"Great," Maggie said, slumping in relief. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without it. It'd be like going back in time to when people did without things as basic as running water or pasteurization." She'd heard Shaun and Becks mention the little smuggler villages along the border with Canada, and while she admired them in spirit something in her wanted to curl up and shriek at the idea of going without so many of her creature comforts voluntarily.
"I'm a blogger--a Fictional, specifically. I'm--I was, I suppose--the head of the Fictionals for After the End Times up until this morning. Short and long form fiction, poetry, porn, that sort of thing. Written entertainment." She shrugged philosophically. "I guess I'll be starting at the bottom of the slush pile again."