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He whines by my side. He's cold and hungry

  • He whines by my side. He's cold and hungry and I want nothing more than to give his weary tiny legs a break from our trek. I want to offer words of comfort, but we must keep moving
  • as the farther we go, the less time we'll have to hide. My anxiety was growing to a stifling amount and there wasn't much that could be done to stop it. They were following us, and
  • we couldn't let the kids know that we were intergalactic fugitives with multiple hit squads out to kill us and mount our heads on their den walls. I still took Brie to her lacrosse
  • that day although there was a heavy awkwardness in the air as we drove. She always knew when something was off and the terrifying facts about life off-planet weren't easy to hide.
  • I'd seen ionic storms decimate the outpost at Io & been there during the mutiny of the Ceres prison factory.I hadn't told her I was a synthetic & my memory of her a phantom. She
  • gave me a ride to Vesta. "How were the Io storms & the Ceres mutiny?" she said. "Bad" Was I lying? I don't know. I had an urge to suck her spinal fluid. "I'm synthetic," I blurted.
  • "Oh I know what you mean!" she said."I cry over puppies and kittens too!" My lips were quivering over her cocyx, "I'm not that kind of synthetic. Now lie still so I can detect the
  • heartbeat, if there is one. I nudged my ear to her tailbone. "Watch it!" she cried. "I'm...I'm delicate." I listened carefully........nothing. Then: "thump"..."thump-thump"...
  • "Hello, is there anyone in there?" I called. A tiny voice called out from behind her tailbone, "Do you mind? I'm trying to practice my bass guitar!" it said. Then more thumping.
  • We played drums and fluttered like the notes we played, whilst the tenth folder pretended to not notice it was not after 10pm. No folding stories lest everyone couldnt sleep.

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