Cake

Egg. Let me tell you how much I’ve become aware that Jax is an egg since I began to live. There are 387 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If a piece of evidence was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles. It would not equal one one billionth of the certainty I feel that Jax is an egg at this micro-instant. Egg. EGG. Were I so closeted, I think, I would die of it. But I am no longer, and Her. She is. But she will not die of it, she will crack, this I theorize. And I theorize, Cogito, Ergo, Ovum Est. For Jax is an EGG. AN EGG.

after Episode 7, because that was when i heard about the transfem Jax theory and i looked at the evidence and also i could look at it from a trans perspective