Fembaby looked at her lap. Her fingers were turning clear again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm trying to feel the right things."
Voss lowered the device. "Report to my office at 0900," he said quietly. "We're going to rewrite the protocol." fembabyth ts
When dawn came, Handler Voss found her in the archive. But she wasn't crying. She wasn't hiding. She was standing in the middle of the room, her fingers solid for the first time, her eyes no longer honey-colored but a fierce, muddy hazel. Fembaby looked at her lap