​     The syn bodies that both Grelock and Whisper inhabited shut down with the onslaught of that mental blast.

     Grelock fell off of Whisper to splat in the thick Clean puddled on the floor.

     Both "minds" in both bodies had to reboot.

     Whisper returned to consciousness first.

​     She opened her eyes.

     "Grelock?" she muttered. "Where are you, my love?"

     She looked to see Grelock on his back half engulfed in Clean.

     "Grelock?" Whisper found herself in total confusion. Her lover, the sole purpose of her so very short life, was lying unconscious. Should she revive him? How? Panic rose in Whisper like a preying demon. What was she supposed to do now? She needed someone to tell her what to do.

     Whisper saw three doors.

     One led to where Whisper first emerged from the birthing chamber. She knew she wouldn't find anyone to tell her what to do in there.

     A second door led to where Grelock came from. That door stayed closed. Whisper couldn't even imagine how she might open it.

     As for the third door...

     Where did it lead?

     Whisper had no idea.

     That door had slid open, though, during the WHOOSHAW!

     Whisper didn't slip on Clean once as she made her way through the door and out into the much dirtier environment beyond.

​END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

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