The world went dark for six twinkles. Six exact twinkles. Every piece of remaining analog and digital surveillance, indeed those outside the infected networks — indeed outfit noway touched by the signal — recorded the same anomaly. A flatline. Not of the world. Of reality. During that knockout, people reported feeling the air pulling down from them as though the atmosphere was holding its breath. Wind stopped. catcalls setmid-flight. Rusted pipes, for the first time in history, went silent. The world was broke. Held. staying. also, in sanitarium wards, homes, underground stations, and cellarages