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I like using my brain for creating abominations against morality and nature.
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I thought that's what my writing was.
Helpless Kitten
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Eh. Just the stuff involving incest. So like, half of it.
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... right.
Not counting Amy/Vicky pairings (which is technically not incest) I have Brian & Aisha, Danny & Taylor, some in the NSFW version of MirrorVerse, reference to some in NSW, a bit in Decline & Fall of Sophia Hess, and a single Madison Quest post I did for Wildcard4.
So, two stories based on it, and occasional references in other stories. Hardly half my stuff.
Daunmi
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You guys are doing it wrong. I use my brain for sleeping, it's so much easier then using it for anything else.
Ignore the typing, that's just my fingers running on autopilot.
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I use my brain for cereal! The more brains the getter, I say. Bet some figer in your diet!
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Dude. Lisa Will Buuuuurn.
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The temptation is there to say "Challenge accepted".
But I'm scared I might win.
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This is almost as big a blunder as starting a land war in Asia. You had her, Danny! Then you start talking about her sister!
At least it turned out well in the end.
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He managed to simultaneously show he's there to do more than just charm the pants off her (appearing too eager, that's the guarantee fail button) AND show concern for her and her family. There was no blunder here.
... Also, this was suppose to be a small, fun, chapter. It's already huge and not done.
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I'm now hoping that when it comes time to deal with China, Pantheon does it via land war, just to add in a Pantheon fact:
Do not start a land war in Asia. Unless you're Pantheon.
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Now all they need is a reason to invade Russia during winter, and they'll be set.
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Pantheon: "Russia, we're invading you in the winter. For reasons!"
Russia: "Good luck with that! We're Russia, and it's winter!"
Pantheon: "Amy, Talyor, Missy terraforming combo go!"
Russia: "Ah, damn it. Our lovely winter!"
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Meh, it's still a better choice than going against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
Amelia, Ch 283- Trevor
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Amelia, Ch 283- Trevor
Dammit. Well, a slightly less failed experiment. "Attempt eighty seven, replicating the Labyrinth/Atropos interaction. Dimensional anomaly occurred once out of four attempts. Anomaly was unstable, pattern collapsed before dimensional connection was achieved." Better results than anything before it, but incomplete. "Possible retest, establish synchronous devices in each dimension. Hope both anomalies interact with each other before collapsing?"
"Test eighty six," I started. "Emulation of Chevalier/Labyrinth interaction." I set the computers to work generating the necessary energy reactions. The countdown gave me half an hour before I even needed to pay attention. That was the problem with trying to emulate powers. The simple fact of the matter was, we only saw a fragment of the power in use. Our tech might be advanced, but compared to what the Passengers did every time powers were used. Well, it was like a cheap animatronic muppet trying to replicate expert martial arts moves.
I glanced over at Riley, who was doing another test on the Victoria/Cão interaction. Her blood samples reacted with his saliva in terrifying ways that would spontaneously generate incredible amounts of mass from nowhere. The results were both hideous and beautiful, a miniature forest of hands and fingers, faces and eyes, various other anatomical features. Most reactions netted about four to five hundred pounds of living mass.
Each limb, every face, of which there were hundreds of each, identical. Only different in size. We ran them through every possible analysis we had to identify a clue in the features, but nothing had come of it other than human and female, with the imitation of the age of a twenty five year old. Maybe. The gene interpretation tech they used to work with the people caught in the glass bomb provided nothing of value, either.
The truly strange part was how it was both alive and dead at the same time. There was no metabolism, no source of oxygen to the cells, no source of nutrition. Sometimes portions of it had a pulse, but the circulatory system was always grossly incomplete. Even I could tell it simply should not be alive. And after a few days, it would figure that out and start breaking down. Minutes later, it would be decomposed into little more than a low quality fertilizer. I still wasn't sure what they hoped to learn from it.
The other thing I knew was that Riley usually only worked on that when she was in a bad mood.
