At What Cost
Beep beep beep. Good morning, Charlotte. It’s 23 September 2043, 5h00. A beautiful sunny day in Simpleton today. In half-asleep aggression, Charlotte slaps the device. The curtains draw on queue, boasting blue skies partly shielded by glass monsters towering over the metropolitan jungle. Sliding off the silk, she strolls to the kitchen, her fur slippers squeaking on the … Read more