Author: Sparkle Butch

Thursday Louise took three Cogs as she sorted through her mail that morning, and was delighted to find a thick

“This one is only a Category One,” Sheila was saying, pointing to a mark on the map. Louise could see

Louise stretched her shoulder carefully, but it barely twinged now. Paradise Living might be oppressively posh in some ways, but

Penelope squinted at the screen. “Well, that’s a nice bit of work for someone who’s never coded in her life.

Wednesday Louise sat bolt upright in bed, saturated with cold sweat. Her heart was pounding as if she’d run up

Louise came to alertness with the sound of the bell/gong thing and immediately slid down the ladder from the roof

Tuesday “There’s your list,” Penelope said that afternoon, running a bunch of names up on the screen, each with little

Louise was beginning to wonder why she seemed to default to “waking up” on the roof of the castle. It

Louise racked her cybernetic brain (she was still coming to terms with that “cybernetic” part, though already having a replacement