The In-Betweens: A is for Alice
A is for Alice. My name. Or what I would like to call my name. Instead, I'm just A, like the first letter in the alphabet. Unlike you, I don't have the ability to live. I'm locked in a cell, being picked and probed at. There are others of my kind, but where are they? I don't know. For now, it's just me. When genetica...