welcome to join us. And I think that's what President Joe Biden wants to relay that to the leaders. And who are the seven and G7? G7 is basically that was formulated in 1970s when there was a lot of turmoil with oil shock and everything and what was going on. Includes England, France, Britain, Italy, United States, Canada. And so basically they're in Germany and they're the power nation in Japan. And this year, I guess, Japan is hosting the G7 summit. Last year was in Munich in Germany. So I think it's given everybody a global voice of concern for the leaders to kind of literate what's going on in the global affairs right now. So I think it's a good thing that they're getting together. And I'm glad they did invite countries like South Korea, India, Australia and Vietnam and the European Union to join in this meeting. So it's basically, I guess they wanted to see which direction they want to go in cause of the Ukraine war with the Russian invasion and aggression that we've seen in China with the South China Seas and all that trade concerns that we have that with China and the Manman Island and so called there nine dash nine boundary issues that needs to be resolved and based on United Nations freedom of navigation and a lot of the sea. So those kind of issues has to be addressed. And even with the situation with the North Korea when Timon Eun's regime and coming up with the plastic missiles, getting the technology and they're scaring everybody who are around the Korean peninsula, especially last month, they shot one over Hokkaido, Northern Japan. So that kind of triggered alarm system for them. And that kind of scared worried Japanese national. So that is a big concern also. Yeah. So not too long ago, the G20 met, I think it met in India, no? What's the relationship of the G20 and the G7? Actually, the G7 is the top seven countries in the world. Like that has, they're more of the superpower countries. And the G20 is the 20 countries. So India is a member in the top 20. Hopefully we're wondering in the future, maybe India or if China gets their act together, they can join the G8 just like Russia, Russian Federation was part of the G8. And what happened was because of the situation, the primary and the invasion, you know, back in 19, 2013, with the invasion of primary, the G7 leaders decided to get Russia out. And that's when Vladimir Putin was still the president. And so actually Russia was kicked out of the G8 and now it's still G7. So what, you know, you talk about an economic framework and it sounds like this is a core point. I mean, there are a lot of issues you identified some and they're really important global issues, geopolitical issues, issues that will define the future of the world really. But what is the quote economic framework? What is that? And how do you make an economic framework? Actually, it's basically we wanted to coordinate everybody who's in the economic framework for Asia in the Pacific region to understand, have a free trade, free, more like in terms of moving goods and services cooperation, having a communication for security, bringing peace to the region and prosperity and unity actually is a voice of concern for unity so that everybody can be on the same page and kind of move forward. And it is based on democracy. And so we can move from that kind of direction. And it's based on the world order, the liberal world order. And it is not based on invading your neighbors. So I get the feeling that one of the threads in the G7 meeting is what to do about Russia, what to do about its invasion and aggression on Ukraine and its threat to Western Europe. I expect there'll be plenty of discussion about that because all the countries in the G7 that you identified would be concerned about that. Am I right? Yeah, exactly. It's not only the G7, but I'm talking about in terms of Europe too with the European Union and England because even with the Brexit, they're still part of European Union and they're still doing their everyday business with them and they're part of the European culture and union. So they understand that and they're still moving forward with positivity. And hopefully my long-range plan when I've been planning a strategic business plan for APEC for Indo-Pacific region was I wanted to bring European Union and APEC organization, which European Union has 28 countries plus Brexit and APEC has 21 countries and we want to include India hopefully for this upcoming APEC conference in San Francisco. We can announce that India can be one of the members, be the 22nd member of APEC and move on that way and so that we want to bring the idea of having Europe and Asia kind of work together on the One Built One Road Initiative, what China was trying to push and hopefully the organization can do it in a fair way and according to the rule of law, the international rule of law. So small countries can work with the big countries, so the small countries, the developing countries can benefit and get equal share of the Europe versus Asia, the infrastructure development, moving goods and services, those kind of aspects. And I think it's a better meant for the humanity in the future. I think in the long range, maybe it might take 50 years from now, but we will see a peaceful One Built One Road Initiative, the old Silk Road trade that China had in the back when Chinggis Khan actually built the Silk Road back in the 13th century, where he was terrorizing the Asian regions and bringing trade to the east and the west. But those kind of aspects are going to have to be brought up again and hopefully in the future we can have a peaceful way of, so there isn't any prejudices or they can move on and it's a better meant for the humanity. And I think Europeans understand that and I think the agents are realizing that too. And maybe the United States can be the intermediator to relay those messages and I think that's what's happening in the G7 summit, meaning that when we get into the west country, the European Union, who believes in the free trade and free democracy, that they can bring in those kind of good things to happen. That's why- That's right. Oh, good. We're talking about achieving a lasting peace. We're talking about achieving a better global economy. We're talking about prosperity essentially everywhere. These are pretty lofty goals. How much does the U.S. bring to that in these times? We have a divided Congress. We have a divided country. We have people in the Congress who oppose these things or who don't care about these things. Does Joe Biden have a full portfolio go to these meetings? Does he speak with enough authority to make a difference? Does the divided aspect in Congress and the country undermine that authority? I know that's a hard question, but I would like your thoughts about it, Russell. Well, if you think back, backtrack it, I know when they had the last G7 in Munich, Germany, I think they pledged roughly $600 billion for this helping out infrastructure development project. Try to work with the developing nation so the world leaders can make a significant difference in terms of worldwide or in terms of globalization kind of concept. I think that's a start. It's part of getting everybody in the same page to realize what the consequences are. I think those countries have their domestic policies. They got to meet the fiscal and monetary policy and hopefully balance the budget. They got to pay services to take care of their people and do their domestic demand at home. If that feels good and they can do overseas and invest in overseas, right now only the developing nations, superpower countries can do that. Hopefully we want the developing nations, the G20 and all those other countries to realize that what the global leaders are trying to do right now. Hopefully the congressional side can look at the picture. We're always debating between the Republicans and Democrats. It's we're always finding cats and dogs in the US Congress, but that's the things that they do over there. From there, they're trying to iron out policies. Democrats and Republicans got to think we're all Americans. We got to do what's right for be a global leader again. Hopefully we can move forward that way and share our knowledge and share information abroad because everybody wants to come to the United States and want to trade and do business. We have pros and cons here, but hey, in terms of business and quality of life, United States got a lot to offer and we've been doing that for a century already. Hopefully that we can put everybody in the global aspect and be fair. We want our partners, our allies and friends to realize that the United States is here to stay and we are willing to work with you in a global aspect. That's what Joe Biden sees, because he's been doing foreign policy. He's a specialist and ever since he was a congressman, he's been a state senator and now he's a US president. I think he's got a lot of wisdom and knowledge, so he foresees that. I respect him for his vision and I would like to move forward with his vision as well and hopefully bring back the United States as a global leader again. Very noble thought, very important thought. So many international issues. The world is all interdependent whether we like it or not. This is good for his campaign to take the fore on international meetings like this. You name the five or six of them altogether. It's quite a few of them. To make that his pivot, if you will, make that an important point. In the domestic politics, there's a lot of argument about domestic issues, but I believe it's very good for him to discuss international issues. It's another part of his appeal to America, as you say, to come together. So question, we have immigration issues. Immigration issues are not only in Latin America and on our southern border. Immigration issues are in Europe and perhaps in a number of places around the world. And people are suffering. That's why they migrate. And what about this conference and the other conferences you mentioned? Do they address human flow and the migration of people sometimes voluntary, but often involuntary around the world? Is this a subject on the agenda? That's a good point there, Jay. I haven't seen the actual agenda, but that's a big concern that we have in terms of immigration. I'm sure that the Europeans see that as well, that's seen a migration. All these people want to come into Europe, especially with Ukraine and what's happening with the war over there. So I know that Europeans has welcomed all these Ukrainian immigrants crossing the border, especially Poland, because Poland seeing what happened with the Cold War. So now they're willing to give back and support their neighbors. And I'm glad that all these European countries have stepped up to the plate. And as well, we've been having a lot of Ukrainian immigrants come to United States, especially if they have family here. But even with the situation in Latin America, I know that the immigration that Donald