Celestial Weasel (celestialweasel) wrote,
Celestial Weasel
celestialweasel

Delivery of Irk for a Dr. Cray, sign here please

"Rausch," said the voice in Hollis Henry's cell. "Node," it said.

She turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating the previous evening's empty can of Ashai Draft, from the Pink Dot, and her sticker-encrusted Powerbook, closed and sleeping. She envied it.
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