If you're young enough, I suppose a gift of one whole day, twenty four hours, is no small thing. If you're old enough, it is a thing beyond price. Even if you're just, sort of, middling, it is a donation from the Gods that boggles the imagination to conceive what it might mean, and how it might be used. This is how one man was able to use it. His name is Steve Cattlett, but for many reasons, everyone knows him as Cat. This story begins thirty five years ago in a world gone mad, where most people in the western hemisphere measure their life expectancy in days or hours, as death rained from the sky...