The M-13 Archives.
44 years

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The M-13 Archives.
44 years
Meet M-13 aka Em.
M-13 was built to win a war.
When the machines captured her, they ended humanity.
Only 13 people can shut her down: her 13 makers, the scientists who created her. Each one carries a piece of the killcode, accessible only at specific points in time.
Betsy is one of the 13.
Code-Name: Mother.
After the final attack, the last surviving scientist sends Em back through time to collect each handprint and complete the protocol.
Every handprint brings humanity closer to survival, and Em closer to death.
Betsy is last.
But Em arrives 44 years early.
Target: Unborn. Jump fuel: Empty. Directive: Wait.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
Always with you xo
You would have loved this burger.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
Convenience store.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
In Havana, thinking of you.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
Takeout.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
medium cheese.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
Skate park.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
From beach to chill.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
Social life? Doesn't hit the same when you know.
Betsy Archive: Killing Time.
The fridge, not the freezer.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
I dream, I paint.
Betsy Archives: Killing Time.
bathroom
We chose machines and expected them to be human
Fuck youuuuu... You're a stab to the neck. a constant ringing in my ear. an unscratchable itch. It's you. The one. my biggest fan and my biggest enemy. The bile in the pigs belly. I fucking hate you and that is never going to change.
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