In The Shadow Of The Hardfork (2/2)

As the Steemit situation escalated to a climax, I became ever more desperate... Did I survive? Did we survive? Read on for the exciting conclusion to this thrilling Hardfork series...

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I entered the house and walked into the lounge. The good lady looked up.

Where have you been? I was looking for you.

I turned to her, my face haunted.

I went for a walk... outside...

She looked perplexed as if I had bought a packet of microwavable rice.

And how was your... walk?

I threw my coat down and whimpered.

It was awful! It was windy and at one point water fell out of the air and soaked me and then my legs got sore and then I got lost and there was all this green stuff everywhere. Under my feet and growing into the sky?!

You went to the park then? It does look a bit miserable outside.

I sighed like a shaggy dog given diet biscuits.

It was awful.

The good lady shook her head.

You are a sorry state aren't you, no word on Steemit?

I scrunched my face at her and made a snerfing noise.

Can't be long, I am sure.

She said optimistically like someone waving their beloved off on the Titanic.

Later that afternoon the good lady breezed into the lounge which was rapidly becoming my Prison. I was sitting on the couch with a book in my hand.

Whatcha up to?

She said merrily as if Steemit wasn't down and the world was normal.

I looked up and waved feebly at the book in despair.

I don't know?!

I wailed.

I thumped the book down.

How can people live like this? Reading books? On paper? It stinks and there aren't any pictures? Tell me, how do you people survive?

The good lady shook her head sadly.

I don't know darling. We just do. You know, like you used to? Before...

I threw the book on the floor, my eyes red-rimmed and crusty.

Before?! BEFORE?! There was never a before. You hear me, never!!

I broke out into great big heaving sobs.

The good lady nodded sadly.

I can't bear to see you like this. I just can't. Let me help you? Will you? Will you let me help you?

I nodded frantically.

Please... Please help me?

She pulled her hands out from behind her back. She had a pillow. Holding it out, she walked toward me.

Lie back darling. It's better this way.

I looked at the pillow and realised her intent.

Yes. Yes, you are right. Do it.

I lay back and she stepped close, raising the pillow to place over my face. I mentally prepared myself. Let this be over...

My phone pinged a notification sound. I recognised it as Steemify.

Stop! Hang on!

The good lady stopped the pillow's descent.

I grabbed my phone to check what had happened. Someone had posted on Steemit. It was back!! I quickly checked my Mana in Steemd. It was back. Everything was working, sort of!

OMGZle baby! You don't need to end my pitiful existence anymore lass, Steemit is back, I'm back. I'm back in the game!

The good lady frowned.

Oh, oh well then. That's good, I suppose.

She trudged off to put the pillow back on the bed upstairs.

I smiled at her retreating back before my smile faded slightly. Had she looked... disappointed?

No. Surely not?...