alice left storm city without looking back. thunder and lightning boomed and shook behind her. “we’re all dead, plague ” she whispered into the igod in her hand. it was a new one, recording everything around it in 3d, uploading to personal website where you could pay to experience her life.
“let’s play master and servant,” echoed from the earbuds. she was bored again so she’d invent interest. midget machine dog followed her around. it’s eyes were going bad; they’d short circuit sometimes, flashing blue.