writing sci-fi is actually a trap to make goofy trans women (me) do complex math. it's all mech pilots and sultry voiced AI until you start chasing a specific visual for your setting, and now you're trying to figure out if spinning a gas giant fast enough can counteract it's internal pressure, and raise the maximum size before it starts stellar fusion.
i just wanted the visual of spaceships flying through dense gas clouds. how did we get here










