digitaldiscipline ◾ ◾ Work in Progress [Writing]

So, as previously mentioned, I'm working on a collaborative novel with AJ Aalto. Here's a bit of flashfic set in the same continuity, which may find its way into my contribution.

"I should have been nicer."

"To him? Or to her?" Moixa gave the impression of only half-listening, and I looked like I wasn't paying any attention at all. Both of us, of course, were listening intently. We'd learned through long practice that people talked more freely when they were mostly doing it to think with their mouths open.

"To everyone, probably." Erzabet sighed and looked at her bracelets, probably envisioning plasti-strap cuffs that wouldn't have done as much to restrain her movements as her presence on board the station was doing already. "I was such a bitch, especially to Vlad." She gestured absently at the 'bot that was currently decommissioned on the workbench.

::Nobody gives a fuck about what the 'bot thinks.::

The fact that I'd thought that so often that I didn't even give a shit any more was an irony that was so old, it had rusted through.