The mother was gone. A crude X was drawn over her stick-figure face. The text read: “Mommy went to check the outer airlock. She didn’t come back. Daddy says she’s with the hum now. The hum is outside.”
“Daddy says we have to be quiet now. The sounds are getting closer. But it’s okay because DVAA is warm.” dvaa-015
“Unanimously?” Mara raised an eyebrow. The committee hadn’t agreed on the time of day since 2041. “That’s not reassuring.” The mother was gone