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Not my usual blog posting but the mania over AI / LLMs has a lot of similarities with the mania over nuclear (and atomic weaponry) done back in the 50s. Like, they're not equivalent - AI does have social, environmental, ethical and health impacts, but it is NOT to the scale of nuclear, where you hit a button and vaporize an entire island and leave fallout that can last centuries - but the attitudes of people involved aren't dissimilar.
I think my favorite part of DMC3 is just how skrunkly the twins are. The childishness and immaturity of some of the arguments like the "give me that!" "no way, you've got your own!" "well... I want yours too!" kills me and I adore it. I appreciate that the twins are 2 traumatized & emotionally immature teenagers and are written as such.
Hey remember this post? The phone call?
I'm working on a little something :)
NOT FINISHED YET but I can't help it, i rarely get the motivation for comics. It's like... halfway done? Probably this many MORE panels before it's done.
REWRITE OF BUGY LUIS 2!! I am proud with how this one came out, and I know Leon doesn't get to snippy with Luis till the end, but the dingdong isn't worried about his own health and someone's GOTTA DO IT! Also Luis is a mothman now :D HAZAH(some moths squeak, and I thought it'd be really funny for Luis to just squeak)! Ashley's pov is next!
Ping pings for the peeps! @polarspaz @quasar-crew @hells-couch-potato @sonicasura @otaku-dragon-lover and @okamishimada18!
Luis groaned. Wow, did he hurt. Guess he now knew how Leon felt all those years ago. Luis inhaled deeply, briefly glad that the other scientists had removed his shirt; before he let out that breath. Blinking, Luis turned his head, and his hand pulled closer to his face. He wondered why his hands were still normal, compared to Leon’s own mismatched set. The only difference for him was that while Leon still had a normal arm, Luis did not. Makes sense why the IV was in his hand rather than the usual place.
“Luis?” Luis grumbled slightly, turning his head the other way to see a worried Rebecca, a hand raised in a placating manner. Leon was to her right, stance rigid as his gaze darted from him to her. Why were they- oh right! Bug! And not to mention that while he was mutating, he was still talking! To what extent he couldn’t remember, but he remembered talking to them.
He remembered the dull ache as he watched his skin turn pale. He remembered the way his shoulders and neck itched as he doubled over, spitting blood as the plaga in his chest seized. The way the skin on his arms split and shredded as his shirt was then feeling tighter than it had been minutes ago. And the feeling of something swelling(?) on his back.
“Hola señorita.” Luis said breathily, and both Leon and Rebecca visibly relaxed while he winced at the air tone his voice had. “How long was I out?” Simple question, but given how he only remembered bits and pieces of the last few hours.
“Hour at most. You were in and out of it for a while.” Rebecca said, moving in closer and he could feel the cool press of a stethoscope on his back, pulling a soft hiss from Luis. God that was cold! “Breath in.” She ordered, and Luis did as she asked, pulling in a deep breath before exhaling and doing so another few times as she moved the tool. “Carapace isn’t as rigid as Leon’s.” She remarked, and the cold thing was now off his back.
“¿Qué significa eso?”1 Luis asks, earning a soft scoff from Rebecca, and he watches her move and press a hand to his wrist. And he watched as the carapace dipped with her touch, and he could feel the pressure through it! “Ah!” Luis says, blinking as she moves away. Luis wiggled, preparing to push himself up when his hand brushed against something hairy. He paused, confusion furrowing his brow. What the hell was hairy on him? Turning his head to try and see what it could be, and immediately regretted it when hair assaulted his face. He thinks he sees Leon jolt in surprise as he lets loose a squeak, jolting his head back.
Luis quickly turned his head to look at Leon and Rebecca. The latter of two was turned, but Luis could see her shoulders shaking, while Leon actually barked out a laugh.
“Well now we know you sound like a moth.” Leon chuckles out, and Luis could feel the sides of his face move in place of lips. He hoped he conveyed a nervous smile. “Want some help?”