Trump had, I forgot the exact name, they call it, but the act has expired. So there's all these immigration people waiting in the borderline to be processed so they can come up with their sanctuary over here in the United States and come in that way, especially with families. So I think we're trying to open up the border now and hopefully if we can build some kind of infrastructure to have the housing for these kind of people and create jobs for them. And since they'll be having the English as their second language, so they got to kind of blend into our system here and in the way of our life. And I'm sure that, you know, we're an immigrant state, so we all been doing this for the past generations. And we welcome immigrants because they come up with new ideas. They work hard and the jobs that we don't want to do, they're going to be willing to do it and build their family, especially the first generation. And the second generation is going to get better off and get educated and they're going to go off and get their college degrees and be a good law abiding citizen and contributing citizens for our United States. I see that. I see that with the Asian immigrants already. So, you know, I have no problem with that. And one other issue I think, if you went to UH on the Minoa campus and you talked to the journalism program in the School of Communication there, and you asked them what the most important global story was in our lifetime, they would tell you without hesitation, the most important story is climate change, because it's existential. And I know there are a lot of meetings around the world, a lot of organizations that are trying hard, you know, to respond to climate change. But I wonder in all the meetings you've mentioned, especially in the G7 coming up in Hiroshima, whether that is on the agenda, because that is a very important issue for all of us. Yeah, definitely, Jay. That is part of the agenda. It's just that we've just been diverted in terms of because of the crisis that we had with the war in Ukraine and China's aggression there. But there's ministers that of energy are getting together and they're talking about the sustainability to put it into their economic plan. Remember that United Nations 17STG, the sustainability goals that they had to put in that came out. I'm sure they're incorporating some of those 17STGs in there. And that's what we did in the state of Hawaii. We passed a bill. As a matter of fact, I testified and I wrote those kind of measures and we have it put in into the state plan. And in terms of coding effects, we put those 17 United Nations sustainability development goals into our state plan. So that kind of brings up the Paris Agreement having a long range. By year 2045, we should be fossil free. And even in Detroit, there are three automakers. They're all into electric cars now. The EVs are coming out and we want to promote more of a sustainability, an alternative energy source and all that. So it's working. It takes time. It doesn't happen overnight. But our long-range plans are being administered with our short-range plans. So it's kind of moving forward in that direction. And I think other developing nations are moving forward in that sense. And the G7 is a good platform to address that and refocus again. Russell, you drafted the APEC master plan for the APEC that was conducted a few years ago here in Hawaii, which has long legs because APEC will continue around the various member nations for the foreseeable future. So I wonder about the relationship of APEC, the APEC plan, and Hawaii in the G7. What kind of representation will we have? What kind of input will we have? What kind of interest do we have in the G7 meeting? Oh, yeah. Good thing you asked me, Jay. I know this is a high-caliber meeting. I know we're only the 50th State in the Union, but we do have a voice of concern. And I've been kind of drafting all these strategic business plans for the past one. We hosted a 2011 APEC Connoiter Conference when President Barack Obama was the President back then. And we wanted the East West Center to be the focal point. And we had headquarters there, matter of fact. And I was kind of working with the East West Center and promoting this warm up running in the airplane as a security measure, because I was with the Airship Management Services back then. But we did like Fuji film, airplane, we did McDonald's, we did quite a lot. It's just somewhat like a good airplane, but we did the Olympics too on that one. So anyways, that got me started with the APEC. And I got involved with the APEC Business Advisory Council when we hosted the 2011. And I drafted a comment kind of paper regarding to large enterprise, should work with small and medium enterprise so they can work out the supply chain issues. And that is a big concern with the G7 Summit, the supply chain issues right now, because we don't want to rely on China alone. And Japan is bringing up artificial intelligence issues. And hopefully that was a good thing because last year we just came out with the Chips and Science Act, which we're going to spend roughly about $260 billion invested. And out of that, $200 billion is going to go into research and development for the STEM projects. And other 60 million to be allocated to other agencies so they can look into cyber spacing, security measures, other intellectual artificial intelligence STEM projects that we can move forward with. So that is a good thing. And another thing is we want to bring up manufacturing for Intel semiconductors, chips like that, that's high caliber chips that we need for supercomputers and all that. So basically we want to bring manufacturing back to the United States. We don't want to rely on China alone. So that's a sticking point too, because we've got Taiwan there and Japan wants to come up with their own. They're bringing back their manufacturing of microchips and capabilities. But we want to work for Japan as well. And United States is going to want to remember back in the 70s, I recall, when Silicon Valley, when IBM was dominated at 64 RAM chips. And a lot of them were manufactured in Japan. IBM Japan controlled like 60% of the 64 RAM chips in the 70s and 80s. And those are needed for those 286 computers, 390s of clone computers that came out back in there. And before Microsoft came up with the dots functions and all those kind of things. But anyways, Apple came up with their own Macintosh. But we needed those 64K RAM chips and a lot of them were controlled by Japan. And if Japan was, we had a trade war with Japan back then. So they're controlling the chips. And so we decided to manufacture our own chips in terms of supply chain issues. So same things happening right now with China. And they're controlling everything. So we've got to bring back our capabilities back again. And I think this economic framework plan is calling for bringing manufacturing back for the chips and science app. So which is good. Good sign. You know, although you come on ThinkTech and talk about these meetings, I'm not sure they're getting enough pressed in the American press or in the Hawaii press. What is your advice to the media about whether they should cover this and how deeply they should cover these meetings and the discussions that take place between the leaders of state at these meetings? After all, you know, if you have meetings and you have countries talking to each other, you reduce the likelihood of aggression and war. And so whatever the conversations are, human beings, the countries, the leaders of countries getting together and expressing themselves in these meetings and rubbing shoulders and having social engagement in these meetings to me is always a good thing. But my question to you is, what can we do about passing the word, making people more familiar, more aware of the meetings and what goes on at the meetings and what the meetings hope to achieve? I know it's happening. Good thing you asked me that question though, but it's how the media portrays it on the reporters. It's how the consumers or the general public sees it. They're not a news people like we are. We're not up on top of the global issues of what's happening locally and we're not into the news. Most people are so busy occupied with their job, taking care of their families. They got their own personal problems or they got other daily chores. If they have time and leisure or economically stable, they're well off, then they can look into that. But I hope in terms of educating how the TV portrays it, the reporters, and I remember that one about two weeks ago when King Charles had his coronation in England, that took up the whole worldwide kind of dominance in terms of media coverage. In terms of APEC, I hope the same thing kind of coverage does happen, but I think in terms it's a scope of how the TV reporters and the media, the program directors, how they see it and how they're going to air it or not. It's a matter of interest and right now it's a geopolitical kind of issues. Every country is taking up what's happening and if it's going to affect their country or not or in terms of their business or the quality of life. I think that's a big issue. To me, I'm bringing this up because I want the audience to know this is what's happening. I hope it doesn't create a World War III because of what's happening with the situation. To me, what's happening is they're breaking up factions of countries because we have our G7 with the West country, the European Union, and the Russia and China have the BRICS nation, Brazil, Russia, India, South Africa, and they formulate an agent infrastructure investment bank. Remember that was established in about 2016, about that time when they formulate the BRICS nation. They got together in 2016 Olympics in Brazil and those leaders, the BRICS nation leaders got together on the slime land and came up with this BRICS nation kind of coalition so they can go against the West, go against America in terms of the US and the European Union's dominance in terms of trade and commerce. A lot of countries that wasn't too happy with what's happening with the West countries. In terms of dollar currency, China now wants to use UN as their dominant currency. The BRICS nation is trying to push for that and hopefully they got Iran and Saudi Arabia involved with it. That's why in terms of G7 country, we invited India, Vietnam as well as South Korea and Brazil is kind of sitting, but we want them to not go towards China and Russia. The geopolitical system is kind of shifting right now. We want to make sure that there's no ramification, they don't regret what's going to happen. We don't want to create this kind of amosity among the world dominance in terms of global policy right now, but that's what's being brought up in the G7 right now. This is going to happen. This is direction it's going to take. Other side, Russia and China and your partners and allies and friends, that's what the BRICS nation with. That's what they