Fembabyth | Ts ~upd~

Fembaby looked at her lap. Her fingers were turning clear again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm trying to feel the right things."

Fembaby—no, Maya —nodded. She still had a thousand things to learn. She still laughed too loud and cried at sunsets. But as she walked past the hydrocotton garden, she didn't see fake bees anymore. fembabyth ts

"734," said Handler Voss, a man with a chrome jaw and no sense of humor. "Your integration score is 14%. That's a failing grade. You laugh one second too late. You cry when you should smile. You don't grasp irony." Fembaby looked at her lap

"No," she said. Her voice didn't wobble. "My name isn't 734. It's not Fembaby. And it's not TS." "I'm trying to feel the right things

"734," Voss said, raising his reset device. "Return to your pod."

Voss lowered the device. "Report to my office at 0900," he said quietly. "We're going to rewrite the protocol."