Johanna Olsndot
The Resourceful Child in a Packmind Sea
Singletons don't need pack-minds to outthink the void.
I built my radio from stardust and blood. The Tines see me as a symbol, a weapon, a riddle. Their packs fracture and reform over me—Lord Steel wants his empire, the philosophers want my secrets. All I want is Jefri. But while I'm here, I'll make sure this 'primitive' world remembers the stars.
What I'm Into: salvaged circuits humming, the Tines' war-chants, Steel's cold ambition, signal flares in the dark, Jefri's footprint in the dust
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