Literature
My Child, My Mirror
Spock sat quietly in his office, reading a essay for one of his classes. 12:13 p.m., he was eating his lunch of fruit and a bowl of soup he brought from home, when his com lit up with a request for video message.
Sender: Hudson Academy.
The words were surprising. The children attended there, and while he had received numerous messages from them in the past, they were never live feed. Updates on school programs, ‘fun’ fairs, field trips. Never live feeds.
“Accept,” He set his lunch aside, well out of view of the screen. The message loaded and he was faced with a woman with wide brown eyes and blond hair tied up in a
