A power? [ Marta asks with a nose wrinkle. Does she mean like a superpower? What in the absolute fuck? Like the time-traveling wasn't bad enough! Marta wants to rub her temples in the hope of waking up from this weird-ass nightmare she's clearly having, but part of her knows she's not sleeping. The feeling of the drugs in her system, for one, and she's not sure her imagination could've come up with this horrid haircut she's sporting at the moment.
God. They cut her hair. Why did they cut her hair? ]
Everything is digital and no one is anonymous. Okay. [ A sigh. Okay. This is really happening, isn't it? ]
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God. They cut her hair. Why did they cut her hair? ]
Everything is digital and no one is anonymous. Okay. [ A sigh. Okay. This is really happening, isn't it? ]
How long have you been here?