Sena Ayanami Review

“The other girls,” Sena said, standing over her. “The ones in the dark tanks. They’re still alive.”

The door hissed open. Inside, a room the size of a hangar. Banks of servers hummed along one wall, their lights blinking in arrhythmic patterns. In the center, suspended in a cylindrical tank of amber fluid, floated a girl. sena ayanami

Not similar. Identical. The same storm-gray eyes, closed now. The same high cheekbones, the same small, unsmiling mouth. Wires ran from her temples into the ceiling. A label on the tank read: PROJECT ECHO. UNIT 07. “The other girls,” Sena said, standing over her

She smiled. It was an unfamiliar expression on that face. She decided she liked it. “The other girls