Tag: sci-fi

  • Futuristic Love

    Futuristic Love

    “The square root of 725,904 is 852.” “That is correct,” Naya’s mother beamed. “It is no surprise that you gain intelligence with each new day. It is your destiny.” Naya lifted her right hand to her chin and then moved it downward, toward her mother; a gesture meaning “thank you,” which she had recently learned…