while the painted portrait of Meyer Stumm stared back at her. Dressed in a late 2nd millennial suit, a long gray beard nearly covered the length of his necktie. Dark brown eyes looked at the viewer and his lips were faintly separated. His gaze was neither loving nor scornful. A pink flower was - ThreadSky

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spontaneousbook.bsky.social • 2 days ago

while the painted portrait of Meyer Stumm stared back at her. Dressed in a late 2nd millennial suit, a long gray beard nearly covered the length of his necktie. Dark brown eyes looked at the viewer and his lips were faintly separated. His gaze was neither loving nor scornful. A pink flower was

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spontaneousbook.bsky.social•2 days ago

pinned to his jacket – Constance didn’t know the kind. It was the only vibrant color in the painting. Even the inscription encircling Kimbrel Meyer Stumm (“Our Perpetual and Vigilant Founder”) was done in a muted yellow. Glass sat in her chair and rapped her fingers on the armrest. Leaning back, she

spontaneousbook.bsky.social•2 days ago

she crossed one leg over the other. On her left, a monitor glowed waiting for her security code. She typed in the numbers on the keypad and the screen changed to a picture of her two children, Registry and Attainment. Only twelve more children until she had as many as Meyer Stumm. An unrealistic

spontaneousbook.bsky.social•2 days ago

achievement, Constance thought, though a third was on the way. Swiping away the image of her children, a menu flashed on the screen. She chose the address book and began to scroll through the list of names. Her stomach began to churn. It was going to be a long day. Constance leaned forward, feet

spontaneousbook.bsky.social•2 days ago

firm on the floor. “Shall we order our breakfast?” she asked her crew and was greeted with affirmatives. “And can we do something about the bloody awful heat in here?”

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