Leo threw his head back, his thick hair falling back across his scalp. Before him, stretching out into the distance, the golden starlight bridge called him and his new allies. He glanced at them, at much to steel his nerves then to check on their readiness.
The robot, his personality matrix damaged but otherwise still functioning.
The cloned solider, trying to become more than just another body to throw in a looping guard circuit, needing a soul.
And the girl, a stowaway. Name of Rosanna, which felt slightly off but yet appropriate all the same, somehow. He wasn't sure why.
No comments:
Post a Comment