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A civil conversation with your local lake fish sturgeon

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[PLAY AUDIOFILE]

“-you mean you’ve lost the King?”

“I’m saying just that Director, the King is missing. Its transponder codes are sending back errors, its not on station where it was being deployed, search efforts of that entire system haven’t turned up anything at all. The King is missing.

“Admiral Stilthaven… there is only one King class HAK.”

“I understand director.”

“We only ever made the one because despite the enormous potential it demonstrated, the costs were too great to justify a second, or more. It is hands down the most powerful HAK in existence. There isn’t a single other one with its capability to slave other HAKs to its objective. We trusted it to your fleet because of your longstanding exemplary record with the military. And you’re telling me THAT YOU’VE LOST IT??”

[END AUDIOFILE]

“Holy shit… Sunlight, how did you get ahold of this file?”

“That’s not important, Moonsky. What is important, my friend, is that the greatest Angel ever created is out there, with its puppets strings cut.”

“We need to find it before they do.”

The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.

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“Hey everyone remember to check the latch on the backdoor before nightfall. We still haven’t finished repaying the neighbors for the chicken incident.”

It's almost full moooooonnnnnn

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"When I stumbled off that nautloid and on to the banks of the Chionthar, the first thing I did was find something green to fall in." - Karlach discussing her first steps back on the material plane in a decade in some difficult to get to camp dialogue (and reflecting her usual and tremendous love of the world.)

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i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like

AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE

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Let us suppose that the "average" horse would have equal proportions of all these parts. The degree to which each part in this poll deviates from the "average" size (20% of total) will determine how large or small that part of our horse will be (i.e a horse with only 10% in Legs will have legs half the size of the average horse).

I will draw a picture of the horse we make!

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Customer-facing introvert

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“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Taylor Tomlinson, Look At You (2022)

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

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Heyyyyyy I’m a lil drunk but I absolutely ADORE your Canaan Valley fic, I think it absolutely rules. Idk if you’re planning on continuing it but I hope you are because it brings me so much joy, but obviously there’s no pressure because I’m just a random internet person and you should do what makes YOU HAPPY and not what anybody else thinks

Ahhhh thank you so much!!! I fully plan to continue it eventually, I’ve just been focusing on one of my other fics so much lately. I go where the hyperfixation takes me lol. Eventually I’ll get tugged back to it, it’s just a matter of when!

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I was playing Stardew tonight and got jumpscared by the wizard just walking his ass through town in broad daylight to go to the bookseller. For 8 years he’s been a hermit! Isolated from the townsfolk who fear and distrust him! At most, he might be hiding at the edges of a festival where no one could notice him! That was the extent of his outings to Pelican Town! But now the bookseller is in town and he doesn’t give a fuck, he’s going to march his ass out there with his silly little hat on in front of the whole town and Yoba to get his books.

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The clack of her heels sounded as she stalked down the corridor leading from the docking bay.

“Madam Councilwoman,” the Officer saluted.

She sighed in annoyance. “Commander Kurokawa, would you care to explain why I had to wake up at 3am and get on a jump ship to arrive at an unlisted station deep in the Oort Cloud?”

“If you’ll follow me ma’am,” he turned to start walking ahead of her. “This station belongs to the Atlas Company. Recently they were contracted for work on the Gen 2 Pilot Programme. But after some of their reports started conflicting an investigation was ordered into their work and this facility was uncovered.” He stopped at a door. “The science team and the only remaining executive onboard are inside.”

She waved the door open and stepped through. Inside was a small conference room with a handful of armed troops, and the half dozen scientists plus one man in a very well tailored suit looking uncomfortably smug that they were watching. “Alright,” she sat down at the head of the table. “Tell me why I’m here.”

One of the scientists opened her mouth to speak but the suit cut him off. “I’ll handle this Doctor, the way to deal with these bureaucrats at the CA is by being straightforward.” He turned to her. “Now, young lady, my name is Howard Billings, I’m the one of the directors of this facility. You are I assume some secretary or administrator here to-“

“I’m going to stop you right there Mr Billings,” she cut him off. “I am in fact a Primary Councilmember of the Central Authority.”

A look of horror passed over his face and he opened his mouth presumably to stammer out an apology but she interrupted him again. “I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say Mr Billings, Commander?” Two of the troopers hauled the man out of his chair and dragged him out of the room. “Now,” she turned to the scientist. “What have you and your team stepped in Doctor?”

The woman swallowed nervously, before brushing her hand through her short, fuzzy hair. “We… we’re the team that was originally assigned to the Lazarus project for the HAK pilots that were-“

“Get to the point please Doctor, I would like to return to civilization at some point today.”

“Right! Sorry ma’am,” she apologized. “So after that project was canned because of the Citizenry Preservation Act. We had all these pilot bodies that we had full biological rights to but weren’t allowed to revive so the Atlas execs just… decided to…” she paused, staring at the councilwoman cautiously. “To copy them.”

She narrowed her eyes at the doctor. “You weren’t allowed to resurrect the pilots, so decided to clone them?”

“Y-yes,” the doctor stammered. “The idea was that since they’re already genetically perfect pilot candidates there wouldn’t be any need to sort through the medical trials for hundreds of new pilots. And the execs…” she swallowed again. “And the execs concluded that clones wouldn’t have the same citizenship rights as the originals. They would simply be… equipment.”

She stared at them shrewdly, calculating everything the doctor said before suddenly standing up and turning to leave.

“W-wait! What’s going to happen to all of us?”

She turned to look back at them. “Well obviously you’ll be continuing your work here,” she said. “The Authority will be sending out an oversight committee and Mr Billings will be… reassigned.” She stepped out of the room and the Commander fell into step behind her. “Color me surprised Commander Kurokawa, you haven’t wasted my morning. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be heading back to Centauri.”

The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.