Ten
The Prototype
The next morning, Alice poured herself some sugar flakes and chocolate milk. She scooped her sugary breakfast into her mouth as she let the stream filter content to her.
“Another Empyrean cell overseas has been killing our soldiers for sport, sharing the videos online—”
Alice changed the stream impatiently.
“Birth control makes women unattractive and crazy—”
“What the hell?” She swiped again.
“The movement #EmpyreanRights is the new mania of political correctness—”
Alice slurped the milk out of her bowl and threw the bowl and spoon into the sink.
“Hey, are you gonna wash that?” Elsa rolled out of bed.
“Later,” Alice said, groggily.
“Bless your future partner.” Elsa sighed, went into the bathroom, and shut the door. Through the door, Alice heard a muffled “Aw, c
