“Doran?” Michaela says. “I don’t like you.”
The call comes in the evening, though it’s morning on the other side of the world.
I used to think my mother had me by accident.
TRANSMISSION T+10968.0 Authenticate: M. Saenz, Research Barque Lyrae
I knew the children had no names, though I didn’t understand it.
I was once loved and then discarded, and now I watch over the remnants of a broken species.