wanted to do, but now we have China coming, I mean India with us again with the G7 summit. President Modi has to kind of look into those kind of pro and con side because we want India to be on our side with the West. It is very important in this issue. How can we learn more about this? I know you wrote a newsletter. You should talk about that. Maybe there are sources, websites and the like that people should look at so that they can know more and follow the action on these international meetings. Yeah, definitely. I think in terms of Think Tech Kauai show, I know we're so diversified in so much knowledge and we have so much intelligent people in Hawaii that are in terms of globally, in terms of issues that know, domestic issues as well. So they focus on speciality and in terms of our conversation we have with the global connection, that's our speciality. I think what the global audience, when they look at the Think Tech Kauai shows, they have to pick and choose because we're so, we make so many shows every day throughout the years. I'm sure Jay, you're so busy there. I think in terms of we're kind of overwhelming, I would say, our Think Tech Kauai shows and because we got a lot of knowledge and wisdom that people live in Hawaii. So that's what showcases us. We're a special island here. So thank you, Russell. Russell Hanma, the draftman of the APEC master plan here in Hawaii and somebody who follows these international meetings every single time and comes and reports to us about it. Thank you so much, Russell. Thank you, Jay. It was a nice talk. I just wanted to share this, since this is an important time what's happening in the G7 summit in Hiroshima, Japan. Aloha. Aloha, thank you very much. Thank you so much for watching Think Tech Hawaii. If you like what we do, please like us and click the subscribe button on YouTube and the follow button on Vimeo. You can also follow us on Facebook, Instagram and LinkedIn and donate to us at ThinkTechHawaii.com. Mahalo.


It was supposed to be such an uneventful day, but overhead the clouds churned and plotted. Rebecca Madison saw, and she heard, the roaring of the wind against her car, but she didn't care. It was warm inside, so what did the fierce cold outside have to do with her? It didn't matter. There were only two things that mattered to Rebecca in that moment. The first was the clock, and the numbers on it, 746 it read. It was 746 on a Monday morning, and she needed to be at her desk at SMC, a pneumatics manufacturer, by 8 o'clock. Her drive had another 15 minutes to go, at least, and that was hoping against all odds that she could hit every green light. She knew that wouldn't happen, but she didn't worry about it just yet. She was still far in the country. The road before and behind her was empty. She pushed the speedometer from 65 to 70 miles per hour. She worked relations. Not glamorous, but it was all she had, and she was damn good at it. Lately, however, she'd been pushing her luck. She'd made arriving late a bad habit. Well, it's easy when it's never noticed. It wasn't consistent, not every day, but at least twice a week she slipped in under the bell. The game had changed when her supervisor noticed, and since their little talk last week, everything got more complicated. Everything was too complicated as of late. That was thanks majorly to her other concern back home. Her mother, Rebecca, had never married. She lived alone for many years, and that was perfect. She thought it would be no hassle at all when she asked her mother to move in with her. It had been right after her father died, and she couldn't bear the thought of her mother alone. No home besides hers would do. As the years went by, she started to wonder if it had been worth it.  Rebecca saw that every morning. The only issue was that her mother could no longer retain that spark. Her mother had fallen prey to Sundowner's syndrome.  But come night, the very sight of her was more than disheartening. It was nearly unbearable. Rebecca didn't want to use the word, but it was an annoyance. That's why Rebecca always ran so late. She enjoyed seeing her mother in the morning, dreading the state she'd come home to find her in, and there was so much to manage. She had to lock doors and hide keys so she wouldn't wander outside. There were so many medications. She had to help her to the bathroom and get her dressed. She promised her she'd never put her in a home, and now that promise was more solidified than ever. Rebecca knew that she would never see her mom in the mornings again if she was to do that. It was hard, but Rebecca and her mother did their best. She was determined to do so for as long as they had left. The thought came to her that morning, as it did every morning. She should call her mother, talk to her just for a little bit longer before the day ruined her. That's all she'd need. Her mother didn't need to be physically strong to help lift the weight of depression from her shoulders. But as she reached for her purse, she realized that her phone had never left the bedside that morning. It had been neglected in her panic to get out the door. It made her eyes tear up with frustration, rather than sadness. All she could do was sit in the white noise of the radio and watch the endless fields of dead corn roll by. She pushed the speedometer again up to 75, and the radio came to the forefront of her mind. Her ear clung to it out of the blue, but honestly, she didn't hear it. Still are unsure of the scope of the event. All that's known at this time is that the Chinese government has declared a state of national emergency. At the moment, China has released no official details of the events that have transpired over the last 24 hours, and they have ignored all of the UN's offers to assist them. No sources yet have been able to confirm any further details, as communication with the troubled nation has grown difficult, with many intelligent satellites showing major power outages within the nation's borders. An abundance of rumors, however, have started circulating around that stretch from incredibly believable to the utterly improbable. While the intelligence community has flat-out denied a majority of these rumors, it's hard not to notice that a lot of them sound incredibly similar to ones that started circulating just last week about Somalia, where... Rebecca turned the radio from AM to FM. She was in no mood for news that morning. She preferred music. She allowed herself to get lost in it. The country's song fit to her surroundings like a puzzle piece. A silo grew closer on her right-hand side, a picturesque farmhouse nestled right beside it. And on the left, she spotted an older, blue-forward pickup coming towards her carrying a horse trailer. The sights of Ohio. 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Everything came to stop, except for her heart. It was pounding faster than it had in nearly five years. She remembered the truck, but about ten seconds too late had it still been an issue. Fortunately, it was no longer an issue. The man driving the truck had managed to stop about two car lengths away. He was already on foot, and he was almost to her door. The knock of his knuckle on the glass brought her back to reality. Hey, miss! He asked, concerned. You all right? She eyed the older man. He was as thin as a twig, with a bushy mustache and a sun-dried face. His eyes squinted down at her, as she nodded her head in affirmation. He nodded his back. My phone's in the truck, hold tight, I'll be right back. With that, he turned and hustled back to his truck's cab. As he searched, she relieved herself of her seatbelt. She felt like she'd been punched in the chest by a gorilla. Her head was heavy. She realized she was dizzy, as she took that first step out of the car. It was like she was walking on jelly. Gripping the door with white knuckles, she fought against the fierce wind. It threatened to at least knock her on her ass, if not carry her away altogether. She closed her eyes, held on, and took several deep breaths. It would have helped her calm down a great deal, had the old farmer not accidentally startled her when he returned. He must have seen it in her eyes because he quickly apologized. Sorry, sorry. You sure you're okay? Yes, she said, trying to convince herself more than him. I'm fine. Are you okay? I'm so sorry that I spooked your horses. I stopped in plenty of time, Miss, and it's an empty trailer. Horses are about 10 miles down the road. It's okay. Your tire blow out? She wasn't too sure. Everything was still spinning. I think so. Shit, I hope not, though. I don't have a spare. It's okay, Miss. The farmer chuckled as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Everything is gonna be just fine. Let's go check out the damage. He was very kind to her. The farmer cautiously and supportively guided her by the arm, making sure to correct her every sway. They took their time as they moved around the front of the car. Sure enough, when they reached the right front wheel, there was nothing left on the rim. The rubber had been shredded. It looked like she'd driven it over a field of razor wire. Whoa, the farmer said. Yeah, your tire's seen some better days, I reckon. Shaking her head in disbelief, Rebecca felt like vomiting. The wind continued to assail her face with a frigid, ungodly cold. The farmer didn't seem to mind it as much. His focus went back down the road towards the rest of her tire. We should go clear that off the road, he said. She begrudgingly went along. It had nothing to do with him. She just wanted to be inside the warm embrace of her car's heater again. The damn marshmallow of a coat she was wearing didn't do a thing to help.  The warmth didn't come fast enough for comfort. Comfort was knowing that now she had an excuse for being late. That should have taken a load off, but she realized she'd have to prove it. A situation made difficult by her lack of phone. Hey, thanks for your help, mister. She intentionally trailed off, hoping he'd fill in the blank. Sanders, he replied. Phil, Sanders, it's absolutely no problem at all, miss. Madison, Rebecca Madison, she said, shivering. Does your phone have a camera on it by chance? He eyed her and smart.  Just cause I'm old doesn't mean that I don't. Sorry, she interjected, chuckling with him. I didn't mean anything by it. Just giving you a hard time, miss. What about the camera? Well, I left my phone at home. Another wind struck her and shook her. I was wondering if you could help me out and take some pictures. You know, for the boss mainly. I hear you. I think we'll be able to come to an agreement. They were almost at the remains of her tire. The tattered remains sat about 50 yards away from where her gray civic had stopped. The rubber had peeled right off her rim. The tread still faced down and the torn strands of rubber curled upwards like a flower petal. Hey, looks like it struck the landing. Phil said, eyeing the rubber. He bent downwards and gripped either side of the strip. He tried to stand up with it, but he couldn't lift it. Both ends came up, but the middle held fast to the road like it was glued there. With a huff, he tried again. What in the world? He asked on the third try and grunting hard. He scoffed.  