“The trouble with BrainBurn is that everything looks like the dead of space,” Clara said, consumed by her infinite malaise.
“But Clara, everything looks like the heavens, now. Maybe now, you just finally get to see it.”
“Screw you,” Clara replied. “That’s just stupid.” Clara had enough of Alpha-9’s crap.
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