“What are you?” Leigh asked. “I’m your best friend,” Malava answered. She looked puzzled by the question. The two girls lay across from each other in the loft space above the living room at Malava’s house. All the lights in the house were off and they were huddled in sleeping bags on the floor, their…

The TV had been off for two hours, and Marietta’s mind buzzed, cells searching for sound to latch onto. The bright screen had become a nuisance. She had put it on when trying to mimic what she figured a normal person would do on vacation. Two episodes in, she realized no one was looking over…

  Occasionally, when I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, I pause and think: Thank god for cybernetics. When you’re looking at a body worth more than most people will ever earn in their entire lifetime, it’s hard for that thought not to cross your mind. I pity the rich fools–spending their paychecks on…