Yeast «Tested»

The first sign of trouble was the Staten Island Ferry getting stuck—not on a sandbar, but in a massive, pale-gold floe of fermenting bubbles. By Tuesday, the Atlantic was foaming. By Friday, the "Crust" had formed. A mile-thick layer of aerated, rubbery dough now spanned from Jersey to Portugal.

When the heat subsided, the world was different. Shipping lanes had to be carved out with giant serrated saws. The "Great Atlantic Loaf" became the foundation of a new civilization. We didn't live on islands anymore; we lived on the Toast. The first sign of trouble was the Staten

Aris was hailed as a hero, though he never quite lost the guilt. He spent his retirement in a small cottage carved into the side of a sourdough cliff near the Azores, forever haunted by the fact that he’d saved the world, but made it forever gluten-intolerant. A mile-thick layer of aerated, rubbery dough now

Should we delve into the between the "Crust-dwellers" and the mainlanders, or perhaps explore the giant seagulls that evolved to eat the world? The "Great Atlantic Loaf" became the foundation of