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Any movement ahead of us?”
“Nothing on this level.”
“Anything above?”
His motors whirred. “Maybe.”
I had fallen into the dreams. It was easier there. Nothing made any sense in reality. And it hurt. Everywhere I looked it hurt. Dreams didn’t hurt. Compared to the new world, dreams were old friends that didn’t die, unlike real ones.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you be more specific?”
“No, something is blocking my sensors beyond twenty meters.”
“Activate stealth,” I ordered.
“Really?” His motors whined.
“Do we have to go through this every time?”
“It’s a terrible drain on my batteri—”
Sota received the look I reserved for assholes and disobedient drones everywhere.
Shoot the Messenger, Pippa DaCosta
“Nothing on this level.”
“Anything above?”
His motors whirred. “Maybe.”
I had fallen into the dreams. It was easier there. Nothing made any sense in reality. And it hurt. Everywhere I looked it hurt. Dreams didn’t hurt. Compared to the new world, dreams were old friends that didn’t die, unlike real ones.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you be more specific?”
“No, something is blocking my sensors beyond twenty meters.”
“Activate stealth,” I ordered.
“Really?” His motors whined.
“Do we have to go through this every time?”
“It’s a terrible drain on my batteri—”
Sota received the look I reserved for assholes and disobedient drones everywhere.
Shoot the Messenger, Pippa DaCosta
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