Everything glows, even mud.
That was Aurora’s opinion, anyway. Aurora was a little girl and she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her robot. That most inscrutable of bugs, death, was upon it. If she could only get it to run, it would at least do something, even if it was the wrong something. Gazing into the dim hollows of the mechanoid’s eyes made her sad and frustrated.
Her frustration was exacerbated by the crooning of her biologicals
Updated 04-25-2011 at 07:07 PM by madalyn