Each carefully delineated block housed thousands, all encapsulated in towering, spiral buildings, just like hers. She knew that every window she saw looked in upon much the same room as she was in. A bed. A desk. Storage. All carefully moulded into the plastic of the pod, built in with soft, gent...
The first rays of a wet grey dawn were sneaking through the shutters, making the light of the lamp seem dim. Niku scrabbled and escaped once more from Benho's tickling fingers, scampering up onto the dining room table, sticking her tongue out and daring the man to chase her again. “Catch me if yo...