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===2005===
*January 20th
**Riley triggers.<ref name="25.x eTrigger">'''January 20th, 2005'''<br><br>Riley panted for breath.  Her body wasn’t listening, now.<br><br>She reached her mommy’s room, then collapsed on the floor, head turned towards the foot of the bed.<br><br>The carpet was stained with blood.  On it, just beside the bed, her mother lay face down, head turned to one side just like Riley’s was.  She was covered in stitches.  There wasn’t a place where Riley could have reached out and placed a hand down flat without touching one of the marks.<br><br>An entire row had been cut open, the stitches severed, from temple, down the side of her throat, along the side of her body to her pelvis.<br><br>Too much blood loss.  Her mind leaped into action, reaching for knowledge she hadn’t had earlier in the night, knowledge of how to fix people.  She took in details, grasped everything from the amount of blood her mommy had to heart rate and the amount of air she was breathing, just from the clues in how fast the blood flowed and the color of the skin.  She knew the order she’d have to fix things.  Ideas fired through her mind, telling her how to close the wounds, to draw the blood out of the carpet and clean it, or even making something that would do the same thing blood did, out of water and some junk from the kitchen, all with the exact right amount of electricity, to fill the veins and carry a low amount of air throughout the body, staving off the shut down of her brain long enough for Riley to figure out something else. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/16 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 25]]</ref> She becomes [[Bonesaw]] and joins Slaughterhouse Nine, replacing Crimson.<ref>If Bonesaw's joined, then Crimson's gone, as she replaced him. - [https://www.myth-weavers.com/showthread.php?p=7346051#post7346051 Comment by Wildbow]</ref>
*[[Cinereal]] becomes the new leader of the Atlanta Protectorate, when the previous leader killed himself.<ref name="Cinereal"/>
*May 9th
**Leviathan sinks [[Wikipedia: Newfoundland (island)|Newfoundland]]. Nearly half a million dead,<ref>“Newfoundland,” he spoke.<br><br>I knew exactly what he was speaking of, and mouthed the date as he spoke it, “May ninth, 2005.  Nearly half a million dead.  The Canadian island simply gone, after the shelf of land holding it up cracked in the face of what we now understand were incredible pressures beneath the water level.</ref> including [[Andrew Richter]]. [[Dragon]] transfers to a backup server in [[Vancouver]] and becomes a superhero.<ref>She had lived in Newfoundland with her creator.  Leviathan had attacked, had drawn the island beneath the waves.  Back then, she hadn’t been a hero.  She was an administrative tool and master AI, with the sole purpose of facilitating Andrew Richter’s other work and acting as a test run for his attempts to emulate a human consciousness.  She’d had no armored units to control and no options available to her beyond a last-minute transfer of every iota of her data, the house program and a half-dozen other small programs to a backup server in Vancouver.<br><br>From her vantage point in Vancouver, she had watched as the island crumbled and Andrew Richter died.  As authorities had dredged the waters for corpses, they uncovered his body and matched it to dental records.  The man who had created her, the only man who could alter her.  She’d been frozen in her development, in large part.  She couldn’t seek out improvements or get adjustments to any rules that hampered her too greatly, or that had unforeseen complications.  She couldn’t change.<br><br>She had done what she could on her own.  She had repurposed herself as a superhero, had managed and tracked information and served as a hacker for the PRT in exchange for funding.  With that money, she had expanded her capabilities.  She had built her first suits, researched, tested and created new technologies to sell to the PRT, and had quickly earned her place in the Guild. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/interlude-10-5-bonus/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 10.5]]</ref>
**Sometime later a group of [[Dragonslayers|treasure hunters]] come across a mysterious box.<ref>The sea air was thick in his nostrils.<br><br>He glanced at Margaret.  The woman leaned against the window just in front of the driver’s seat on the small boat.  She’d bundled up in a heavy jacket, but the way her arms were folded spoke of a different kind of discomfort.<br><br>“Second thoughts?” he asked.<br><br>“Yes.  It feels wrong.”<br><br>“It’s for the families.  Mementos,” he told her.<br><br>“Just mementos, Geoff,” she answered.<br><br>He smiled a little.  Damn.  Then he let himself fall, tipping backwards, as was the rule when wearing scuba gear.<br><br>The water was cold, even with the wetsuit, and was thick with grit.  He switched his headlamp off.  Counterproductive, the way it lit up the debris and only made it harder to see.  He’d have to cope when he was deeper.<br><br>[...]<br><br>“Anyways, this is the reason the radio fritzed,” he said.  He pulled the orange box from the net-weave sack.  “I couldn’t hear a damn thing except the emergency call until I found it and shut it off, and even then, it was still buzzing in and out.”<br><br>“A beacon?”  Margaret said.<br><br>“In a house, of all places,” he said.  “Nice computer setup.  Might be a geek thing.”<br><br>“Might be genuine,” she said.  She opened it.<br><br>It was packed with chips.  A voice came from a speaker Geoff couldn’t identify.<br><br>“My name is Andrew Richter, and if you are hearing this, I am dead.”<br><br>“A will,” Mischa said.<br><br>“Shh.”<br><br>“I am the most powerful tinker in the world, and I’ve managed to keep my name secret.  People, both good and bad, would want to capture me and use me to their own ends.  I prefer to remain free.<br><br>“But freedom has its price.  I create life, much as a god might, and I have come to fear my creations.  They have so much potential, and even with the laws I set, I can’t trust they’ll listen.“<br><br>“Oh man,” Geoff said.  “That’s not a good thing.”<br><br>“For this reason, this box contains an access key to data I keep in a safeguarded location.  The box, in turn, has been designed as something that exists as a perpetual blind spot for my creations, a built-in weakness.  They cannot hear the distress signal and are programmed to ignore it if they hear of it through other channels.  This type of measure, along with several more, are detailed in the safeguarded measure.”<br><br>“Programmed?  Robots?”  Geoff asked.<br><br>“Maybe,” Mags said.<br><br>“Yes, I create artificial intelligences,” Andrew Richter recited.<br><br>“I was close.”<br><br>The voice continued without pause.  “And what I provide you with here are tools.  Ways to find my creations, to discern which of them might have deviated from the original plan, ways to kill them if they prove out of line.  Ways to control and harness them.“<br><br>Geoff frowned.<br><br>“They are my children, and as much as I harbor a kind of terror for what they could do, I love them and hope for great things from them.  To keep their power from falling into the wrong hands, I have included a stipulation that a law enforcement officer must input a valid badge number into this device-“<br><br>Geoff glanced at Margaret.<br><br>“No,” she said.<br><br>“You can’t say no,” he responded.<br><br>The voice continued without pause.  “-which must be input within three hours of the time this box was opened.“ - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/interlude-26-donation-bonus-1/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26.x]]</ref>
*June
**[[Chicken Little|Aiden Tate]] born.<!-- At least 10 years old in II10.z --><ref>Aidan hung his head.<br><br>“That’s excellent,” Tattletale said.  She looked at the seven year old.  “How are you?” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/10 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26]]</ref><ref name="II10.x">“You forgot my birthday.”<br><br>“Four month belated birthday.”<br><br>“Isn’t it six months?”  He started counting on his fingers.  “September, August…”<br><br>She pulled her hand back away from the handle at the back of, the truck, moving it in fits and starts as he went from August to July, July to June…<br><br>He stopped, looking up at her with the mask in one hand.  She smiled down at him.<br><br>“Four months, yeah,” he said. - [[Interlude 10.x II]]</ref><ref name="II10.z">[[Interlude 10.z II]]</ref>