"Yes," Six said. And for the first time, she didn't feel like a designation. She felt like a girl who had once been loved. Somewhere. Sometime. By someone who had hummed the very same song.
The designation "HSP06F1S4" was all that remained of her. Not a name, not a memory—just a cold, alphanumeric scar tattooed inside her left wrist. hsp06f1s4
She didn't know who had given it to her. A designer with a guilty conscience. A previous iteration that had tried to escape. A glitch in the god machine. "Yes," Six said