Bad Girl

—–

She-he was still experimenting with form, but had decided to be a she at least. For now. And the little zombie bear Stitches might be a keeper. And the pins — hence Penny. Not Al Mobile. Penny Mobile. Penny Something. Penny Lincoln?

“Penny Lincoln?” she tested aloud to her new doll. No response. “Is your throat all right now?”

“No.”

—–

“Time to see what’s in the crate, Stitches”

“I… can’t breathe.”

“Ahh, Stitches. The magenta cube-sim. The ultimate Second Lyfe goal.”

She sat on the cube and remembered everything.

“Stitches. I was killed!” But the doll heard nothing.

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