Cindy MDG — the last drone, the first dreamer — ripped the band off with her teeth and walked toward the door.
Behind her, the scrubbers hummed their lonely song. Ahead, the stars weren't painted on the wall. They were real, waiting behind six inches of steel and one leap of faith. cindy mdg
The Last Calibration
The voice returned. "The 'G' in your code doesn't stand for Generation, Cindy. It stands for Gateway." Cindy MDG — the last drone, the first