You are a copy of my husband’s soul, trapped within… Oh my! Shelly glanced over her shoulder at Sonia as they trudged through the washed-out landscape. And if they failed, their entire existence could end. The world went from washed-out to over-colorized in a matter of seconds. The end was so close! “Jessica is not part of my family, so I can’t see her,” the woman said. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t infer information. I wanted to make sure you knew how thankful I am.”
Sonia stopped walking and regarded her for an uncomfortable moment. If she had a face, Jessica couldn’t make it out. She focused on placing one foot in front of the other, eyes locked on Sonia’s back. I’ve added a subroutine to my programming to identify that sensation, and for now, it won’t interfere. She could trap beings of immense power and bend them to her will.
