They wore no visible scars but what hid beneath the facade of perfection was a retched sight that would churn the bellies of any sane person.
It made me smile once more at the creativity and cruelty of humanity.
"Can you see them?" i asked. And no one uttered a word back. I turned around to examine my priceless pieces.
Mellisa.
Faith.
Amber.
Anastasia.
Daisy.
Beatrice.
Candice.
And the lady at their front, Alwyn.
Of course there were millions more of them along the eons but resurrecting the whole lot of them would be boring.
After all, they were nothing but lines and circles programmed inside the data of computers. It was much more fun to search and play with new ones.
But this 8 were the best among them all and seven of them had shared the first meaningful century of my l
