Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve. (Just don't interrupt her when she's repairing her robots.)
Prescilla
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Rhea
Rhea, in the garden, alone…
Inka
Inka, aware of the Minders for several years now and long past cycling through self-doubt (am I dreaming? high? crazy?), had simply accepted their presence, and the fact that no one else seemed to be able to see them, as a novel fact of her life. For the most part, they just floated around, though it was clear from the get-go that they gravitated toward populated areas…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
Lyssa