The handles appeared when she thought about them, and when she was tired and wanted to rest, they disappeared back into the base of whatever it was that was holding her up. tube8 Her father argued against that, as his new creation had not learned anything that would help her survive in the hostile world below. It was very brightly lit. “You are unique, and your name should also be unique.”
“I guess… if you say so,” Hethemtima replied. “Focus, child,” a soft, but strong voice said from somewhere very near. She and her siblings were the actual life-energy that made up the living machine. She couldn’t open it. ‘I have a brother?’ she inquired, still feeling detached, but mildly curious. As a result, they had hunted him down and hung him on a cross, the popular method of execution at the time.
