“Awe, they’re snuggling,” Joy says. “I remember these.”
He approaches the Bio-Bears huddled together in the abandoned building. “They’re cowering.”
“They’re just old, broken toys.”
He looks over their scars. “They’re gen-gineered life. They were never toys.”
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