We’ll no longer be boys
We’ll have lines on our skin
And they’ll throw our dust to the wind
My roommate is sitting on the other side of the couch just gradually piling stuff on my feet accidentally
I like the idea of Connie’s final message being encoded with something to break the failsafe within Beta’s programming. Like there used to be a trigger word or phrase that was built in to stop her like any other smart AI, like in Spartan Ops - the ships AI was disabled by the phrase ‘undead iridium’ which made the AI go docile and obey every command but he was able to over come it eventually.
I headcanon that Connie found a backdoor to this subroutine and built it into the video message to set her free. Because she knew what Tex/Allison would do when faced with something evil.
Fucking tear it apart.
"COME AT ME BRO"
When facing at category 6…you need the best there is.
Seeing all these posts on my dash about finals week panic, and I…ohh boy, I remember finals week panic.
“I also remember the night Bin Laden was killed, because completelysane and lilladywonder and I were gathered ‘round the kitchen table supposedly studying, but when something like that happens studying sort of gets pushed aside, and instead we watched Obama’s speech and had great conversations about politics & life & justice vs revenge, and then we went outside and played frisbee. Somehow the finals all got finished, I’m sure we all did well on them, but what I remember is the frisbee.”
That was finals week? IDK that whole month is just a blur to me now. I just remember living between the computer lab, my dorm, and a little in your dorm too, with only one thing on my mind: THESIS.
We used to worry about you coming back across campus late after a long night of rendering. I thought it was very impressive that animation students sortof got to know the security guards because you were allowed to be in the labs after hours to do the work.
I remember that we found out that Bin Laden had been killed through Twitter. I think that was shortly after I had cleaned up the explosion of papers that I had spread out all around the dorm room when I was doing my
thesis treatise - perhaps they had all shrunk back, like the retracting shell of a dying star, onto the Thesis Chair.
I’m almost done with Indefinite Epitaph. In the grand scheme of things, I mean - it’ll be probably weeks before it’s finished. I’ve had to shore up my courage just to write Joshua in this chapter.
It will probably be eighty thousand words, more than I’ve ever written about a canon female character before. I’ve held to my own standards of keeping romance out of the spotlight, as well as not making CT and the Insurrectionist woman rivals. They’re not best friends, but they’re not vicious to each other just because they’re both women.
This isn’t nearly the longest thing I’ve written, but it’s been hugely emotionally engaging for me, and it’s got all of my love for CT in it.