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rainbowfic2015-01-23 11:42 am
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Entry tags:
On the Internet
Name: Clare
Story: robot rights
Colors: Antique Brass 6, The Internet has Everything.
Supplies and Materials: None, but I did use a Thimbleful Thursday prompt, icing on the cake.
Word Count: 217
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied horrible things
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (locked to RF members) and comes before She Has Her Reasons (on my journal).
“Hey,” said Lola, “your friend is on the Internet.”
“What?” Dylan leaned over the back of the couch to see what she was looking at. “What friend?”
“What friend do you think?” Lola pointed at her smart watch, then zoomed with her fingers so its hologram mode took effect and the screen appeared, large as life, in the air in front of them.
There, along with a few other photos of people he didn’t recognize, was Mo. The photo was a few years old, and clearly taken before whatever trauma she’d just escaped from—but there was yet more hollowness in her eyes, more pain in the twist of her lips, than when he’d last seen her in person, when they were students.
He scanned the text quickly. It described a major company’s neglect, the horror of many people being trapped in a small room for months, the anger when it was finally revealed that they were being kept there, the relief when they were released. Mo was one of them, but she was considered missing.
A lump thickened his throat as he tried to speak. “Don’t tell her we found this, all right?” He checked out the window to make sure Mo and Brooke weren’t back yet. “That would just be the icing on the cake.”
Story: robot rights
Colors: Antique Brass 6, The Internet has Everything.
Supplies and Materials: None, but I did use a Thimbleful Thursday prompt, icing on the cake.
Word Count: 217
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied horrible things
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (locked to RF members) and comes before She Has Her Reasons (on my journal).
“Hey,” said Lola, “your friend is on the Internet.”
“What?” Dylan leaned over the back of the couch to see what she was looking at. “What friend?”
“What friend do you think?” Lola pointed at her smart watch, then zoomed with her fingers so its hologram mode took effect and the screen appeared, large as life, in the air in front of them.
There, along with a few other photos of people he didn’t recognize, was Mo. The photo was a few years old, and clearly taken before whatever trauma she’d just escaped from—but there was yet more hollowness in her eyes, more pain in the twist of her lips, than when he’d last seen her in person, when they were students.
He scanned the text quickly. It described a major company’s neglect, the horror of many people being trapped in a small room for months, the anger when it was finally revealed that they were being kept there, the relief when they were released. Mo was one of them, but she was considered missing.
A lump thickened his throat as he tried to speak. “Don’t tell her we found this, all right?” He checked out the window to make sure Mo and Brooke weren’t back yet. “That would just be the icing on the cake.”
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