Only one of the plastic girls turns her head when the operative enters the room. She's the one. The operative approaches.
"Your intel kept me alive," she states.
"That is my function."
"But you did more than the other units. Why?"
She remains silent. She doesn't know the answer.
- he/him
[no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end][writer investigating worlds that don't exist]
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