OW????? I mean. You’re right. He’s not having a good time. At all. But his loved ones are gonna stick with him. I say. With joys. You cannot push them away you were born with the most stubborn twin alive and have a hell of a girlfriend and best friend. You’re right though I CAN see him trying to pull that shit
I hope you know just because of this I’ve pulled open a canvas to try and design fem Tom in this au. She’s definitely going to fall trap o the standards actresses are held to the way Tom did. Perhaps her name is Theresa
also extra 3.5 colt transitions post accident is BEAUTIFUL, because I imagine Gail calling her up like “Colt! It’s Gail!”
and Chelsea, completely deadpan, barely paying attention. “How did you get this number Gail?”
and Gail just. Stops. Because that was a woman’s voice. “Is Colt there?”
now this can go a few ways. Chelsea can see the crossroads ahead of her. I can see the ends of the roads, she cannot.
She can a) go “Colt can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Cause he’s dead” and then Gail has to VERY QUICKLY adjust to the new circumstances of “oh shit my stuntman scapegoat is trans. Or my stuntman scapegoat died before I could scapegoat him??” And then things proceed basically like canon except Gail is trying to avoid getting canceled the whole time.
or. B) Chelsea goes, smiling to herself, complete deadpan into the phone . “This isn’t Colt.” And hangs up. And goes about her merry life. Never reconnects with Jody but never gets nearly murdered either. Maybe they’ll reconnect later on. Anyway. Point is that the estrogen really DID save her after all
Ok ok option A where Gail thinks (s)he's actually dead “Colt can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Cause he’s dead” "oh, uh, thats- when's the funeral?" and Chelsea thinks she's funny going "Next Tuesday" and hanging up. And then goes back to her life. Maybe thinking she ought to change her number so this doesnt happen again
AND THEN people actually start showing up on her doorstep. News got around and they're here for the funeral. Chelsea has two choices now: come out to people she has little care for OR commit to the bit. Do people still wear mourning veils these days? Maybe she can get a black one to hide her face. Does she need to highjack a real funeral? Steal a body? Maybe she can pay someone to sit in the coffin for her and hide most of the face with a Depression Beard? Theres a drag club a few streets down they do makeup just as well as the professionals on set- oh shit Jody's here
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FUNNIEST PERSON ALIVE. OH MY GOD.
Ryland is in the middle of grading papers when he gets a call from his sister and he picks up because huh that’s weird and all he gets is “Ry I fucked up.” “What happened?” “Okay so Gail, you know Gail, she found my number and called and asked for Colt, and yknow, I was feeling funny so I said “he’s dead” and he asked about the funeral and I didn’t think she was SERIOUS so anyway my funeral is next Tuesday. Please help. I don’t have a body to bury.” “That is a terrible sentence out of context never say that again.”
and then Ryland y’know comes over and through a series of shenanigans involving god knows what, Chelsea realizes midway through the funeral that that is NOT an empty casket. And she becomes a midnight grave robber. She owes Colt like a life supply of skittles and also emotional compensation
Your mind is incredible
AND JODYS THERE??? Oh man what does Chelsea even say. Jody comes up to her clearly having just cried and goes “were you Colts sister. I’m so sorry for your loss”
and Colt is standing there like O.O uh. Hm. Jody is going to kill me either way. Wait am I legally dead now because of a joke. Wait I may be fucked, actually
Another PHM Comic (made with WAY MORE EFFORT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE!) but I feel like this is a missing scene of getting to see Rocky’s well put together xenonite suit! Especially Graces reaction to it! Better hugs I say!
I make a circuit of the grocery store looking for you at the exact speed you make a circuit of the grocery store looking for me, and we walk in circles perfectly missing each other for eternity. Is this the plot of backrooms I haven’t watched it yet
There are suspected alien life forms eating your sun's energy and the UN has elected a secret world dictator to lead the Petrova Project. You are a scientist on the project and you and your peers are waiting with bated breath as the probe returns from Venus.
The dictator takes the canister -- the only sample on Earth -- and doesn't give it to any of you. It's a quarantine precaution, she says. She won't tell any of you where it goes, although she does send back sparse reports that SOMEONE is putting together. The best brains on the planet have already been recruited, so you have no idea who it could be.
A few days and an eternity later, she tells the labs to prepare for live -- and they are alive, as proven by a microscope slide recording of an astrophage being stabbed with a nanosyringe -- samples. Except your lab's promised astrophage count comes up one short. The world dictator tells you and the two other labs raising issues not to complain.
You itch to get your hands on a sample -- alien life! -- but there are other avenues of research that need attention. Your star isnt the only star dimming. Tau Ceti stands apart, a tantalizing unreachable clue. A Russian scientist proposes the idea of a manned space flight, further than anything dreamed outside of science fiction. His group has run the calculations, thinks astrophage has the energy potential to get them there. They just need to unlock its potential in time.
The world dictator silences the naysayers and sets them to the problem. But there's only so much they can achieve amidst a sea of unknowns. Two million kilograms is the only answer they can calculate. Meeting after meeting dead ends while they wait for the labs to fill in the critical knowledge they need to breed and harness astrophage. She is not pleased with their progress.
