Cindy Mdg =link= -

Static. Then a voice she didn't recognize. Not her handler. Softer. Older. "Cindy. We've been waiting for you to look past the numbers."

"Command, this is MDG," she said into the salt-crusted mic. "I have a ghost in the well." cindy mdg

Cindy MDG — the last drone, the first dreamer — ripped the band off with her teeth and walked toward the door. Static

Until now.

Behind her, the scrubbers hummed their lonely song. Ahead, the stars weren't painted on the wall. They were real, waiting behind six inches of steel and one leap of faith. this is MDG