( [Private to Ai//unhackable] )

X whistles as he wheels the huge cardboard box full of other boxes (that are full of people) into Misery Square. He pauses, stops the wheeled dolly as if to take a break, wiping the sweat from his brow, and leaves the carton there, merging with the crowd of other people on their way to work this morning, changing his face, scent, everything he ( Read more... )