"Why the gloom, 'shroom?" I asked as I approached.
"I wanted to do something really nice for Missy and Theo, since Valentine's Day was ruined and I mucked up Missy's birthday," she answered, pouting a little. "But then Taylor told me it was a bad idea. I don't even know why."
"Where are the two of them, anyway?" I asked. A relatively safe question. I didn't really think Riley would have any problem answering my questions, but it was still better to ease into things.
"They're on their date," Riley answered. There wasn't a trace of displeasure in the statement. She may as well have been talking about the weather.
"Without you?" I asked. I still couldn't quite get over their arrangement. Maybe that was ironically narrow minded of me, considering the way a lot of people would look at my sexual identity, but being gay didn't mean I understood or supported polygamy.
"I don't want to take too much of Theo's time away from Missy," she answered. "Or Missy's from Theo."
That's actually a really healthy way to look at it, but. "What about your time?" I asked.
"Tomorrow I spend extra time with Missy, because Theo's hanging out with Zach," she responded. "Besides, I have lots of lab work to do. If we can't find a solution to Scion, then nothing is going to matter."
"You think this could help with that?" I asked.
"Or at least give us more resources to work with in the future," Riley answered. "We're still trying to figure out why Victoria's alterations to Case 53s work, but no other form of healing or shapeshifting ever has. It even got through Alexandria's biostasis powers. I still haven't been able to determine if that was a product of Vicky's Passenger or Chevalier's."
More of the biotech that had nothing to do with my powers, but I watched her work anyway. It sure beat standing around watching the dimensional waveform slowly building up, even if I didn't understand anything.
"Is that why you're runing the Vicky/Cão combination again?" I asked.
"This was a sample taken from Lung," she answered. Well, that's new. Wait, where the hell did we get a sample from Lung? "Thus far all the responses seem identical. Same shapes, even the same proportions. Still creates the Fractal Woman."
"The what?"
"That's what Emma called the phenomena," Riley informed me. "We've confirmed it against five different mass violating regenerators already, and it appears to be the same results each time. No other healing granting power works like Cão's, however. We're not certain why. Rey suggested we try it on Endbringer tissue samples, but Lisa said we'd need to find another dead world. And then use its moon for that test."
I'll consider that one a dodged bullet. Seriously, though, the guy had this weird fetish for the Endbringers and it was starting to scare me a little. At least when most Tinkers wanted to do something suicidally insane, there was usually a reason or they let it go after a while. "Do you think his Passenger has something to do with the Endbringers?" I suggested.
"Lisa says she's not sure," Riley responded. "It's possibly typical Passenger compulsion toward conflict. Or it may simply be that Rey's specialty in artificial life means he sees something that the rest of us don't. He's found a lot of things to be interested in the Garden as well. If we knew more about what the Garden actually came from, why it's so consistent despite the usual randomness of power interactions. It's actually possible we've stumbled across the first step in building our own Endbringers. If we, say, fuel it with materials from Theo, or maybe Genesis or Anima or Siberian."
"That... that's a lot of potential, good and bad," I agreed.
"If we had a way to be sure we could control or destroy what we made, we'd try it," Riley informed me. She yawned, which reminded me it was almost time for us to hit curfew, even if us Tinkers did get to bend the rules for projects.
Screw it. I went over and hit the standby switch. I know I'm going to regret asking this question. "What were you planning to do?" I asked Riley. "Before Taylor told you it was a bad idea?"
"I'll show you," Riley answered, activating her computer panel. An image of twenty one faces appeared. Or, I realized, seven people at around age six, teen, and early twenties. With exception to the lone female, they were paired off together as well. They were all remarkably attractive examples of the supposed Aryan ideal. Every one blond, and eye colors ranging from foggy gray to sharp blue. One boy had lovely dark green eyes. The lone female had light green.
"Uh... what am I looking at?" I asked. If Riley was planning a plastic surgery spree, I can see why Taylor would warn it off.
