Literature
Many Seasons' Ch. 27
Ch. 27: Angst is Cliche, But Is Essential
The Present
She was just like every other child-bot. She tossed a plaything with them, tagged them, giggle with them. So numb. She listened to music that repeated itself. A moment... A moment... moment. Nightmares plagued her with memories. Every night, electrifying pats of assurance from her caretakers at the side of her face. They were pushing her away at every moment they expressed this "affection".
A moment, moment, moment.
One day, Evelyn realized that something was weighing down her hands. One heavy hand rubbed against the wall. Bump the hands, no feeling. Scrape it at roc- it didn