Collaborative Keiko fic? Join in!
Emboldened by ~the boopening~ to seek more collaboration, and inspired by youngpettyqueen's post to want to see more Keiko, I'm starting a fic in the style of that old car game, where we take it in turns to continue a story.
Some randomly generated prompts to start us off:
1. "ladder" 2. "eavesdropper" 3. "missed connection" 4. "knocking" 5. "under your nose"
The Rules:
1. You may write as much or as little as you would like.
2. Keiko must remain the main character throughout.
3. Don't try to retcon or backtrack what someone else has written.
4. The prompts are here for encouragement, not to be prescriptive :)
5. Have fun! :D
I've set this sometime in Season 5, after "Looking for Par'Mach...".
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"I love that you think I'm a miracle worker, but this has been dead for weeks, Nerys. There's really nothing I can do."
Nerys sighed dejectedly, causing the mass of brown-grey leaves she was holding to shiver in sympathy.
"I know... I should have come to you for help when I came back from the Capital, but I thought I could do it on my own! Even Odo has managed to keep his plants alive. And Edon said this was an easy one to look after..."
Keiko squinted, taking the tree into her arms to examine it more closely. Finding what she was looking for, she shook her head, laughing gently.
"Your Edon doesn't know how easy it is to kill a plant on a space station," she explained. "Hadakya shrubs might be simple to care for on Bajor, but outside of the hydroponics bay, they don't stand a chance on DS9."
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hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus
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pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc
against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"
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i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.
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can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations
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Don't forget about the Palestinians.
Don't forget about them now.
Don't forget about them tomorrow.
Don't forget about them in a week from now.
Don't forget about them in a month.
Don't forget them next year.
Don't forget them in 5 years.
When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
Don't forget about what we've seen.
Don't forget about what we've heard.
Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
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Just a reminder for people who may not know, in light of protestors at UCLA being shot in the face with rubber bullets— rubber bullets are not bullets made of rubber. They are metal bullets encased in rubber.
Despite being called “non-lethal” or sometimes “less lethal”, they are well known to cause death and permanent disability.
Here’s a photo showing their size— these are actual rubber bullets used during the Black Lives Matter protests in 2020.
Do not let them downplay the severity of what they are subjecting this students to for standing against genocide. Stay safe and stay educated.
EDIT: Twitter banned @/nosferatusexgod, the student shot, whose tweet I linked to (as a primary source) at the top of the post. Screenshots of the tweet I originally linked to can be found here.
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face of a man who has known sorrow
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