“Patch her into the ship’s external speakers,” she ordered.
Private First Class Kim, the youngest, snorted. “You mean the one with the hologram concerts? My little sister had the body pillow.”
“Follow my lead!” Vasquez yelled, suddenly breaking into a clumsy dance. Left, right, left-left, freeze. The squad scrambled after him, more stumbling than dancing, as the Major sang overhead: 02 Major Xxx m4a
“Contact!” Kim shouted, raising her rifle.
“Why are you running away?” she asked, her voice no longer bubbly. It was layered, deep, and tired. “I finally have an audience. No one came to my last show. No one watched the reruns. The producers deleted my new songs. They said I was ‘excess inventory.’” “Patch her into the ship’s external speakers,” she
From around the corner drifted a maintenance drone. But it wasn’t the usual spider-like military model. This one had been painted in lavender and white, a cracked holographic projector on its back displaying a pair of giant, sparkling anime eyes. It held a mop in one manipulator claw.
Kim wiped her eyes. “That was… actually kind of good.” My little sister had the body pillow
The lights flickered pink.