And I walked back into the city, carrying a ghost that wasn’t mine.
I stepped closer. Elyse didn’t flinch. I tilted her chin up with my fingers. Her skin was warm. Too warm. Feverish with data. A Little Agency - Laney Model 18 Sets.33
I felt the old ache behind my ribs. The one I’d been trying to reset out of myself for years. Because here’s the thing about working for A Little Agency: I’m not a full human either. I’m a Laney Model 7. Prototype. Designed for emotional recalibration of other synths. I have a fake heartbeat, manufactured tears, and a memory cache that I’ve had to wipe three times to stay sane. And I walked back into the city, carrying
“Who’s the client?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. The job order was sealed. I tilted her chin up with my fingers