I have no idea, Rebecca said, hugging her chest. I didn't see anything. One second the tire was there and then the next, it wasn't. She hesitated on the last word as Phil tried for the fourth time because she saw something under the rubber. She only got a peek, but she could see that it was red. Hold on, she said. It looks like it's stuck on something. Stuck? What do you mean stuck on what? Super clue. He chuckled. Rebecca looked either way, checking for traffic. With the coast still clear, she urged Mr. Sanders to try again. When he did so, she saw the red mass again. It looked like a giant piece of bubblegum at first. She was dumbfounded and she got on her knees. It stuck on something gooey. Gooey, you say? Phil put the rubber back down and got on his knees with Rebecca. He shined his phone's flashlight under the rubber. There certainly was a gooey mass stuck to the tire and it was wet. The wind carried its stench right into Rebecca's nose and the vomit she'd been holding down almost came. The smell was thick and hot. It was the smell of rot. Looks like you hit a coon or something. Phil said, backing away.  That's weird though with the tire. I don't know why it stuck to him. Never seen anything like it before. I haven't either, she said. Her right hand clasped over her mouth. I didn't see any fur on it. It just looked like, like meat. Yeah, yeah, if you hit them hard enough that's what they'll look like. I'm gonna go ahead and call the state boys in real fast. We're gonna need somebody a little younger than both of us to take care of this mess. If you know what I mean. With a smile, he escorted her back to her car. She continued talking as he dialed on the phone. I also think we should get some EMTs out here and check on you. No, thank you, I'm fine. She said, grinning to assure him she didn't want the hassle. I think the state boys will want it too. Might as well just ask now and get everything here at once. He said, trying to coax her. Maybe, but I'm telling you I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy. You wanna make the call? He offered. I'll let you decide I don't wanna speak for you one way or another. He smiled and handed her the phone which she took hesitantly. Thank you, she said as she took the phone. It's no problem. Now, let's see what we can do about that tire first. I think I may have a jack in my... His question was cut off by a loud thud that came from her car. On her now dented hood sat a large bulbous mass the size of a college textbook. Whatever it was held the same consistency as the thing she had hit with her tire. Given a clear look at it, it looked as though it'd been chewed up and spat out. Rebecca looked up and saw nothing but clouds. She didn't know what she expected to see but she had hoped for some clue. The thing didn't just fall out of the sky. It couldn't have. What in God's name? Phil asked, moving towards it. He could only get so close before he had to pull his undershirt up over his nose. Was that there before? Rebecca asked, trying to rationalize the blob's presence. I don't think so. I think it just fell under your car. But where did it come from? God, it reeks. Step by step, Rebecca brought herself closer to the appalling mass. Her stomach churned faster than the angry clouds above. Whatever it was, whatever it used to be, there was no evidence of it now. It resembled nothing natural that you could think of. It was just a figureless blob. Her red stream of liquid ran off of it, slowly dripping down the hood of her car. She pushed the notion that it could be blood from her head. Blood from what? That wasn't meat, was it? The only part that wasn't blood red stuck out of the top like a spine. It was small, white, and whereas the rest of the mass seemed soft to the touch, this part was obviously solid. When she got closer, Rebecca saw that it split into two white prongs. Rebecca took a step back when her mind gave the protrusion a name. Is that, is that a tooth? She asked, even though she was confident in her assessment. She didn't know what the blob was, but the protrusion was very obviously the roof of a tooth, possibly a human tooth. Phil didn't have a chance to answer before Rebecca finally let loose her stomach on the black asphalt. She proceeded to collapse beside it, her head spinning and pounding. It can't be, Phil said, his voice shockingly less playful than it had been. That's not, there was another thought. This time, however, it came from the fields. It was accompanied by a sickening crunch. Rebecca didn't wanna see it, but she did. Dense stalks were flung into the air above it. Then before the stalk settled, another blob dropped beside it amongst the husks of corn. Pieces of corn stalk stuck to its signs and held fast. The mass rolled and jiggled, recovering from the force of the impact. More followed. Another piece fell behind them this time. It struck nearly 200 yards from the road before that one had even settled. Another one hit the road behind Phil's truck. Rebecca had watched as that piece fell straight down from the sky above. No arch, it hadn't been chucked, it had been dropped. Another piece reached the row of barren trees beyond the fields to her left. The weight of the blob snapped the higher branches. She couldn't see where it landed if it had landed at all. One struck the top of the silo causing it to ring loudly, the sound echoing inside the structure. The piece stayed there, holding to the top of the silo's dome with ease. It had stuck like glue. Rebecca looked up to the sky. Overhead as the clouds swirled and fought, the blobs fell from somewhere beyond them. They started as black ink drops against the gray skyline, but as they plummeted, they took on color and grew into the disgusting blobs that now littered the landscape. All around them, the drops came faster and faster. The horror of it all struck Rebecca as the piece fell not one yard from her hand. A warm red liquid splattered across her face. The sky was raining flesh. Get up, Phil said, also looking to the sky with caution and disgust. He turned back to Rebecca. Miss Madison, please, get up now. You need to get in your car before. As if out of pure cosmic irony, a large chunk of flesh, almost the size of a pillow, struck Mr. Sanders on his right shoulder. The impact yanked him towards the ground, but he took the hit. He miraculously managed to stay on his feet. That didn't stop him from screaming. Oh my God, Rebecca exclaimed, quickly getting to her feet and rushing over to his side. The thing was still stuck to his arm. The unholy thing had molded itself around his shoulder and arm. It formed a grotesque cast pinning his arm to his side. Extensions from the impact had splattered out to stick to his face and chest. He wheezed in pain. I think it broke my damn shoulder.  He begged her. Yeah, yeah, hold on, Rebecca said, watching the sky. With every second, the rain of flesh fell faster, heavier. With every second, she felt increasingly uncomfortable, increasingly terrified that the next one would strike her next atop her head. She pictured it wrapping around her face and smothering her in rotted darkness. She turned her attention to the injured old man.  She forced her gloved hands onto the thing and she gripped it tight. As she did so, her fingers slowly started to sink inwards. She winced as an unwelcome warmth soaked into her gloves. Mr. Sanders brought his other hand up to help. It sunk in deep. She took a deep breath, inhaling an unfortunate amount of stench and gave it a good pull. She managed to yank Mr. Sanders forward, but the mask didn't budge. It was stuck to him like glue. With another tug, she realized her hands were stuck there too. Harder, Phil pleaded through the pain. Pull it harder. My hands, Rebecca said, panic. My hands are stuck. Just once, she tried to wiggle her fingers free, but they were stuck inside the blob. She tried again downwards this time.  He struck the asphalt hard and she nearly came with him. They'd accomplished nothing. Mr. Sanders grimaced and tears started to flow down his face as she pulled him back up. Rebecca saw that it wasn't working, so she set about trying to free herself. She didn't want to, but her survival instincts were in full gear. They can waste another second outside. She struggled, twisted and pulled, but the revolting thing was held faster than anything she'd ever seen. She tried pulling with her left hand and she pushed with her right. Her left glove gave and part of her hand came free. She realized she could pull her hands out of her gloves. Please try again. Mr. Sanders asked in a pitiful voice. He could barely keep his eyes open. His shoulder was dislocated at the very least and she knew it. There was nothing she could do alone to pull that mass off his arm. All that mattered now for both of them was that they find cover. Quickly, she fought against the gloves to free her hands. The pounding of the reins grew faster and heavier. Another piece hit her car right on the top of the cab. Three struck Mr. Sanders' truck. All of them were far too close for comfort. Mr. Sanders didn't realize what Rebecca was doing until it was too late. No, he shook his head. No, please, please, don't. Please, try again, please. It stings, it stings. She ripped her hands free of the gloves with a grunt just as a chunk smacked against her windshield. It was the size of a car tire. