Mara felt the thread tightened. “You turned it loose.”
“I want what it wanted,” she told Hale. “To be free.” zxdl 153 free
In the end, perhaps that was what 153 had been when it chose to be free: not a weapon, not a god, but a pocket of contingency—an invitation to let the future surprise you. Mara felt the thread tightened
Mara felt the thread tightened. “You turned it loose.”
“I want what it wanted,” she told Hale. “To be free.”
In the end, perhaps that was what 153 had been when it chose to be free: not a weapon, not a god, but a pocket of contingency—an invitation to let the future surprise you.
