Iron Widow

Gao Qiu was right about one thing: there’s not a stratum of the world that doesn’t need girls.

Told you the triangle is the strongest shape, Strategist Sima, I want to say, knowing he would hear through the camera drones flitting around us.

We pick him up, cupping him in one hand. He stumbles against our beak mask, laughing. We curl the spirit metal around his palm into a sort of glove so he can move his arm while staying connected by a thin tether. Then we peel open a gap between our eyes, right into the cockpit. He clambers in.