From 20550d52ab64fc52fd1abf2303d33cd2308f22cd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Admin Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2025 17:54:02 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Update Story - Oxford: Going with The Flow --- Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md b/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md index de818c0..e78a22a 100644 --- a/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md +++ b/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md @@ -204,7 +204,7 @@ She exhaled. “Copy that. Patch me into the Westside commons. Let’s get eyes ## Chapter Six: Faultlines and Frequencies -Tom wasn’t supposed to be there. He’d slipped through a side gate during one of the #OMN open assemblies in Jericho, not out of rebellion, more like curiosity gone feral. He was from the other side of the Wall, one of the college kids. Son of a civil engineer. Studied philosophy, though he rarely talked about it outside tutorial rooms. +Tom wasn’t supposed to be there. He’d slipped through a side gate during one of the #OMN open assemblies in Jericho, not out of rebellion, more like curiosity gone feral. He was from the other side of the Wall, one of the college kids. Son of a professor. Studied philosophy, though he rarely talked about it outside tutorial rooms. At first, he stuck out like a sore thumb: clean coat, soft hands, over-apologetic. A little too eager. People noticed. Some avoided him. Others mocked him. Leila ignored him, or tried to. She’d seen his type before: the college ones who came down “to help” with their whiteboard ideas and risk assessments. They asked questions like “How do you define community resilience?” while others were busy filtering floodwater or salvaging batteries.