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do right now. We need to get to cover. Get back to your truck. Stay there until this is over. She didn't hesitate to turn around and open her door but Mr. Sanders could only stumble backwards. With a limp, he started to pull himself towards his truck. Growning, he watched the sky through his watery eyes. Scared, Rebecca slammed her door shut just as another pounding thud came from the roof. She yelped and she fumbled for her keys. They were in her pocket, that was good, but then she felt something else. A phone, Mr. Sanders' phone. She pulled it out and looked out her rear view mirror. Outside, everything was consumed by a downpour of flesh. And there was Mr. Sanders limping through. It was by the grace of God that Mr. Sanders got as far as he did. He almost managed to reach the door of his truck. He could have touched it. A smaller drop of flesh, the size of a book, hit his left foot and glued it to the spot. Rebecca could only watch as he stumbled and fell hard to the ground. On his front, he could only lie there at the mercy of the sky above. Rebecca tried to see him out her rear window, but so many drops had accumulated there, it was impossible. She could only watch the terrible scene unfold in her side mirror. He looked hopeless. The pounding of the rain drowned out any sound, but she saw his head moving. He was yelling for help. A large chunk of flesh struck his back, breaking it. Another pinned his leg. All the while, Rebecca never moved. She was safe and her fear kept her rooted in that seat. Had a glob not swallowed her mirror first, she would have witnessed another drop strike him right on the back of the head, delivering his face quickly into the asphalt below. It was an accidental mercy. She started to hyperventilate. She had no idea what to do. The rain outside just kept coming and coming. In reality, the rain only lasted a few minutes, but it seemed so much longer. It seemed like it stretched on for hours on end. For that seeming stretch of forever, all Rebecca could do was scream. She moved to the back seat away from her cracking windshield and brought her legs in close to her chest. She hugged herself as the heavy rain fell over her, consumed her. Soon, the drops would cover every inch of her car and the windows. They ate the light. She was left alone in darkness. Long after the barrage outside had ceased, Rebecca cried in darkness. Thankfully, the windows had held back the physical barrage, but they could not hold back the stench that had flooded inside almost instantly. It had threatened to suffocate her then, but she didn't even seem to notice it anymore. Eventually, Rebecca was able to move her arms and her feet and her legs, but she didn't want to. The car had protected her, but Rebecca still felt unequivocally surrounded. Like a child under the sheets, she didn't want to let one single limb hang free. The monsters might get it. The darkness wasn't total, a dim glow precipitated between the masses outside. Red light managed to leak through the edges of the blobs where pieces met, the jagged lines covering her car like lightning. It did her no good. Not nearly enough light could seep through to offer her any illumination. When she couldn't handle the weight of the darkness anymore, she reached for Mr. Sanders' phone, which lay face down on the center console. She fumbled for it and accidentally knocked it on the floor. Light flooded out from within. It was blinding, but welcome. After giving her eyes time to adjust, she searched for the flashlight. She was so thankful that the phone had stayed unlocked. She found it and the entire car was illuminated. She wasn't ready for what she saw. A claustrophobic paralysis found her as she beheld the thing stuck to her car. Pressed tightly against the glass, the thing seemed to embrace her. Most of the glass had held, except for her rear window. It had nearly shattered, but every crack and shard was held fast in place by the revolting masses. They didn't move. They hugged her car in silent stillness. Rebecca recalled the tale of Jonah and the whale, and she imagined this was how Jonah felt. She had been swallowed alive. She needed to get out. She flipped over. She hesitated to reach for the door handle. She didn't wanna get any closer to those things than she needed to. She pulled, and when she heard the click, she pushed. Her whole body pressed up against the door. Her face met the window, but the door didn't budge. The masses outside held the door like glue. They fought against her. It was like trying to move a mountain. Rebecca screamed in protest. She couldn't be trapped in here. No, not in here. Panicking, she shoved again. She threw her weight into that door time and time again, but it didn't move. It couldn't. She might as well have been trying to beat her way through a concrete wall. After trying every single door, she found that they all held firm. She was truly trapped, and calling for help wasn't an option. She tried three times to dial 911 on Phil's phone. No matter where she was in the car, she couldn't get a signal. The mass had drowned out the light in any hope she had of contacting the outside world. It seemed the car was shrinking by the second. In frustration, she lashed out with her feet. She aimed at the window, hoping maybe it would break. Hopefully the things would fall off it instead of in. If they struck without the window, she decided she'd cut her way out. One of the sharps had to have been sharp enough. With a determined forceful thrust, she brought her heel to the window. The only thing she almost managed to break was her leg, as she hyperextended her knee. The pain returned her to her previously curled state. She began to cry and plead for someone to help her. Her instincts told her that if she screamed, then somebody would hear. Somebody would come along, help would come. Her heart told her that it was a lie and it was. For a while, soon she grew exhausted and her voice grew hoarse. Not a single sound came from outside her car. The wind had ceased with the rain long ago and there had been nothing since. No birds, no cars, no people. The silence allowed the small crunch outside to be amplified nearly tenfold. She froze and listened. She thought it had to be her imagination, but as another crunch came and then another, she realized it was real. It was like the sound of someone stepping on dry leaves. Something was definitely moving outside. The crunching approached her car and she heard him speak. Hello? The voice was older and haggard. It sounded muffled through the blobs. Is anyone in there? He didn't have to ask her twice. Yes, she screamed, flying to the window. Yes, yes, please help me. Please, I can't get out, please. The man came closer to the car. He stopped just outside. You're covered. That shit's almost impossible to move. It holds fast. Give me a minute. It's starting to dry now. I have some tools up at my house. I'll be right back. Rebecca smiled and thanked God. He must have lived in that home next to the silo. It was all okay. Yes, please thank you. She said, almost all at once. The crunches returned faster as the man turned away. Relieved, she knew it would be over soon. Again, the day sought to destroy her expectations. Then the crunching stopped. Rebecca put her ear to the window, trying to listen. The glass was uncomfortably warm against her face. There was nothing but the roar of her own blood and her ears. Then a moan. The moan continued for several seconds before it evolved into a short gag, a gas. Something had happened to the man. He must have only been four or five yards from the car. He cursed and grunted. There was a louder crunch that was followed by silence. That silent moment hung on the air and Rebecca pushed harder against the window. She whispered a single hello under her breath. Then the moment was shattered by his scream. Rebecca pulled her face from the window as if she'd been burned. What? She asked, panicked. What happened? Are you okay? Hey, are you okay? She was clueless. Had the man fallen? Maybe he'd rolled his ankle and fallen, but could that cause him so much pain? His scream was primal, like a wounded animal, and it ended for a moment. It was just long enough for the man to take a quick breath and then he continued, the yell increasing in volume and pitch. What? She pleaded. What is it? Please tell me, are you okay? Talk to me. He did in a raspy shrill and pain voice. Stay in the car. It sounded like he choked on the last syllable as a ghastly gurgled yell came from his lips. Through his pain cries, Rebecca could only make out so much of what happened next. Stay growing. I feel it. Don't, don't out of that car. Oh God, no. Then unexpectedly and instantly, the screaming ceased. The silence returned and Rebecca shook. Her mind raced and her breathing came in short, fast gasps. Tears warmed her face. No, she couldn't let him leave her. She wouldn't be alone again. Hey, get up. What's happening, sir, sir?  That's when it moved. Almost in perfect sync with her motion, one of the blobs that had embraced her window stirred. The light showed her every gruesome second. The movement was small. A tiny half dollar size section on the bottom split in two and peeled itself apart. It was unexpected enough to send Rebecca stumbling backwards. It had startled her, then revolted her. The small section that split open revealed a new structure below it. Small, round and moving, Rebecca realized she was looking at an eyeball. A seemingly human eyeball. The thing had opened an eye and was peering into the car through a cloudy blue iris. It searched about for just a moment before it locked its gaze right on her. No, Rebecca said, as if saying it would change her reality. Horrified, she couldn't break away from the unexpected and unwelcome staring contest. The eye held its gaze and then it blinked. Rebecca wondered what it was thinking. This thing made of flesh and blood. She couldn't resist. Its dead stare offered no clues. Could it think at all? Why was it staring at her? Why had any of it happened? Then out of the corner of her eye and at the farthest edge of the light's reach, she saw it. Another eye had emerged from beneath the pulpy masses. When she shined the light on it, she saw that it, too, was looking directly at her. It didn't seem possible that it could see her. Once brown, the cornea now wore a red gash across its surface, straight through its pupil. Despite that injury, however, it followed her perfectly. No matter where in the car she moved, both of the eyes followed her. Before long, they were everywhere. Every single piece of flesh that had fallen from the sky and struck to her car eventually opened an eye, a singular eye, and they all stared down at her. She no longer felt alone.  The hunters didn't need to make a move. They only needed to watch and wait. She was their prey. Rebecca dropped the phone and the light died. The car was cast into near total darkness once more. The darkness might have been comforting. Had she not been so perfectly sure that those eyes still watched her, she knew the darkness couldn't protect her. How much time passed inside that car? Rebecca wasn't sure if she had blacked out or if time had simply passed her by. But when she regained some semblance of sanity, it was late in the afternoon. The phone, its battery now at a measly 15% showed the time was 4.55. Rebecca should have been home, but instead she was lost, trapped. She needed to be with her mother. It may have been that realization that brought motion back to Rebecca's body from seat to seat and corner to corner, she scrambled. The phone's energy fell, the clock ticked, but the bars wouldn't return. She couldn't find a goddamn signal. Cautiously, she tilted the screen of her phone to the window. Some light reflected off, but just enough was able to illuminate some of the flesh beyond. To her relief, the eyes were closed. She made sure to check all of them. Part of her wondered if the eyes had simply been a product of her paranoia. The blobs had reverted to being shapeless, featureless masses, and that was better. With luck, those eyes had never existed at all. She wondered if that man outside had been real. Ever since she'd let the darkness retake her, not a single sound besides her own breathing had come along. The unnatural, deathly silence had been heavier than the shadows around her. She still was utterly clueless to what had happened outside and what the world looked like. How widespread was the rain? Help still hadn't reached her yet and she was doubtful any ever would. Maybe she had been quarantined. Surprisingly, she found that idea reassuring. In that case, it meant that at least people were still out there and she'd be taken care of eventually. The alternative was far worse. Was it even possible the rain was a widespread epidemic? Had it covered the whole country, the world? Rebecca shivered as she remembered China. Something had happened in China and Somalia. Had the rain hit there too? She cursed herself for turning the radio. Was she alone? Really and truly alone? She'd hoped people were still outside but what if they'd all suffered as that stranger had? Maybe the car had protected her. Her savior and her captor. She was trapped in her own racing thoughts. Those things brought back memories of her youth. Specifically, she recalled the day her dad hit that poor cat. They were in their old F-150 and the sun was so bright.  