wasn’t a name her mother gave her. It was a designation stenciled onto a titanium wristband, just above her pulse point.
Cindy MDG — the last drone, the first dreamer — ripped the band off with her teeth and walked toward the door. cindy mdg
"Command, this is MDG," she said into the salt-crusted mic. "I have a ghost in the well." wasn’t a name her mother gave her