Sitting there, underneath the console was a familiar bag. It had been there when she arrived, untouched, as if someone had simply left it there ( Read more... )

In her three months on the Island, D’Anna had made the same walk more times than she had cared to keep track of. She’d ignore the paths and follow the stream that led away from the large waterfall, continuing to hug the bank, listening to the water as it rushed by. It was never the same stream she saw before; always changing, but always calming ( Read more... )

...whether we fail or pass the test, is up to us.Standing in a reverent silence, D’Anna wondered how long it took for the consensus to be made, if any of the other models had even a moment’s hesitation before casting his or her vote in deciding the fate of her entire line. The more she thought about it, the less sure she was about actually wanting ( Read more... )

'fore Mal knew it, 'twas Saturday 'lready, which meant 'twas high time for the meetin' with other space folk. Fortunately, Mal had a hell o' a crew t' depend on n' e'erythin' he'd needed done for the meetin' had managed t' get done by some manner 'r 'nother. Though he hadn't been plannin' on lettin' anyone that didn't happen t' be crew inside o' ( Read more... )

"We tried everything. She didn't respond." Boomer said, though even then, Hera was calming, her cries silencing as her mother picked her up. From the other side of the crib, Boomer frowned, arms stiffly at her sides. This didn't make sense.

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