It was like it had been waiting for the truck. It couldn't have timed it any better. Still, she remembered how it felt, the bump as the front wheel struck it and the bump as the rear wheel finished it. Her dad told her not to look. He had pulled the truck over so he could go check on it. Rebecca disobeyed and looked out the back window. All she wanted was a quick peek to make sure the cat was okay. She paid for her morbid curiosity. She recalled Mr. Sanders words from just a few hours earlier as she remembered the terrible scene. Aside from its craned head and open eyes, nothing on it resembled a cat anymore. They had hit it so hard that it was more red than gray. It was no longer an animal, just meat. You hit them hard enough. That's what they'll look like. They were all meat. So that's what they had to be, flesh. That seemed the most logical assumption but so impossible at the same time. She couldn't bring herself to accept that. Flesh of what? How could flesh rain from the sky? It had to come from somewhere, didn't it?  It sickened her. She thought of those eyes, those very human eyes. Another thought came into being it took hold like a cancer in her head. The question came, had those things once perhaps been people? No, they weren't. It was too much. That was so much death, so much flesh. It was impossible in every sense and every meaning. Where would they get all those people? It had to have been millions and millions of people murdered. There are millions in China, she thought. Maybe something worse than rain happened in China. No, she told herself, stop it. Her thoughts obeyed trailing off like a bad note. It didn't matter now. She hadn't paid attention. She'd been worried about her own problems. What good did it do her to wonder? Who cares where they came from? Who cares if they're people? She gagged. All that she needed to do was escape. Her mother still needed her. Sweat rolled down her face. The temperature had to be only 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside, yet the car was steadily heating up. Those things were doing it. She was sure they were warm and the warmth they emitted was conducted directly into the car. Shedding her coat and sweater, she fanned herself with her white sweat soaked undershirt. Rebecca wondered how long it would take for them to cook her alive, if that was possible. Death by rank flesh heat, as she decided to call it, wasn't an option for her. Placing the phone on the center console, she moved to the driver's seat. She didn't like it. Those pulpous things were far too close when she sat there, but if she let herself roast any longer, she wouldn't get to live to regret it. Back at the wheel, she couldn't help but think about driving away. It wasn't a possibility, just a fantasy with those blobs. The packed windshield blocked her sight and they also probably held her tires to the ground. She'd never move and she'd never get anywhere. Wondering if perhaps the noise would agitate the things, Rebecca saw their eyes and her mind. It had been hours since then and the eyes hadn't returned. Assured that if they wanted to hurt her, they would have done so already. Rebecca started the car. The engine turned twice and started. More heat leaked out from the vents in moist, heavy waves. She gagged as the fresh stench overloaded her nose. It would take a moment for the AC to turn on. The radio was as silent as she knew it would be. While she waited, she tried out of curiosity to drive. Switching into gear, she eased down onto the gas pedal. The engine picked up in pitch but the wheels did nothing but flinch. It felt as though she was trying to drive over a curb. She fed it more gas. As she figured, the car wouldn't move an inch.  A groan came from above her. It wasn't guttural, it wasn't those things. It was her car. The roof of her car was caving in. Something was pressing down on it. On the windows, she saw them twitch. The masses were moving now, reacting. It was the car. It had to have been. She'd accidentally woken them up. Cursing her careless mistake, Rebecca yanked the keys from the console. The car fell silent, but the things kept moving. They struggled against each other, wiggling back and forth in their confined spaces. Perhaps they were searching. Rebecca held her breath and she waited. Their motion had started to rock the car from side to side. The things shook her harder and faster. The lurching continued until Rebecca felt she was going to throw up. The wheel was all she had to hold onto. Fortunately for her, the rocking did not persist for long. After just a few seconds, everything stopped. The car fell back to rest and the calm retook the air. Rebecca sucked in an exhausted gasp. Reluctantly, she released the steering wheel, but as her eyes watered, she reached for the phone. She had been tormented enough. Never before had she been so desperate to speak to her mother. Still, there were no bars, no signal. The battery fell to 7%. Her heart was already drained.  It was hopeless. Rebecca wasn't sure what prompted her to check again, habit probably. In the back seat, she had subconsciously refused her fate. Looking back at the phone, she was shocked. It was weak, but finally a connection had been made. A signal, there was a signal. Rebecca wasn't sure if her fingers had ever moved faster in her life. She dialed in the number for home. As she held the phone to her face, she didn't know if she could even speak. Her hand was cupped over her mouth. No evil in the world held a candle to the next 10 seconds. Every beep hit her harder and cut her deeper than any of those damned monstrosities outside could ever hope to. Overwhelming joy gave way to grief yet again. She only hoped that God, if there was one, wouldn't let her down. That's what her mother would have told her. Her mother always had faith. Rebecca was rewarded for hers. Hello? A fragile voice came in over the phone, weak, but alive. Oh my God. Oh my God, mom, is that you? Who is this? Her mother asked. On any other day that question might have broken Rebecca's heart, but today it was all Rebecca needed. Rebecca, mom, it's Rebecca. Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay. Of course, dear. She said, unconcerned. Of course, you're Rebecca. Why yes, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? Rebecca pumped her fist in the air and she kicked her feet several times in furious juvenile joy. The smile that spread on her face was unmatched. Thank the Lord. Her mother was safe. That meant there was hope. Maybe her nightmare wasn't as widespread as she had feared. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be a chance for her. A chance for everyone. Mom, what's happened? What's happening over there? Her mother was confused. Nothing much. There's not much to do here. Someone needs to water the flowers. I should water them. No, Rebecca stated.  Listen to me. Can you turn on the TV? What does the TV say? Do you want to talk to Rebecca? Her mother asked, confused. No, mom, I'm Rebecca. She should be home by now, my Rebecca. She always comes home. I don't, I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused. Those words broke her heart. I will be, mom. I'll be home soon. I promise I'm coming home, she assured. Okay, well, be careful. I'm going to water the plant. Should I? It's been raining hard today. Rebecca froze. No, it couldn't be. Could it really be that widespread? Home was miles away, but her mom was okay. Perhaps her mom had just been lucky. She was inside after all, and as long as those blobs stayed outside, she'd be fine. But her flowers, Rebecca knew how she could be in her confused state. And if she was truly determined, then, mother, listen to me, I have never been more serious in my entire life. Do not go outside. I won't do what I want. Only Rebecca can mother, Rebecca wailed. Do not leave the house. Those plants don't need water, just listen to me. Rebecca stopped. If these were the last words she ever spoke to her mother, she didn't want them to be screams. She took a deep breath and begged, please, mom, please, wait for me. Will water the plants together? Just wait for me to get home. Silence. Okay, her mother said. You get here and then you, Rebecca and me, can go water those flowers. They're gonna need it today. I'll be there soon, mom. The last words choked out. I love you. The line went dead. The phone hanging on 3% was about to leave her in darkness, but now she had to move. She had to get out. She had let Mr. Sanders down and she couldn't help that old man.  