“Yes please.” Luis said, shoulders sagging in relief as Leon stepped forward, arms raising. “Is there a reason why I can’t go on my back? I remember-” Luis cuts himself off as he feels something on his shoulder flex, and felt his eyes go wide at the sight of a wing extending up. Eye spot, a red line separating cream from a gray blue, that faded to the same red further down. Luis swallowed hard. That explains why his back felt so strange earlier. “Oh.” Was all Luis managed as Leon hoisted him upright, feet briefly groping air as Luis pulled his legs under him and on the floor.
“Oooooh, miiiieerda!” Luis spits out before he can stop himself, staring down the remains of his(favorite) pants that were now shredded above the knee(it almost looked like his kneecaps were now on the outside, judging by how they stuck out), and more hair/fur that matched his own head(and shoulders!) of hair, covered his lower legs. Luis quickly raised a hand out, tittering softly as he felt his fingers brush against a mandible as he stared down at his fluffy feet, two talon tipped toes stretched out before curling back under the fluff. Another squeak slipped out of his throat as Luis felt the butterflies in his stomach rise up his throat. God above he wanted to throw up. Could he now?
“-doing ok?” Luis blinked and looked over at Leon, suddenly noting that the mutated man seemed concerned.
“Huh?” Luis suddenly realized how stupid he sounded with the confusion that came out of him.
“Are you doing ok? You seem…” Leon did a gesture with his hand as Rebecca came back with a pen light in her hand, sphygmomanometer in the other. Luis bent down a little before Rebecca even asked him.
“Could be better.” He admitted, repressing another squeak bubbling in his throat as Rebecca shined the light in his eyes. “Not dead at least, or worse.” The sound of Leon letting out a sympathetic chirp pulls another squeak from Luis, who winces as Rebecca looks like she’s trying to hold it together.
“Both sets of eyes are equal and reactive.” Rebecca says, and Luis sits back up(a hand quickly going up, and he could feel something move and blink at his gentle and careful prodding). “And besides being… underweight? I think? Everything seems normal. Any pain?”
“No.” Luis states, gently nudging Leon away as he pushes himself off the raised gurney(It was the one that was made for Leon, after that one time an explosion hurt him badly.) “I need to gather my notes, see where I went wrong.”
“Luis, we will have time for that-” Luis was already walking, limping slightly as he figured out his footing, talons clicking on lenomion as he ignored Rebecca.
“I need to rebuild the tools needed for the extraction. Look at my old imaging of before and after removing the Plaga, so we don’t have a repeat of this.” Luis continued, gesturing to himself as he looked around the tables, not noticing the squeaks that he was emitting. “Where are my glasses?”
“Luis-” Leon hummed, hand raising as Luis started looking for his eyewear, still squeaking.
“And we need to get a hold of Ada! Cause if mine and Ashley’s are coming back, hers is bound to be as well! Where are my gla-”
“LUIS!” Luis let loose the loudest squeak yet, sinking in on himself as he jolted his attention to Leon, who seemed just as cowed as him at the shout. Leon took a deep breath and exhaled, his eyes closing as his human hand reached up to rub where his nose would have been. Luis blinked at him, eyes darting between him and Rebecca(her hands were on her hips, a worried look in her blue brown gaze). “Luis, you need rest! You need to eat!” Leon stated, walking over and putting a hand on Luis’s shoulder. Luis blinked again at the other man before stuttering out;
“There’s still work to do!” Leon’s eyes narrowed, and a hand shot out, pushing against his side. Luis chirped, nearly jolting to the side but froze when he felt fingers pressing against his ribs. “Oh.” He knew that his mutation most likely took from whatever it needed from his body(and this was considering he was on the heavier side of his normal weight), Luis had not taken into account that he might get wings.
“Yeah, Oh.” Leon snipped, mandibles flaring as Luis sunk in on himself some more. “I know our situations are vastly different, but right now, we have time!” Luis looked down, feeling the quiet shame sink to his stomach as Leon patted his shoulder(pulling another squeak! Goddamnit what was making him squeak!?) “Let's get you something to eat. Ok?” Leon’s tone was softer, and Luis looked back up at Leon suddenly noting that he was shorter than him by a head. He swallowed another squeak that was creeping up his throat before nodding.
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