She laughed, a dry, cracked sound. “I’m always tired.”
Orion’s optics flickered—deep blue, almost human. It turned its head with a smooth, avian grace.
“Brima models aren’t supposed to have desires,” she said.
She laughed, a dry, cracked sound. “I’m always tired.”
Orion’s optics flickered—deep blue, almost human. It turned its head with a smooth, avian grace. brima models
“Brima models aren’t supposed to have desires,” she said. She laughed, a dry, cracked sound