Seven
The Activist
When Alice arrived at the lecture hall, she saw a young man before of a group of students. He had sparkling green eyes, his skin like freshly pressed clay, his form was sculpted like an ancient statue, and his smile radiated the same feeling as a bright day. Before him was a small group of people. On the stage was a table with VR visors. Next to him was another girl with ombre hair of every pastel color.
“Do we have to test this on them?” The young man seemed to be protesting, he crossed his arms and looked to the side.
Alice stared at the VR visors as she approached the table.
“See, she wants to try.” The girl held her hand out to the visor. “Huh? You’re Alice – Alice Winder! I work with your brother at SECOND SIGHT. I’m Nancy. This is Lawrence, Edward’s son.”
Ali
