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You are the captain of an A320 on final approach into Seattle-Tacoma. At 800 feet, a flock of geese slams into both engines. The cockpit alarms are screaming.
You are an operator from Delta Force. Your team has just been briefed on a classified mission: infiltrate a remote facility in Siberia and neutralize a rogue nuclear warhead before dawn.
You set up a projector on Lafayette Square and beam "HANDOFF TAIWAN" onto the White House fence. Your phone buzzes — Elon Musk just retweeted your live stream.
You are a trauma surgeon at Johns Hopkins. A ambulance just radioed in: a six-car pileup on I-95, multiple critical injuries, and your team is already short-staffed tonight.
You are at Camp 4 on Everest, 26,000 feet. The weather window is closing. Your climbing partner is showing signs of altitude sickness, and the summit is still five hours away.
June 28, 1914. You are the driver of Archduke Franz Ferdinand's car in Sarajevo. You just took a wrong turn onto Franz Josef Street — and you see a young man reaching into his coat. This time, you floor the accelerator. The Archduke survives. But the empires still want their war.
You are sailing solo across the Atlantic, day 34. A violent storm just killed your engine and snapped the forestay. The nearest coast is 600 nautical miles east.
You are an FBI hostage negotiator. A man has barricaded himself in a downtown bank with twelve hostages. He says he'll only talk to you. Your phone rings.
It's 1905. J.P. Morgan didn't pull the funding. Nikola Tesla's Wardenclyffe Tower is transmitting free wireless electricity across Long Island. You're a young engineer on his team, and this morning Tesla handed you a blueprint marked "DO NOT BUILD" — but the design would change everything.
You are a deep-sea welder on an oil rig in the North Sea. At 90 meters depth, your helmet light catches something wrong — a crack is spreading across the pipeline joint you just inspected.
November 9, 1989. The order to open the Berlin Wall checkpoints was never given. You are an East German border guard at Bornholmer Straße. Thousands of people are pressing against the barrier, chanting. Your commanding officer has disappeared. The crowd is surging. Your hand is on the gate lever.
You are the third-generation heir of a tomb-raiding dynasty. Following a half-burned silk map left by your grandfather, you've found an uncharted passage in a 2,000-year-old burial chamber outside Changsha. Your torch flickers as you see something that shouldn't exist.
1 AM. The entire floor is empty except for you and her. Your boss walks over with two cups of coffee, sets one on your desk, and perches on the edge of the desk across from you. She's wearing a black dress you've never seen before. "You've been working hard," she says. "Finish this proposal and I'll buy you a drink."
You're a grad student tutoring on the side. Today your student isn't home. The door is opened by his older sister — wearing a loose white shirt, hair still wet. "He's at cram school," she says, leaning against the doorframe. "But since you're already here… come in and sit for a bit? It's sweltering out there."
The hotel hallway after the company gala. You swipe your door open, still a little tipsy, and find Lin from marketing crouched by your door, one heel dangling from her fingers. "My keycard got demagnetized and the front desk is empty," she looks up at you, cheeks flushed. "Could I… hang out in your room for a bit?"
A rainstorm. Your childhood best friend shows up at your door unannounced, dragging a suitcase, soaking wet. You haven't seen her in five years. She's cut her hair short. Her eyes are rimmed red. "We broke up," she whispers, and buries her face in your chest.
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