At one of those meetings-to-nowhere, picking over a dozen reports received in the last day for something useful, the world dictator's phone rings and she's picking it up as soon as she sees the name on the screen. "Dr. Grace," she says, "Find something?" You don't know any scientist who would be calling her directly. The Chinese team share a significant look, but everyone else looks just as mystified as you are.
"You successfully bred astrophage?" The room quiets immediately after her harsh glare. "Nondestructively?" You sit with bated breath until she nods. "Stay there." She hangs up and calls someone else. "Bring him here," is all she says. Then she stands up from her seat. "Dr. Grace will give us a full report when he arrives. We'll reconvene tomorrow."
So! This is a perfect case study in situations where you should be wary of misinformation.
Take a moment and ask yourself, a project like this requires a lot of time, money and dedication of resources, why would scientists dedicate that time to something that could just be done by a tree?
The answer is they wouldn't. So that means this claim requires further investigation!
This project is called LIQUID 3, and it's not meant for cities with wide open spaces, it's meant for cities like Belgrade in Serbia. These cities are densely populated and heavily polluted, to the point where pollution actually chokes out current trees and makes creating green spaces difficult.
Liquid 3 was a PhD scientists answer to these problems. The microalgae tank is intended for spaces where you either:
Don't have enough space to plant full trees, or
Don't have enough time to plant trees and wait for them to grow up.
The tank is extremely efficient when you consider the amount of space needed compared to the amount of CO2 turned into oxygen. The tank can operate throughout the winter. And most importantly, it can be quickly set up in areas that desperately need relief from air pollution NOW not in 10 years when trees are done growing. Children currently suffocating on polluted air can't wait for trees to grow, they need to be taken care of now, and Liquid 3 is one of the ways to take care of them. Depending on the species of microalgea used, a number have shown a pretty amazing capacity to pull heavy metals out of the air which is something trees can get choked up by.
The tanks aren't just tanks either! Liquid 3 have solar panels placed on top, they have lighting and mobile phone charging, and they work as public benches. The designers of it want to encourage green spaces where there's room, but where there isn't room or time, Liquid 3 can step in. Realistically, this isn't a replacement for trees. It's replacing boring metal city benches with new, cooler benches that also clean the air (and have at least some heating during the winter).
Not only that, but the microalgea that grows is native to Serbia and all that microalgea has a ton of great uses! It makes for great fertilizer, compost, wastewater treatment, cleaner biofuels and even for helping create new tanks for further air purification. They only require a quick algae divide once a month, and the produced algae can be carted off to where ever it's needed. This makes them effective solutions for areas that can't sustain complex installations.
So yeah, there's actually quite a lot of places that would like these. Lots of people currently breathing in terrible quality air would much rather have their boring city benches replaced with really fucking cool algae tanks that clean the air and can be used to help create + sustain future green spaces in cities. I dunno about you, but I'd take that over a dumb metal bench any day. Put these at every bus stop and I'd be delighted.
Serbian here living in Belgrade! This is all true and I've actually seen some of these around the city a few times. They're amazing at what they do and really cool to watch up close because you can see pretty swirling inside them. It's not only functional but aesthetically pretty nice as well!
@your-mom-friend extended conversation Colt has with himself AND with Doone. God I love this scene. “Kevin?” “Yeah, you know K E V I —“ “I know Kevin!” “You know Kevin?” “No I don’t know Kevin” Colt should get to. He should get it sleep off those drugs and then deal with everything else. Never. Ever ever.
“Just Stratt. Not Director Stratt. Not Ms. Stratt. Not…”
“...Madam Administrator Stratt?”
“I hope not.”
“I’ve always called you Stratt. Why do you call me Dr. Grace?”
“It’s the appropriate title. You have a PhD.”
“Carl calls me Grace, and I think it's nice. We’re friends. We’re like friends, too, aren’t we? You and I?”
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“Where is Carl, anyway?”
“I don’t know. Not here.”
“Hm. You don’t look good. Are you cold?”
“I’m always cold, Dr. Grace.”
“Have you been sleeping?”
“Do I ever?”
“Okay, fine. Have you had your two coffees?”
“Ha. No.”
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“Does this mean you’ve given up?”
“...Excuse me, Dr. Grace?”
“Have you given up? The project. The mission. You think it won’t work?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t ask if you said it.”
“I haven’t given up.”
“But you don’t think it’ll work.”
“I didn’t say that. I don’t know. It’s a long shot.”
“Hail Mary. I know. But you thought it would work, before.”
“Well, I’m older now. Do you think it’ll work?”
“Me?”
“You.”
“I don’t know! How am I supposed to know? There are so many factors. What if the coma technology goes wrong? What if the fuel interacts unexpectedly with the environment up there? What if Tau Ceti’s immunity isn’t replicable?”
“What if. And by the time I find out, it’ll be too late.”
“We.”
“What?”
“By the time we find out.”
“Right.”
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“You really look cold. Maybe you should go get a sweater."
"I'm in this room right now, remember?"
"Maybe you can get someone to bring you a sweater.”
“...Sure. I’ll do that. In a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
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“It has to work, Dr. Grace. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“It has to work. You have to understand.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I do! Geez, Stratt. Sometimes you scare me a little.”
“I don’t mean to.”
“I know. But you do, anyway.”
“I just want to know you’re taking this seriously.”
“C’mon. Have I ever failed you, when it mattered?”
