In between worlds, there is a bar.
In the bar, at the moment, there is a woman sitting at a table. She's scribbling in a notebook. Extant phrases include "abortion=surrogacy?" and "add sterile mosquitos to malarial areas"
In between worlds, there is a bar.
In the bar, at the moment, there is a woman sitting at a table. She's scribbling in a notebook. Extant phrases include "abortion=surrogacy?" and "add sterile mosquitos to malarial areas"
She un-musses the slight musses her hair and clothes acquired when she had a minor quasibreakdown at Keturah's (with a spell, not a miracle, no point in wasting juice and it's not like Fred can tell the difference) and says, "Ready."
Okay.
Got to get this right.
You only get one chance to make a first impression.
"People of Earth," she says, her voice suitably regal, her face perfectly composed. "My name is Christina Theodora. Over the past weeks, I have made myself known to you in deed. Today I come to make myself known to you in word. To explain my true nature, who and what I am."