#compound interests

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So in organic chemistry we recently learned about electrophilic addition. I immediately thought that the electrophiles would make for a good girl gang, so here we are.

Callback to an old comic I did in middle school about talking molecules.

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The Math of Success – Understanding the Compound Interest of Effort

If the Big Break is a myth, what is the reality? It’s something much less glamorous but infinitely more reliable: The Compound Interest of Effort. In finance, $1,000 invested at 10% doesn’t look like much in year one. You have $1,100. Big deal. But over decades, that money doubles, then doubles again, eventually turning into a fortune. Effort in business works exactly the same way. Why We Quit…

The Math of Success – Understanding the Compound Interest of Effort

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Compound Interests character design: Water Falls and Rhea Perxenate

A long, long, LOOOOOONG time ago, I made a bunch of comics about talking molecules. While my humor matured past the point of corny chemical jokes, I always wanted to revisit it at some point.

So I did, and I reworked into something more compelling. Only this time, instead of looking like colored spheres, they’re more...

Human-looking.

Water Falls (left) is the hero of our story. He’s water/dihydrogen monoxide/oxidane, and as such he’s got incredible powers that could potentially make him quite destructive. But he’s not; he’s kind and sweet, incredibly intelligent and kind of oblivious to what’s going on around him. (His hydrogen atoms/antennae are deliberately crooked; it’s a birth defect that lets you know where he is in a crowd.)

And yes, Water IS a cishet boy! Why does he look like that?

1. Male and female water molecules have very poor sexual dimorphism.

2. 68% of all water molecules are genderfluid (Water belongs to the 3% who are straight and cis).

3. Water molecules have NO concept of gender norms.

And 4. When a water molecule turns 200 (the molecular equivalent of a 10-year-old; living molecules live for exactly 200 million years before their living atom stops being alive), they spend eighteen days choosing their aesthetic. Once they’ve finished this process, they do NOT give it up.

Also because gender-nonconforming straight rights! :D

Rhea Perxenate (right) is one of Water’s love interests (Water's poly), feelings that he hasn’t quite noticed (yet). She’s rhenium heptafluoride, an elegant and massive metal halide with a love of music. She towers over many of her classmates and outweighs most of them, and while normally a sweetheart she’s got an angry side. Make her mad, and she’ll turn into a molten ball of rhenic rage with four fluorine fists of fury! (And her tail is the fifth axial fluorine; the lower axial fluorine comprises her hips and legs, the upper is her antenna.)

The heels she’s wearing have three points, each a quantum chromodynamic color. She wears heels with three points because she’s literally about eighteen times Water’s weight, so she has to make sure she doesn’t fall over. Her tail is striped with the colors of fluorine’s emission spectrum.

In this image they are about 277-278 years old, so in human terms they’re almost fourteen and are about to graduate eighth grade (in the molecular world, due to how slowly molecules age they spend twenty years per grade).

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Compound Interests|| Marley and Caroline

Itchy.

Everywhere on her body felt itchy.

And yet, here she was, heading towards her first day on the job, so to speak. They called it a chore, because a job would imply that they were paid to do it. Which they were not. But doing their chore meant they got to stay inside the walls, where things might have been tense, but certainly not deadly. There were no runners or clickers or infected in here. They were, supposedly, safe inside these walls.

At least, if you trusted the strangers running the place, and Marley trusted just about everyone as far as she could throw them. 

Still, it was better than being out there. It had to be. She’d been alone out there for so long, the days had blurred into one and she’d forget if she’d slept or ate in a single day. Coming across fresh water was even more rare, and after an incident where a swarm of infected chased her, half naked, through some woods, she only bathed during the day and usually fully clothed. At least in the summer time, she could. Winter had been long and harsh, but she’d been in one of the semi-arid states by that time. So it was just dry and cold. 

Here? At least there were heaters for when it got too cold. And blankets. And clothes you could layer. 

So, even though this place seemed fishier than a lake full of toxic waste, it was better than out there. 

Fingers scratched absently at one of the lacerations on her arm. Barbed wire fucking hurt, but if it was a choice between crawling through a barbed wire fence or getting bitten, she’d chose the fence every time. And she had. What were a few cuts to bare, anyway?

More scratching.

She finally found the place where she’d been summoned to for her chore. Apparently there was a dispute, and as a Liason, she was supposed to help settle it. A part of her “chore” was analyzing newcomers, and this newcomer sounded rowdy already. 

She pushed open the door and glanced around, tugging her sleeve down to cover the cuts on her arms. The ones on her face, well, there wasn’t much to be done for those. 

Her eyes searched the room. Three people, two sitting, one standing behind the woman on the left. “I’m Marley,” she announced, stepping into the room and heading towards the one without a presence behind them. “I assume you’re my client? Or...whatever.” She didn’t have a word for it yet, but the lingo from her detective days didn’t seem to fit quite right. She brushed it off.

Glanced up over at the other woman standing. She was tall, slender, had dark hair and a more square jaw. Set eyes, sunken a bit into her sockets, but whose weren’t these days? This world sucked the life out of everyone, even the living. She held out her hand, eyes burning holes into the woman across from her. “I guess we’ll be working together. I assume you’re the other Liason?”

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i dropped math because i dont need it and i feel kind of bad because im kind of worried i made a lazy decision but even if i can be really good at math i have to pay for a personal tutor and math is really really stressful especially if i cant keep up so i think i made the best decision overall 

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