“Words would mean nothing, no profession of feelings he knew would never go away, no words of encouragement would ease any pain. But that touch meant they shared something, a loss only they could feel.” — N.M. Sotzek Copy Share Image
“Words would mean nothing, no profession of feelings he knew would never go away, no words of encouragement would ease any pain. But that… — N.M. Sotzek Copy Share Image
“I hate that guy.” He paused. “He got a fox already,” he muttered under his breath. “Everyone hates him. And we both know that… — N.M. Sotzek Copy Share Image
“Maria thought for a moment. “Are they slaves?” He shook his head but did not answer immediately. “They’re robots.” “Are they? I wonder sometimes.” — N.M. Sotzek Copy Share Image
