A Brutten appears with a small case in her hand. She has blondish hair and blue eyes. She is pouting. The Brutten really wanted "Ice cream."
"Alright where is it? Stupid Treble and her puzzles. Why can't she accept, that sister is gone," She talks to herself.
That sister is gone, meaning about Treble's. Or that sister meaning both of theirs. I am not sure. My creator asks:
"I thought her name is May. Who is Treble?"
She looks at us. Then explains, "That is my twin sister. May is her real name. I don't like it. So I call her Treble. We are Bass and Treble! You got that readers!"
What a nutcase. She laid down the case in her hand.
"NUTCASE! You [Censored] writer. How dare you. [Censored] come here and say it to my face," She yells.
Alright. She can read thoughts like a Ellicausan. What is going on? Wait a moment. She's May's twin. She'll know about the other sister.
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Intelligence
General FictionA short, side story about a machine waking into life. Short events play out as she ponders. What awaits for her?
