Year 2092
"Write and quit", number 6 quietly hissed. She sat there watching the software save to a file, slowly becoming aware that the news was on. It was droning on about some horrible thing or another that was happening outside of her small world. She turned...
2092 start of a completely normal day
6 slowly moved her left hand down 5's bony back, running her pointer finger along the bottom edge of her ribcage. 5 returned the attention by tightening her embrace grinding her cloaca even harder against the forward rounded edge of 6's right leg pit....