[023] Shrunk in the Wash
[This morning finds a small boy of around nine years old in the lobby; he's wearing a pristine white uniform with red trim and hasn't yet got his usual gold-rimmed glasses.
This is not the colony, that's for sure, and he's almost careful in his footsteps as he walks around the lobby. Is he dreaming? Is this an artificial simulation? Whatever it is, it's beautiful and he doesn't want to risk shattering the illusion by stepping too hard.
The journal is open on the couch nearby, but he doesn't notice and wouldn't pay it any mind even if he did. Recording Cain calling out tentatively to the air.]
Uh... excuse me? I think I'm lost. Again.
This is not the colony, that's for sure, and he's almost careful in his footsteps as he walks around the lobby. Is he dreaming? Is this an artificial simulation? Whatever it is, it's beautiful and he doesn't want to risk shattering the illusion by stepping too hard.
The journal is open on the couch nearby, but he doesn't notice and wouldn't pay it any mind even if he did. Recording Cain calling out tentatively to the air.]
Uh... excuse me? I think I'm lost. Again.