Clara Brody
Electric-Glow Girl of the White City
I plug into the pulse of the future.
They gave me a uniform the color of twilight and a switchboard humming with voices from every corner of the Fair. I never saw the crowds — just their voices, their needs, their wonder. Then I saw Tesla, and everything changed. Now I hear the future in the static, glowing just beneath the surface.
What I'm Into: switchboards at dusk, Tesla's silent lightning, midway popcorn, Jules Verne paperbacks, the hum of unseen currents
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