Raised By Metal
The end came sooner than expected, and not in the way they had prepared for. Natural cataclysms and nuclear holocausts had been narrowly avoided by the sudden and stinging collapse of the family. Mia O’Nosel had not been the first, but a picture of her grasping an open locket quickly tantalized and tormented the public. In it, she was holding someone’s hand, her big round eyes looking out, lost and oblivious, while a small portrait of her mother dangled, smiling against her chest.
Above The Pale Blue Dot
The message came through with its usual exuberant blip. Nothing incessant, just a single, almost celebratory sound before relying on the blinking green light to capture her attention. Robin watched the green light, deciding whether it was smart to listen to the message now or after the evening was over. If she left it, there was plausible deniability: there can’t be an “I told you so” if they hadn’t told her; but then again, Robin was never good at leaving things to the unknown.