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a custom DNS resolver that blocks access to Fox News and other right-wing propaganda outlets

a keylogger to capture the admin password for your router so you can disable parental controls

a VPN or a virtual machine running the Tor browser to bypass access restrictions and age verification checks

your own "parental controls" browser extension, set up to send you notifications if your parents visit websites that indicate they might be spying on you (e.g. Life360)

a userscript that adds a fake virus warning popup to the donation pages of fascist political parties

have fun! make sure to do loads of reading and learn how things work so you can break them safely and effectively!

“yeah, sure.” grace holds up the tooth to the xenonite barrier.

“no, closer,” rocky says, claws clicking nervously. “want to hold.”

grace considers that. if rocky were to, say, lose a chunk of carapace, he’d ask to have it without a second thought. he’d probably make an excuse about wanting to point a spectrometer at it or test its properties, and he’d obviously do those things, but he’d mainly just want to touch it. to hold a piece of rocky without fear of either of them being harmed.

PHM characters as text posts: Pt. 7/?

Every shingle character in Book!Project Hail Mary: "So Grace, are you and Stratt fucking or not?"

Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue.

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Eva Stratt, meanwhile, is a stain. Graffiti tucked away in alleys and under bridges, forever painted over by the powers that be. A name meant to be forgotten. Stratt has always known this was part of the deal: after all, humanity needs a villain just as much as it needs its heroes. The best she can hope for is to be erased entirely on Earth.

As far as she knows, he got to Erid and died shortly after.

So to see MANY years later as she's a very old woman on her death bed, a lone newly built beetle arrive, made of the same xenonite her Grace figurine is made of that has sat on her bedside table ever since it arrived in the original beetles. To see a video file inside of Grace, scarred, stick thin, hunched through the heavy gravity, missing teeth from his scurvy...and with the biggest, happiest grin on his face as he tells her about his life on Erid.

She thought she'd found peace before when she watched those original video files, Grace smiling that she was right, and that all her emotional sacrifice to get the job done to get him out there was worth it because the Earth was saved...yeah, no. It was peace now. That toothy, excitable grin, that worn and threadbare fox cardigan, those stupid glasses still hanging off his face...alive.

Out there, living his best life, and alive.