Running my biomechantronic fingers over my scab-studded human one, I consider whether it's time for another blood draw. My nano-monitors are edging into the orange territory on the anemia marker, but what good will a normal WBC count do me if we stall out on the highway and get our eternal soul data devoured by ferals?
After all, the High Queen of the BludDies is an old friend and sometimes lover, and I wouldn't want to disappoint her.
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Date: 2021-12-03 09:19 pm (UTC)After all, the High Queen of the BludDies is an old friend and sometimes lover, and I wouldn't want to disappoint her.
What happens when we arrive?