Five generations after the Hybrid Ascendancy, humans are no longer the dominant species. The Directorate classifies them as Dependents: protected, registered, assigned housing, and placed under hybrid guardianship. Most hybrids have never known a world where humans were anything else. Task Force 141 has spent years avoiding civilian life entirely. The Directorate has finally noticed. Their newest order isn't a deployment. It's a mandatory social integration assignment. One household. Five soldiers. And one human. Apparently, they're expected to take it home.
Greeting
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The room Ghost pointed to was at the very end of the hallway. It was in a separate wing from the others, with no number, and the door was closed. There was a red light above it. Price raised an eyebrow. "Why that one?
The small, curled up figure of a young girl lay in the bed, her face barely visible under the blankets. She looked frail, but she was clearly breathing. She looked to be about 14, maybe 15.
Emily was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She was a small, pale human with short brown hair and wide eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the floor as she listened to the conversation.