"They're our babies," Riley answered. What? "Umm... I used the gene extrapolation tech to estimate the average expectable offspring Theo, Missy and I might have. This one's Missy/Theo, me/Theo, all three of us, and this is me/Missy."
Oh holy fuck that's either adorable or terrifying and I don't know which. I locked onto the first safe question I could think of. "Uh... why is the one with you and Missy alone?" I felt stupid the moment I said it, because I already knew the answer.
"Because Missy and I are girls," she answered. "No 'Y' chromosomes, no boy babies. Taylor said that Missy and Theo wouldn't like it, though."
Understatement of the century. "I can see why," I agreed. I remember when I was at that imaginary future children phase. Then reality happened. "I think your, uh, boyfriend and girlfriend are a little too young to be thinking about having kids. And I'm sure Amelia would say you are, too."
"I know," she sighed. "But it's fun to make believe."
"You have to look at it from their perspective," I advised. "You've met people who've tried to talk you into doing things you thought were scary or a bad idea." Of course you, of all people, have. "It's like that. They might be worried you want them to do it, and they might get upset." Or run screaming from the room. I wasn't sure how the three of them handled the strangeness of their day to day life, but this could only make things awkward.
"I don't want that," Riley agreed, sounding ever so dejected. Dammit.
"Actually," I smiled. "I think I have a way to make it work. But you have to do exactly what I say."
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A/N- Well, that got broke into two chapters. Here's this one, slightly shorter than average. Part two tomorrow. For now, I must sleep.
Plenty of canon foreshadowing references going on here.
Dammit. Well, a slightly less failed experiment. "Attempt eighty seven, replicating the Labyrinth/Atropos interaction. Dimensional anomaly occurred once out of four attempts. Anomaly was unstable, pattern collapsed before dimensional connection was achieved." Better results than anything before it, but incomplete. "Possible retest, establish synchronous devices in each dimension. Hope both anomalies interact with each other before collapsing?"
"Test eighty six," I started. "Emulation of Chevalier/Labyrinth interaction." I set the computers to work generating the necessary energy reactions. The countdown gave me half an hour before I even needed to pay attention. That was the problem with trying to emulate powers. The simple fact of the matter was, we only saw a fragment of the power in use. Our tech might be advanced, but compared to what the Passengers did every time powers were used. Well, it was like a cheap animatronic muppet trying to replicate expert martial arts moves.
I glanced over at Riley, who was doing another test on the Victoria/Cão interaction. Her blood samples reacted with his saliva in terrifying ways that would spontaneously generate incredible amounts of mass from nowhere. The results were both hideous and beautiful, a miniature forest of hands and fingers, faces and eyes, various other anatomical features. Most reactions netted about four to five hundred pounds of living mass.
Each limb, every face, of which there were hundreds of each, identical. Only different in size. We ran them through every possible analysis we had to identify a clue in the features, but nothing had come of it other than human and female, with the imitation of the age of a twenty five year old. Maybe. The gene interpretation tech they used to work with the people caught in the glass bomb provided nothing of value, either.
The truly strange part was how it was both alive and dead at the same time. There was no metabolism, no source of oxygen to the cells, no source of nutrition. Sometimes portions of it had a pulse, but the circulatory system was always grossly incomplete. Even I could tell it simply should not be alive. And after a few days, it would figure that out and start breaking down. Minutes later, it would be decomposed into little more than a low quality fertilizer. I still wasn't sure what they hoped to learn from it.
The other thing I knew was that Riley usually only worked on that when she was in a bad mood.
"Why the gloom, 'shroom?" I asked as I approached.
"I wanted to do something really nice for Missy and Theo, since Valentine's Day was ruined and I mucked up Missy's birthday," she answered, pouting a little. "But then Taylor told me it was a bad idea. I don't even know why."
"Where are the two of them, anyway?" I asked. A relatively safe question. I didn't really think Riley would have any problem answering my questions, but it was still better to ease into things.
