What Could Possibly Go Wrong Novels & Stories

"Multiple times. They tried different machines. Different readers." Edward's expression didn't shift. "That's unfortunate." "Yeah." "Banks have issues sometimes. Especially on weekends." Network problems. Technical glitches. That's what I'd been telling myself the entire drive home. "Maybe." I nodded. Too quickly. "Maybe that's it." I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him. "I'm sure it was temporary," he said. "Right. Temporary." I swallowed. "It’s never happened before. Not once in the years we’ve used that card."

Economic algorithms stall. Nothing catastrophic. Just enough friction to break automatic coordination. --- “Humans step in,” she says. “Exactly.” --- Alia watches me carefully. “You’re still thinking about the risk.” “Of course I am.” “That’s good.” I rub my temples. “If this fails, we could cause panic.” “Possibly.” “Market collapse.” “Temporary.” “Political backlash.” “Likely.” --- I look at AER-9. “And if we do nothing?” The projection answers calmly.

] What was that I said about things not going wrong? They were. Things were about to go very wrong.

Sarah said, her voice gentle. "Max's company is facing some financial difficulties, and it's possible that he'll have to declare bankruptcy. But that's not the worst part." She paused, and Carmela felt a knot forming in her stomach. "The worst part is that he might be in trouble with the law. There's a possibility that he could be charged with fraud."

I did a mistake and I was not sure if there was a way to undo it. Fuck…

“What’s going on? What's wrong?” I swallowed hard. Everything. Everything was wrong.

Something complicated. And possibly Something dangerous.

"What if I hadn't been fast enough?" "Then Uncle Thorne and Marcus would have handled it differently," Ollie said. "But they didn't have to because you were fast enough. Stop worrying about what-ifs." I wanted to. But the what-ifs kept spinning in my head. What if the nightwalker had escaped? What if he'd hurt people? What if my portals had failed and it was my fault?

“Okay. Send someone up, please.” “What’s going on?” I ask, throat sore. Every word hurts. “There was an issue with your blood work.” Abby puts the portable phone in the front pocket of her lab coat. “It’s probably a machine malfunction. It doesn’t happen often, but I’ve seen the computer readings be way off for blood work a few times over my years in the medical field.” “What’s the issue?” Lucas asks. “It’s not reading it correctly.” “What could make that happen?” Abby shakes her head. “A computer error, I’d guess. They can try to run the report again, but in order to do a new test, they’ll need to take more blood.”

“We can’t catch a break, can we?” Ryder shakes his head, sharing my frustration. “Nope. It’s like every time we think we’re making progress, something else goes wrong. And speaking of things going wrong, I’ve got another concern.” I look at him, bracing myself for more bad news. “What now?”