"How much do you love me, mommy?" a seven year old Ivy asked as her mother tucked her in for bed.
"To that table and back," Mrs. Stone laughed, referring to the nightstand a few feet away.
"No you don't. You love me this much," said Ivy spreading her arms as wide as they would go, "times a thousand!"
"And what else?" Mrs. Stone asked.
"You will never let anything bad happen to me."
"That's right, sweetheart." She kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Sweet dreams."
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The Color of Knowledge
Science FictionSaved from the end of the world by The Society; a small community 22,000 feet above Earth's surface, seventeen year old Ivy Stone lives with her parents and younger sister under its rule. After Ivy earns a position apart of the Exploration Unit, sh...
