I m a Slave 4 U
The text pops up on my phone, apparently just a minor distraction in a sea of meetings and presentations and team-building exercises. But when she looks at it, it says, ‘Unit 4U is called into service.’ And then Haley Keene goes away for a while, and I emerge. I text back, ‘Unit 4U acknowledges service call,’ and sink into stillness to await further instructions. While I do, I access Haley’s memories of the time since I last emerged from the depths of her mind. I see that we are attending a...