Abby woke to find Old Liv staring at her from the entryway of the tent. “Trouble?” she mouthed. To either side of her, there was a Liv, sound asleep.
Liv-Old shook her head. “Just… It always surprises me,” she murmurs, “how young you are. But you’re younger than most of them, I think. You haven’t been in here long at all, have you?”
“No.” Abby didn’t want to wake up her Livs. She considered the way they were all laying and, after a moment, sat up slowly, and moved to the front of the tent, finding that she could sit cross-legged and keep one knee touching each of her Livs. “It’s still weird, sleeping in the mall, for me. But at least, uh. The robot people gave us a bath?”
Liv-Old snorted. “Yeah. I went about a month without a bath during my first year or two because I was being squeamish. Same with food. After a while-” Continue reading