In a listening post white noise hisses through the speakers. A doll in uniform scans the frequencies intently. Its been months since there has even been a whisper. It wonders if its comrades are well, if the mission is over. If anyone is coming for it, if they know it's here. It scans the frequencies again and again, each time with a little less hope that it hasn't been left behind.
- they(pl), it/its (d), fae/faer (n)
30-something absolute dipshit, still communist
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