"They're on their date," Riley answered. There wasn't a trace of displeasure in the statement. She may as well have been talking about the weather.
"Without you?" I asked. I still couldn't quite get over their arrangement. Maybe that was ironically narrow minded of me, considering the way a lot of people would look at my sexual identity, but being gay didn't mean I understood or supported polygamy.
"I don't want to take too much of Theo's time away from Missy," she answered. "Or Missy's from Theo."
That's actually a really healthy way to look at it, but. "What about your time?" I asked.
"Tomorrow I spend extra time with Missy, because Theo's hanging out with Zach," she responded. "Besides, I have lots of lab work to do. If we can't find a solution to Scion, then nothing is going to matter."
"You think this could help with that?" I asked.
"Or at least give us more resources to work with in the future," Riley answered. "We're still trying to figure out why Victoria's alterations to Case 53s work, but no other form of healing or shapeshifting ever has. It even got through Alexandria's biostasis powers. I still haven't been able to determine if that was a product of Vicky's Passenger or Chevalier's."
More of the biotech that had nothing to do with my powers, but I watched her work anyway. It sure beat standing around watching the dimensional waveform slowly building up, even if I didn't understand anything.
"Is that why you're runing the Vicky/Cão combination again?" I asked.
"This was a sample taken from Lung," she answered. Well, that's new. Wait, where the hell did we get a sample from Lung? "Thus far all the responses seem identical. Same shapes, even the same proportions. Still creates the Fractal Woman."
"The what?"
"That's what Emma called the phenomena," Riley informed me. "We've confirmed it against five different mass violating regenerators already, and it appears to be the same results each time. No other healing granting power works like Cão's, however. We're not certain why. Rey suggested we try it on Endbringer tissue samples, but Lisa said we'd need to find another dead world. And then use its moon for that test."
I'll consider that one a dodged bullet. Seriously, though, the guy had this weird fetish for the Endbringers and it was starting to scare me a little. At least when most Tinkers wanted to do something suicidally insane, there was usually a reason or they let it go after a while. "Do you think his Passenger has something to do with the Endbringers?" I suggested.
"Lisa says she's not sure," Riley responded. "It's possibly typical Passenger compulsion toward conflict. Or it may simply be that Rey's specialty in artificial life means he sees something that the rest of us don't. He's found a lot of things to be interested in the Garden as well. If we knew more about what the Garden actually came from, why it's so consistent despite the usual randomness of power interactions. It's actually possible we've stumbled across the first step in building our own Endbringers. If we, say, fuel it with materials from Theo, or maybe Genesis or Anima or Siberian."
"That... that's a lot of potential, good and bad," I agreed.
"If we had a way to be sure we could control or destroy what we made, we'd try it," Riley informed me. She yawned, which reminded me it was almost time for us to hit curfew, even if us Tinkers did get to bend the rules for projects.
Screw it. I went over and hit the standby switch. I know I'm going to regret asking this question. "What were you planning to do?" I asked Riley. "Before Taylor told you it was a bad idea?"
"I'll show you," Riley answered, activating her computer panel. An image of twenty one faces appeared. Or, I realized, seven people at around age six, teen, and early twenties. With exception to the lone female, they were paired off together as well. They were all remarkably attractive examples of the supposed Aryan ideal. Every one blond, and eye colors ranging from foggy gray to sharp blue. One boy had lovely dark green eyes. The lone female had light green.
"Uh... what am I looking at?" I asked. If Riley was planning a plastic surgery spree, I can see why Taylor would warn it off.
"They're our babies," Riley answered. What? "Umm... I used the gene extrapolation tech to estimate the average expectable offspring Theo, Missy and I might have. This one's Missy/Theo, me/Theo, all three of us, and this is me/Missy."
Oh holy fuck that's either adorable or terrifying and I don't know which. I locked onto the first safe question I could think of. "Uh... why is the one with you and Missy alone?" I felt stupid the moment I said it, because I already knew the answer.