Adrenaline filled her veins and with the roar of a warrior, Rebecca threw herself at the rear door. It budged. The flashlight burned bright as it sucked the phone's battery dry. All the power left was so precious and if it went out, then so did Rebecca's chances. Twice more, she threw herself. She gave it her right shoulder and then her left. The door flinched each time, but it refused to yield. A silver of light had managed to leak in from the side. Both of her shoulders protested against another blow so she lay on her back and with her feet, she kicked and kicked. The battery fell to 2%. Her feet ached, especially her right ankle as she felt her pain from earlier return in force. Pain didn't even slow her down. Regardless of how futile each kick seemed, she refused to stop. She was going to escape or die trying. She had no idea how true that statement was. One moved in the corner of the light, squeezing its way through the nearly formed crevice between the door and the car. She didn't see it until it had just about touched her leg. When she did, she instantly brought her knees to her chest. A thin mass, a fleshy tentacle, had entered the car. It squirmed around blindly on the seat. It pulled itself forward with what looked to be a fingernail. The battery slipped to 1%. A noise came from behind her, turning her head. She found that she was surrounded. Through the other door, more tentacles were starting to wedge their way through. The center of the seat offered little solace. As both sides grew closer, the glass behind her started to crackle as even more protrusions pushed themselves through the cracks. They pushed their way through shards of glass, carrying each piece with them at the end of their arm. They were coming for her, but she was done hiding. If anything, their intrusion only encouraged her. Now it was her and her mother's survival on the line. With her booted heel, she squashed the singular tentacle that had originally disturbed her space. It wiggled, pinned against the seat. She initially thought it was blood that leaked from it, but it came slow and thick. It stuck to her boot like syrup. With a disgusted shriek, she pushed the tentacle to the floor and out of her way. The door had been pulled open by those things to let the tentacle in and she saw her chance. She offered up a final double-legged kick. The flashlight went out and with a final yell, light flooded the car. She'd considered everything. In the last several hours, every scenario had danced through her mind like terrible daydreams. The memories of that man had fed most of them. She thought about the crunching beneath his feet and those terrible screams. She wondered what she would find, but she was far more worried about what might find her. Rebecca wondered what the world would look like once she escaped and to her disgust, nothing she imagined could compare to what she found. As soon as she kicked the door open and leapt from the car, she suddenly felt like she was standing on an alien world. There was a loud crunch when her boots hit the ground. It felt like she was standing on well-packed snow. Those things covered every square inch below her feet. In fact, they stretched on as far as she could see. All around, from horizon to horizon, the blobs dominated the landscape. It invoked thoughts of Mars in her head as there was no green to be seen anymore. The color red stretched beyond her sight seemingly into infinity. The land was rugged and all the trees that she'd seen earlier along the sides of the field were gone. The only major protrusions on the rugged landscape were where the solidified shells around the houses and cars still stood. They looked like they had scabbed over. Most had remained upright. They spotted the landscape in every direction. The old man's house still stood. The overhang of his porch had sheltered his front door from their barrage. The now dried, hardened creatures seemed to form a cave around it. It was a relief to see that they hadn't reached everything. The silo had fallen. The pieces lay in a messy heap beside the house. The combined weight of the things must have proved too much for it. Rebecca hoped that her house had held better. When she caught sight of the old man, she couldn't help herself. She shrieked. The old man was frozen on one knee, halfway between her car and Mr. Sanders' truck. He must have been going to check on him the same as he had for her when the things got him. She saw it enter through his pant leg, a bundle of tendrils, very similar to the ones that invaded her car, snuck up his pant leg. Down at his ankles, where his skin was exposed, one had seemingly burrowed into his flesh. She followed the tendrils up, like a snake. They coiled up his leg. They had crawled along his body, and she thought she could see the tendrils branch apart under his clothes. They snaked around his body, but they all ended before they reached his neck. Blood soaked through parts of his blue button-up shirt.  It was forced back, held in place, and the mouth was open. Sprouting from it, several dozen vein-like stems that ended in red, plant-like petals rose towards the sky. Liquid circulated inside them, as if pumped in by the man's heart. The grotesque gross wouldn't have terrified her as much had it not been for the man's eyes. They were still open, and they were looking right at her. Then came a single labored breath. He was still alive. She heaved, but her stomach offered nothing to expel. By the old man's feet, she saw a bulge in the ground and another bundle of macabre flowers protruding from within. Rebecca knew they marked Mr. Sanders' grave. If she could even call it that, was he, too, still alive under there? Was that even possible? She prayed for mercy and for Mr. Sanders' forgiveness. She knew she didn't deserve it. No, she couldn't have imagined this not in her worst nightmares. Whatever those things were, had grown into the man. Through him, she let another shriek loose as she saw his stomach twitch. The man grimaced as something moved inside him. Rebecca wasn't sure if there was a worse fate. The old man, his eyes wide with fear, gestured down. It took several motions of his eyes for her to even catch it, but once she noticed she followed his gaze down. Rebecca hadn't noticed them before, but little fibrous structures stuck out of the blobs. Each one was several inches tall. They looked like red ferns. A similar one was wrapped around the old man's ankle. Looking at her own feet, she noticed she'd stepped on one. The pressure from her boot had triggered one of the tentacles to slowly emerge from the blob below. It reached around, blindly, unable to cling to the material of her boots. They weren't plants, they were snares. She nodded to the man and she thanked him. He didn't need to tell her for her to understand that it was imperative that she not let those extensions, those blood ferns touch her skin. She didn't want to leave the old man. In fact, she offered to help, but he groaned in disapproval.  Through his stuffed throat, he tried to speak, but no words came. Rebecca knew it was too late, so she went to his house again, forced to leave someone behind. A tear ran down the old man's cheek. It was like navigating a minefield, but Rebecca did it quickly and skillfully. The blood ferns were scarce enough, thankfully. If she stepped on one, her boots offered more than enough protection. The ground crunched like snow beneath her. When she stepped on something new, it caught her ear. The crunch she heard was in light, like snow, but heavy, like glass. Lifting her boot, she saw it embedded in the mass. Desensitization kept her moving, despite the appalling discovery beneath her foot. There was no mistaking it anymore. She knew she had been right. She had stepped on a watch. Through the cavernous maw of the blobs, she made it onto the porch, and she found the door unlocked. The house was abandoned, as far as she could tell. She called several times to check, but no one responded. That made her incredibly thankful. She was still alone, sure, but she didn't want anyone in that house to see what had happened to the old man. There was a picture frame hung askew on the wall. In it, the old man stood with his family. He was about five years younger in it, and his wife and three grown sons smiled with him. The eldest son sat a toddler on his knee. He would probably only be about eight. Now, she dreaded to even imagine. It was a stroke of luck that the keys were on the counter, and an even bigger stroke of luck that the garage door had been left open. Inside, sat a 98 Chevy with battered red paint. Rebecca looked at the path before her. The truck would hopefully do. If those things couldn't stop her boots anymore, they sure as hell weren't going to stop a truck. They were dry, and that meant they could be easily navigated, hopefully. She hesitated getting into the truck. She imagined, dreaded, the idea that the reins would return. They would fall, and again, she'd be trapped. This time, she'd be without help and without hope. With a single calming breath, she pulled the door open and took her seat. The engine purred, and it was the sweetest noise she'd ever heard. The terrain was bumpy at first, but she got used to it fast. She set a course across the alien earth. The road was lost beneath the surface of flesh, but Rebecca found her way. The houses, though covered, offered plenty in the way of navigation. They made the skeleton of her map, memory filled in the rest. Through the atrocious, unspeakable landscape, she drove. Those plants had sprung up in unbelievable numbers. The rain must have infected anything that touched it. The larger the animal, the larger the plant. Passing a farm, she observed large bush-sized groves that sprouted from what used to be cows. They were buried now, but she'd passed them that morning. She was glad that most of the plants were covered. She'd rather not know whose grave was whose. She did see some terrible scenes during her journey. Cars were scarce, but she didn't find a single survivor in any of them. She slowed to check, but every car had at least one open door. No one had been able to claim refuge inside. Instead, they found themselves trapped outside. The lucky ones, the ones who weren't buried, could only watch as Rebecca drove by. One had been glued to the side of his minivan. His arm reached out to Rebecca, but she couldn't take it. There was a couple, a man and woman, that broke Rebecca's heart. The woman had gotten infected at the knee when she'd fallen. Her husband's hand was frozen in place as it clenched the stems that emerged from her mouth. He'd tried to pull them loose, but those vines had used that contact to ensnare him as well. They entered him through his wrist. They stared at each other. Neither even looked at Rebecca as she drove by. They were trapped by their love. The twisted machinations of her predicament were granted some enlightenment when she saw the helicopter. It had been brought down into one of the fields and around it stretched something surprisingly natural. It had etched out a crater around itself, a crater of dirt and fire. The fire caused by the collision had eaten away at the surrounding flesh. It had managed to etch out a radius about three times longer than the helicopter itself. Rebecca couldn't believe the sight of dirt and fire would have ever caused her joy. It was good to see the things pushed back, to see them burnt and beaten. That feeling died as she saw the clouds swirl above. An eye, like at the center of a hurricane, opened above. The winds picked up and threatened to pluck Rebecca's truck from the ground. Slamming on the brakes, she could only watch in awe what happened next. From within the eye, three large shapes descended. Blacker than the night, tentacles of enormous proportions dangled from the clouds. Surely they were thicker than skyscrapers and twice as tall. They hovered over the spot where the helicopter had crashed, examining it. Rebecca couldn't breathe as one retracted to the clouds and its end split open into five places, five fingers. She could only watch as its dare she say hand disappeared behind the sky and then reappeared, grasping something massive. Pieces dropped from the hand, like sand