The coming storm

I like to think she finds a local Kung Fu Association in Gotham after seeing a performance around LNY. Not only do I think it would serve as a good outlet for her, but I think being a part of a Lion dance group would serve to socialize her with people outside of the Batfam, especially because otherwise she really doesn't prioritize her civilian identity.

a bunch of archives of incredibly important government datasets like maternal mortality statistics are about to be deleted forever. in a regime where they're known to fudge numbers, we can't trust a lot of the data coming from them to not be altered. open source backups like those found on data.world are vital to being able to verify that the data coming from our government is still intact and not altered. and they're about to delete all of it.

i don't know if we need to start a petition or what. nobody seems to fucking care. there are millions of users on data.world and yet nobody is raising the alarm bells and it makes me feel like I'm going insane. somebody needs to do something. i don't know what to do. it feels like more and more of this world is being destroyed and dismantled. it's not only US centric data, either! it's all sorts of countries from around the world! and they're about to fucking delete everything.

the only things that won't be deleted are private companies who happen to use the paid version of their platform (which isn't accessible data to the open source community; some people have just been using their service to host their own data on privately)

and the kicker? this announcement was made... via an AI generated blog post. so not even any sort of human touch. just a generic, soulless announcement made by a soulless human about to take a wrecking ball to one of the more important websites that exists on the internet.

an example of some of the things that will be deleted on July 11th:

Stratt's Vat Documented Shenanigans Part 3

Short list this time since I also wrote a little discovery fic for the phone.

You guys have my full permission to use anything in these posts for writing or drawing. Just tag me so I can yell about it, please!

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Grace is bored. Bored, bored, bored. Capital B, bored.

Rocky, his partner in crime and entertainment is currently 2 hours deep into his 6 hour nap leaving Grace on his own in these enrichment deprived times. He's currently laying starfished on the floor of the dormitory running through every project they've come up with to fill time and get ready for arriving to Erid but none of them are sparking joy at the moment.

Grace groans, rolling onto his stomach and thumping his head on the floor hard enough for Armando to chirp in concern.

“It's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine,” he mumbles into the floor, “Not going crazy or nothin'.”

Armando chirps in a decidedly disbelieving way but returns to standby anyway.

Another minute passes before Grace fails his legs in frustration like a toddler and introduces his toes to the wall -hard-. He yelps, pulling his leg up to grab his toes so he can continue rolling around the floor like an idiot.

“Oh, sugar honey iced tea, that was a bad idea. Mother fluffer.”

He almost doesn't hear the panel he kicked fall to the floor..

“Oh good, now I'm breaking the ship,” he wheezes, “Sorry, Mary.”

“Apology accepted, Dr. Grace.”

He drags himself over to pop the panel back into place when he notices a device crammed between the wire bundles. Carefully, in case it's actually a part of the system, he works it out from the space and finds himself holding a smart phone with OLESYA written in silver sharpie on the back.

Heck yeah, contraband.

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Shapiro drowning in Dubois’ EVA suit. Dubois with Shapiro's suit taped to him and her helmet balanced on top of his head

Grace looking at the camera confused while the core time circle around him like the one girl surrounded by five guys meme

Stratt reclined on a couch looking demure with a coffee mug and using Grace's legs as a lap board for her tablet. Grace is dead asleep, obviously snoring with his mouth wide open and covered in reports. His glasses are on Stratt's head.

Carl walking by the camera with Grace thrown over his shoulder. Grace is visibly pleased and yapping.

Illyukhina walking by the camera with Grace thrown over her shoulder. Grace looks vaguely ill.

Yao passionately doing karaoke with each of the core staff members.

Lamai asleep on a prototype coma bed.

Steve Hatch maternity shoot with the Beatles.

Grace and Dimtri using a centrifuge to make butter.

Grace and Dimitri getting yelled at by Lokken for using a centrifuge to make butter.

Dubois carrying Grace and Shapiro under each arm to the cafeteria. They all are talking like this is a normal occurrence.

Yao hanging upside down from a simulator that glitched with a straight face while Illyukhina is crying laughing on the floor below him.

Compilation video of the world's greatest minds dropping tools, tripping, and running into the glass walls.

Videos of the astronauts defeatedly drifting away from the mock ship in the buoyancy tank after losing their grip. The others are dramatically reaching out for them.

Redell teaching the Russians about New Zealand bombing dives in the training pools.

Shapiro, in formal wear, standing next to a slideshow titled “How I Cloned and Replaced the World Leaders”

Dubois - “My Alien Seduction Tactics"

Grace - “Middle Schooler vs Scientist”

Dimitri - “Using the Incorrect Equipment for Correct Results"

Hatch - “Yoko Ono: First Contact?”

Lamai - “How Not to Use a Coma Robot”

Lokken - “Grace is an Idiot”

Leclerc - “The Ice Age and You”

Stratt - “Things I DO NOT Have Time For”

Carl - “Securing a Home Depot for Idiots”

Yao - “Worst Times to Make a Joke”

Illyukhina - "Benefits of Vodka in Space”

Reddell - “What I Did in 1989”

Illyukhina passed out on top of Dmitri (also passed out) surrounded by a minefield of bottles none of which are for alcohol.

Leclerc looking upset and holding a penguin plushy.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The engineering crew using Legos to help visualize various designs for the ship.

Compilation of lab technicians stuffing themselves under desks and piled in corners for 10 minute power naps.

Chinese soldiers standing menacingly in the background. Occasionally, some throw peace signs.

Rubber ducks at every computer station.

Lokken holding a model of the ship and spinning in her chair loudly reciting an equation that is giving her trouble.

Leclerc walking away from the camera, his back is covered in colorful paper fish. (He puts them on the wall of his dorm.)

Grace ugly crying because the bio lab made him a paper mache solar system for his birthday.

Absolutely insane gingerbread ‘house’ competition entries.

A shakey video taken around the edge of a doorway of Dimitri belting some Russian opera while running a late night test ‘alone’ in the lab.

Yao kicking ass at the mahjong table.

Bill Nye watch parties. Everybody looks like zombies except Grace who looks like he just shotgunned a Redbull. Hearing scientists in the labs chant Bill, Bill, Bill under their breath is not unusual.

A notes app document full of the most popular multilingual vocal stims going around.

Carl pulling a blanket over Stratt and Grace after they fell asleep against each other on a plane.

The core team half asleep after a late check in meeting with The Governments™ Stratt has her head on the table, Grace tries to eat a donut but misses his mouth, Lokken and Lamai are looking into their coffee mugs like they hold all the answers, Dimitri is fully asleep and snoring, Redell is not far behind, Hatch is petting his Beatle prototype like a cat. Even Carl looks like he's asleep standing up.

Rave night with homemade glowsticks.

Stratt and Grace sitting on swings after a meeting in Switzerland edited to look like an album cover.

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