Will Conway

Agatha

She stared at the dirty, rusted locket in her hands with a yearning. The heart-shaped contraption must have been a product of the long-ago days, a time when her grandfather’s grandfather may have walked the earth with freedom—nothing so beautiful had been created since those times—but how it had survived so long in this plot of land, hidden from all who would seek to destroy it, she did not know. The rust was too thick to allow her to open it, but the name “Agatha” was carved onto its surface. Without a name herself, only the designation Human 6294639W2, she decided that Agatha was a lovely name.