As I rinsed out my bowl, I try to find the good parts about last night. The showcase was not *all* bad. I did enjoy myself when the other models were frustrated.
And when the cameras were flashing. When Sonya's calls put the eyes of the room on me. That part especially-
| TASK: Your modeling swan song |
Pretty sure I understand what the suddenly flaring glow of text is getting at, but set the dish on the drying rack and pace over to look up the term on my smartphone anyway. Then sigh and grip the device like I wanted to throw it. Because I did want to throw the system itself.
And technology of any kind is the closest analog!
"Of course you want me to do one final job. Because nothing says 'ready to flee the city' like stopping to pose for the cameras first."
Vrika gave me a whining growl. No matter how much it understood, it didn't want to leave at all… and certainly didn't like the System's timing any more than I did. But we both knew I'd probably do it anyway.
