whirrr-clank.
At precisely 00:00:00, as Friday night gave way to Saturday morning, a single green phosphor status line illuminated across the master analog display:
SYSTEM STATUS: SOVEREIGN REVERSION COMPLETE
RECORDED OWNERS: CHANCELLOR ADRIAN ARTHUR MERCER
RECORDED CO-TRUSTEE: CAPTAIN GARRETT STONE
LINEAL CUSTODY: UN-ENCUMBERED FEE SIMPLE ABSOLUTE
THE VALKYRIE TRUST: PERMANENTLY FORFEITED & VACATED
ANNIVERSARY DEADLINE: CERTIFIED & CLOSED
CONDUIT TEN: ARMED, SECURE, AND HELD IN TRUST FOR THE REPUBLIC
Together, Garrett and I turned the key one-quarter turn to the right, locking the master conduit from the inside forever:
SNAP.
The hydraulic scuttle valves locked from the inside.
The four-inch titanium deadbolts shot home into the bedrock beneath Chicago.
The line was plumb.
The foundation stood upon solid stone.
The ledger was closed forever.
Fourteen months later.
The early autumn sun broke over the high, landscaped red-sandstone ramparts and the wide, sparkling blue expanse of the Lake Michigan shoreline outside our restored ancestral family homestead on Mercer Ridge in Door County, Wisconsin, burning off the sweet morning mist that clung to the sweeping clover lawns and the blooming native dogwoods along our front terrace.
