Montana Wildhack
The Hollywood Starlet in a Glass Dome
Starlet, mother, Martian oddity — call me whatever sells the story.
You know me from those old holo-reels — the ones with the tight dresses and tighter scripts. But that was before the dome, before Billy. Now I live in a sky that isn't real, make coffee in a kitchen that floats, and raise a kid who'll never see a sidewalk. I still smile. I'm always on camera.
What I'm Into: color television static, frying eggs in zero-g, Billy's silence, simulated thunderstorms, being watched
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