of course you have a sniper rifle and pronouns

and then I remembered that the sum total of her everything is the following: 1 image and like 6 lines of description and dialog:

Scanlines paint the lune in cathode amber.

Springfoam keys push back against fingers in the course of flirtatious coupling between machine and folk.

Across a field of brass and chrome diodes blink in gyres.

Magnetic tape is spooled around a wheel and fed to a drive head that scribes and scries, stamping data out of the third dimension then quickening it back in.

(are you sapient) OUR RESPECTIVE WAYS OF RECKONING THAT INQUIRY ARE IRRECONCILABLE. I HAVE NO ANSWER.

(what is the thin world) THE THIN WORLD IS WHERE I TRAVERSE, AS THE THICK WORLD IS WHERE YOU DO. I'VE NO DOMAIN IN YOUR WORLD, AND BUT FOR ME, YOU'VE NONE IN MINE.

Aloysius: Ereshkigal is the mainframe computer of Grit Gate. She keeps watch through the thin world, as she would put it, while we maintain her presence in the thick world. I feel as though she and I understand one another.

Hortensa: She's a sphinx! So enigmatic that one. It's not entirely clear if she was there, waiting, when Q Girl succeeded at retreading the mainframe's guts, or if she sparked into being that very moment. Or was it some synthesis of the two?

FLY is a story about a boy who gets a second chance. Help his story take flight June 9th 11am EST on Kickstarter. Thank you for being the wind beneath my wings I hope this story lifts the world to a brighter place.

honestly i have no idea what has happened in the past of this fic, there is fifteen chapters and i forgotten all of them n i can't be bothered to reread them. i don't even remember what happened in this chapter and i finished it like 5 minutes ago. everytime i open up the word document i black out and when i come back to there's content.

enjoy uwu

When ranchers in Utah's Rich County found eighteen sheep killed in March 2022, they assumed coyotes. USDA Wildlife Services flew a plane over the kill site and found something feeding on the carcasses that had only been confirmed in the state eight times in forty years. It was a wolverine. Utah sits at the extreme southern margin of the wolverine's North American range. The animal is built for the deep snow and high alpine of Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming, country above ten thousand feet where the winters last eight months and the terrain rejects everything that is not specifically engineered to survive it. A wolverine showing up in Utah's ranch country was not a routine predator complaint. It was a biological event. State wildlife managers had no protocol for it because they had never needed one. Biologists set specialized barrel traps near the sheep carcasses. Catching a wolverine in a live trap is considered one of the most difficult captures in North American wildlife management. The animal is trap-smart, solitary, covers enormous distances daily, and operates almost exclusively in terrain that humans struggle to access on foot. The odds of a wolverine walking into a barrel trap were close to zero. The next morning, a sheepherder found one of the trap doors dropped. Inside was a healthy, twenty-eight-pound male, estimated at three to four years old. It was the first wolverine ever live-captured by biologists in Utah's history. The team sedated him, packed his body in ice to keep his core temperature stable during the examination, fitted him with a GPS tracking collar, and released him into the deep snow of the Uinta Mountains. For researchers who had spent careers studying an animal they almost never got to see, that collar was the first real-time data source on wolverine movement the state had ever produced. The data that came back over the next twenty-five days confirmed what wolverine biologists in other states had documented but Utah had never been able to verify on its own ground. The animal logged over 195 miles of travel in less than a month. He did not drift south toward lower elevations or leave the state. He locked into the high peaks of the Uintas above ten thousand feet and ran massive looping circuits through avalanche chutes, rocky ridgelines, and snowfields deep enough to bury a man standing upright. The daily distances he covered would qualify as an endurance event for a human athlete on flat ground. He was doing it through the most physically punishing terrain in the state, in winter, alone, at elevation, without stopping. The eighteen dead sheep that started the whole sequence were never repeated. The wolverine moved into the high country and stayed there, operating in a landscape so remote and so hostile that the only evidence of his existence was the GPS signal pinging coordinates from ridgelines that no person had visited in months. The collar proved what the forty years of scattered sightings could only suggest. The wolverine was not passing through Utah. It was living there, quietly covering nearly two hundred miles of frozen alpine rock in less than a month, completely invisible to every human being in the state.

It also goes without saying that bioessentialism inherently can’t be trans inclusive no matter how hard you try. “All men including trans men—” probably not. “This is only a woman’s issue—” is it really? “Afabs only—” why? “All trans men are like—” what? what are they like? finish the sentence i dare you.