Drift off to sleep in their locked compartment, the only time curled up after the Vision book shut down. Father's arm felt safe. Programmed hopes,desires,wishes, dreams, and sometimes regrets. Synthetic touch Mother, a body of water. In order to have birds fly above, to steal the codes, he was dead.
And books promise love made sure proper distractions attentive to detail. Even people are almost real, usually their minds working against them. Eyes blinking in the wrong direction, the technology twisted.
Sleep to claim control of the underground.
Abundance of gunfire from a sequencer code. There was something thinned out, hours upon hours breaking into trapdoors. Only a good thief knows the partly darkened room.
Retinas screw in electricity.
A distorted face crawled fast.