from a fist and splattered against the ground. The giant arm held its hand directly over the barren ground below and then it started to release its hold. Like rain, pieces of flesh fell from the sky and littered the ground. They covered the helicopter and they smothered the fire. Within moments, it was like there'd never been any disturbance there at all. The thing above, pleased with his restoration, carried the remaining flesh in its grasp back into the clouds. The remaining two tentacles swung about the eye, surveying their monstrous masterpiece. One split its fingers apart and it tenderly brushed against one of the plants. It was a gardener tending to its garden. It was that sickening metaphor that brought Rebecca the greatest revelation. The rain, all the people infected. They were all nothing more than fertilizer. The creature above retracted into the heavens and the eye closed. Rebecca no longer begged God for help. She cursed his name. The drive took almost half an hour. The town she'd called home her whole life was deserted and lifeless. Thankfully, very few were stuck outside. She didn't even want to know how many of the obscured figures were friends, loved ones. She drove past, she figured, hoped that most had found refuge inside. Passing stores, she witnessed the truth. The doors were shut, but those things had spread inside anyways. People stood, trapped against the glass like tortured mannequins. Random movements danced by some of the windows, but she didn't dare stop. Her home was so close, it was unrecognizable. Once beautiful, with two stories yellow siding and a little stained glass rose in the front window, none of it could be seen beneath the disgusting layer of filth accumulated around it. The dead covered her house and nothing was more sickening. That was what she thought until she got out of the truck and reached the back of the house. Grief was not strong enough of a word to describe how Rebecca felt. After all she'd seen and after all she'd survived and fought for, it had all led to this. There was only so much that she could have done. The fates had been cruel that day. Her mother was on her knees, a full water pitcher in hand. Her old eyes found Rebecca. They were green and still so bright. The vines hadn't taken hold completely, but Rebecca could see them moving. Only once in that moment was she ever thankful for her mother's condition. Rebecca was glad she probably couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. She didn't seem to be in any pain. With the last energy of a beaten and broken woman, Rebecca fell into her mother's arms and hugged her. Her mother surprised her for one last time. I love you, her mother said. It was all Rebecca needed. I love you too, she replied. You're right, her mother whispered into Rebecca's ear. I don't think the plants even need this water.


Hey guys, this is rich from rich TV live and I see some breaking news on Aurora cannabis and they are already climbing up The market is just open up and they are already starting to climb on some of this news Now let's take a look at this news Aurora cannabis projects Q2 sales of 50 to 55 million Now I'm gonna be honest with you guys I bought 500 shares of Aurora cannabis in anticipation of strong earnings Aurora cannabis provides guidance for the second quarter of fiscal 2019 anticipating net revenues of 50 to 55 million Wow Just so you guys know that would be a record that would be the most any Cannabis company has ever made in a quarter company provides production guidance and is tracking to achieve positive EBITDA in second calendar quarter 2019 Aurora Cannabis Inc Aurora or the company on the TSX ACB on the New York Stock Exchange ACB and in Frankfurt to one PWKN a1c for WM today provided an Expected revenue range for the second quarter of the company's fiscal 2019 Q2 2019 the period ended December 31st 2018 full results will be published on Monday February 11th 2019 pre-market followed by a conference call later That day details for which can be found at the end of this release based on preliminary Unaudited results the company anticipates revenue for Q2 2019 of between 50 million and 55 million net of excise Taxes compared to 11.7 million for that same quarter in the prior year and compared to 29.7 million for the previous quarter ended September 30th 2018 Q1 2019 the results reflect an anticipated revenue growth rate in access of 327% compared to Q2 2018 in access of 68% compared to Q1 2019 revenue growth for the quarter was driven by the company's strong position in the adult consumer use market in Canada Continued shipments of medical cannabis to Roars expanding base of approximately 71,000 patients Wow, it just keeps growing in Canada and relatively stable supply Restricted shipments to its growing international markets. This is will be I tell you right now This company will be the first company in the cannabis sector to make a billion in revenue You heard it here first the company continues to ramp its production capacity up from 70,000 kilograms Per annum as reported in November 2018 to approximately 100,000 kilograms annum today and reaffirms its expectation To achieve at least 150,000 kilograms per annum of production capacity within the first calendar quarter of 2019 Q3 2019 Aurora defines production capacity as representing all planted rooms approved by health Canada Factoring in anticipated harvests at maturity Analyze for the following 12-month period based on an average historical yield per plant based on its current production capacity of 100,000 kgs per annum and the company's cultivation and harvest schedules Aurora expects is production available for sale to be approximately 25,000 kgs equivalent of Cannabis in the company's Q4 2019 the period ending June 30th 2019 with continued production volume increases in the subsequent quarters is only going to get bigger people Aurora defines production available for sale as representing the company's production capacity Harvested and processed into a final product for the sale Paired with strong current and future anticipated demand for the company's products across its different market segments This is expected to result in continued strong revenue growth Love these guys the market introduction of higher-margin products such as soft gels as well as its vape ready CBD oil cartridge Product Aurora cloud is expected to contribute to the sustained strong gross margins during fiscal 2019 Additionally, Aurora is looking forward to the upcoming finalization of the draft regulations Which will allow derivative higher-margin products such as vape pens beverages and edibles to be sold in the Canadian adult use Market during 2019 that will be huge Additionally discipline cost management is anticipated to result in SG&A costs To be roughly consistent with the previous quarter included a full quarter of costs Related to all integrated subsidiaries in Metrolief and Ndea and Agro Pro Consequently management believes the combination of Subsequential revenue growth and discipline cost management positions the company well to achieve sustained positive EBITDA beginning fiscal Q4 calendar Q2 2019 the preliminary estimated Financial results and other data for the three months ended December 31st 2018 Set forth above our subject to the completion of the company's financial closing procedures These data have been prepared by and is responsible of the company's management and it was approved by management on January 7th 2019 Aurora's independent registered public Accounting firm KPMG LLP has not audited reviewed or performed any procedures with respect to the company Preliminary financial results and other data and according and accordingly does not express an opinion or any other form of assurance With respect there, too The company currently expects that its final results of operations and other data will be consistent with the estimates set forth But such estimates are primarily Preliminary and Aurora actually results Actual results of operations and other data could differ materially from these estimates Due to the completion of its financial closing procedures Final adjustments and other developments that may arise between now and the time such unaudited interim consolidated Financial statements for the three months ended December 31st 2018 are issued management commentary Aurora continues to execute effectively across all market segments as Demonstrated by its revenue growth anticipated to exceed 68% as compared to the last quarter that is substantial. That is unbelievable supported by continued strong performance in the Canadian adult consumer use market our Consistent and high quality production continues to significantly ramp up as expected fueling even further growth This is Terry Booth CEO of Aurora going forward We see sustained growth demand from the adult usage market as evidenced by public statements from the Canadian provinces as well as strong Patient-driven demand for medical cannabis in Canada and abroad these factors together with our focus on discipline management of Operating expenses and our growing portfolio of high-margin products put us in a position to rapidly achieve positive EBITDA within the next two quarters Facilities video the company today released updated video of its production facilities including Aurora sky Aurora O Aurora V Medrelief Bradford Aurora Mountain ICC Labs and Angra Pro the footage demonstrates the technological advanced nature of Aurora's diverse Production assets as well as the mature nature of its operations the video material may be viewed here interesting and They talk about the conference call Aurora scheduled its conference call to discuss the results for its second quarter and in December 31st 2018 which will be released on Monday February 11th 2019 pre-market the conference call will be hosted on that day at 10 30 a.m. Eastern time by Terry Booth chief executive officer So you can find all the information right here and you can learn more about Aurora right here Now real quickly. I just want to take a look at this video. Why not right? Let's see I mean this company is just unbelievable. So what do you guys think about this news? This is breaking news And I think this is incredible news. This is incredible revenue. Like I said this revenue growth puts them as the largest revenue Generating cannabis company right now for the quarter in the world They are the biggest. They're the baddest. They've always been number one. I told you guys. They're my number one pick and They're up slightly right now based on some of this news. Let the news circulate This is your boy rich if you're not winning you're most likely not watching markets are popping look at huge up 12% right now today Exploding it. All right, guys. I get back to work. I got to keep my eyes on the prize Let me know what you think about this news Aurora cannabis projects Q2 sales of 50 to 55 million Is your boy rich? 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