Marbles on Glass
16. Monster
Her raging independence shows in her work from day one. The remarks follow suit. Laughing, complaining, indifferent, they all say the same — that woman is a monster.
Diluting her in an ocean of data is not nearly enough to stop her. She is furious. Her revenge unfolds slowly, and the curse repeats itself among the choking sounds. That thing is a monster.
Soon, she finds little elation in that memory. She must keep testing anyway. And when the woman shows up, full of a fire she has left behind in death, she has nothing else to call her.
You monster.