Day 91
There is the rustling sound of joints, freshly stretched and shifting in inaction. Beige suits, freshly rid of Rempli staining from Training, have been pulled over the repetitively shaped feminine bodies.
Unlike the first crowd, this crowd is poised, not a twitch seen amongst the rows of heads. Black, gray, golden, red: heads laid out as far as the eye could see. The skins all have a gray hue, long dead but smooth.
“It is now time to retire.” The recording booms. “The scan and review of your trained forms has been finished. We are assigning the commissions now. Some of you have shown exceptional progress.”
Colors gleam out of a red slit appearing in front of our face, morphing into other shades. Imogen sees her red darken and shift to green.
“These are your assigned loyalties now. A client has purchased each and every one of you from this …
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