Tayla Mallow-Spears

Eyes of R-GyS

R-GyS watched from all angles through wide lenses and static grain. The vast warehouse was starkly lit by the buzzing fluorescents above. The shadows were sharp, stained yellow like aging wallpaper. It was late, and the isles were practically vacant save for a few sparsely scattered wanderers. Humans were typically more skittish at night, moving in small herds of three to four. Some pushed carts full of goods. Another struggled to carry just as much in his arms alone. R-GyS watched small boxes appear around each face. He measured their features in proportion to one another, and each summoned an associated file.