![]() Still, none of that was the same as hearing it from someone who had already gone through the process. They had had classes, seen diagrams, been given instructions. “What’s it like?” Even asking it, she knew it was a somewhat foolish question. “You’ve produced already, right?” she asked her. When you birth it.” The girl pointed to her bulging belly. “They don’t want you to see the Product when it comes out of you. “I don’t seem to be able to converse, do I? I keep repeating what you say. “Blindfold?” she had asked in astonishment, then laughed apologetically. They were not supposed to discuss this among themselves. “It’s a blindfold, actually.” She was whispering. “Well, it’s not really a mask,” the young woman seated on her left corrected herself, and took another bite of the crisp salad. “Mask?” she had asked in surprise, almost chuckling at the strange image. ![]() One of the other Vessels had described it to her at lunch a month before. It felt grotesque and unnecessary, but she didn’t object. ![]() The young girl cringed when they buckled the eyeless leather mask around the upper half of her face and blinded her. ![]()
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