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Amena said, “Do you love my second mother? Thiago thinks so.” I should have known this was going to turn into an interrogation. I said, “Not the way he thinks.”
any shift longer than 4 hours is inhumane
Dog im working like 50 hours this week
do yall want anything from my 8hr training
is anyone else completely underwater right now
the safest way to split your own head open
attempting the murderbot challenge where i go to work and try to seem normal
What the fuck?
Fuck them
ok
the grief is an erogenous zone
And like who the fuck is this guy [gestures to reflection in mirror alone in bathroom
attempting the murderbot challenge where i go to work and try to seem normal
thinking today about the line “you know i am not kind” and that discussion between art and murderbot about its governor module. thinking today about the line “there are no humans here” and “now that we are friends” and murderbot and art trusting each other with their respective humans, and trusting each other with humans that are neither of theirs really but that they don’t want to bury anyway. thinking about how much art feels, and how much it hides away, and how much it shows murderbot at all times that it is the one person that it holds above any other being and hiding it behind comfortable banter and the strange intimacy of being able to exist within someone else’s head, even just in part. the equally strange intimacy of allowing someone else there as well, giving them your eyes and your ears and enough of the power you have at your disposal that even the squishy little fragile humans around you take notice of the effort. thinking about art today and how much it obviously loves and adores murderbot, knowing that it is not kind and it is not forgiving and it would destroy an entire planet just to get it back, but also asking it to stay even though it knows that it has left everyone else that has ever tried to keep it