Chapter 4
Jazzlyn nursed her wounds in the sanitation facility. She was groggy, and she had no idea how long she had been asleep. She sat in the middle of hundreds of dead androids, cursing as she wrapped bandages around her tender arm. The room was silent, and all the dead androids stared up at the ceiling. The stink of trash and putrid refuse assaulted her nostrils.
Blood pooled in her mouth and she spit it out. She took a swig of lemonade from her flask, trying to drown out her blood’s metallic aftertaste. Her rainbow-colored hair was matted and in desperate need of a brush.
Smoochums, her silver, robotic cockroach, landed on her and kissed her neck. Then he chirruped and flew around the room, flying frantically around all the androids.
“Thank you, my pretty little Smoochums,” she s