"Because Missy and I are girls," she answered. "No 'Y' chromosomes, no boy babies. Taylor said that Missy and Theo wouldn't like it, though."
Understatement of the century. "I can see why," I agreed. I remember when I was at that imaginary future children phase. Then reality happened. "I think your, uh, boyfriend and girlfriend are a little too young to be thinking about having kids. And I'm sure Amelia would say you are, too."
"I know," she sighed. "But it's fun to make believe."
"You have to look at it from their perspective," I advised. "You've met people who've tried to talk you into doing things you thought were scary or a bad idea." Of course you, of all people, have. "It's like that. They might be worried you want them to do it, and they might get upset." Or run screaming from the room. I wasn't sure how the three of them handled the strangeness of their day to day life, but this could only make things awkward.
"I don't want that," Riley agreed, sounding ever so dejected. Dammit.
"Actually," I smiled. "I think I have a way to make it work. But you have to do exactly what I say."
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A/N- Well, that got broke into two chapters. Here's this one, slightly shorter than average. Part two tomorrow. For now, I must sleep.
Plenty of canon foreshadowing references going on here.
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Yay, another Trevor chapter.
I find this deeply reminiscent of Eden's body garden.
Tense.
Oh, well. So much for thinking myself clever for picking up the clue with the earlier mention. Thanks a lot, Tana.
evildice
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You are too smart to be misusing this word in accordance with out-dated foreign propaganda.
So perhaps Trevor is misinformed? But it's weird to think that he'd have internalized Empire delusions, since he'd never been with or around them.
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evildice
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That doesn't mean he's bought their manifesto.
I mean, he doesn't go around thinking of Sabah or Lily as inferior subhumans, does he?
GiftofLove
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You have lost me. You know it's a way to say the kids all have blond hair and good looks, right?
Apparently when attractive blondes reproduce they make more attractive blondes.
evildice
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Actually it's a group of brown people who invaded India and instigated their caste system, and a language group.
Seriously, go fact-check.
EDIT: Just to head off an anticipated argument, using gang-speak or wearing gang-colors is probably actively avoided in BB, because you don't want to provoke anyone. That means I wouldn't expect to see anyone wearing red and green -- even around Christmas -- unless they intend to show ABB affiliation, nor would I expect to hear someone talking like a Nazi unless they intended to show Empire affiliation.
I'd expect Trevor to NOT intentionally show Empire affiliation.
GiftofLove
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Aryan ideal just brings up exactly what I thought it would.
Using it to describe a group of make believe babies in his head doesn't make him a Nazi. It just means he knows history and grew up in an area where it was a big deal to some people. Your reaction baffles me.
Using it to describe a group of make believe babies in his head doesn't make him a Nazi. It just means he knows history and grew up in an area where it was a big deal to some people. Your reaction baffles me.
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It may be technically wrong, but "Aryan ideal" for blond and blue-eyed is still a phrase in English. Your objection is inane.
evildice
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The first hit on Google is:
Not sure what you're using to fact-check.Wikipedia said:
Hitler doesn't get to re-write English.
Non-Hitler meanings should have priority.
It's very sensible for people who dislike Hitler to not accept his attempts to re-define our words.
That is my reaction.
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Red and green are still valid fashion choices, but wearing them together in Brockton Bay would be dumb (unless you're ABB).
Using Empire gang speak for non-gang-members would be similarly dumb.
Not sure why this needs so much effort.
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A lot of characters in Worm get labeled "crazy", "stupid", and "crazy-stupid".
Blasto ranks way high up there for me. He both thought cloning the Simurgh was cool and then he released it.
I'm not saying he deserved what Bonesaw did to him, but...
evildice I have never, ever, not once, heard aryan used to describe anything other than white, blond haired, blue eyed people. It may be technically wrong, but assuming everyone who is not a neo-nazi will know and use the correct definition seems to place you in the minority here.
Blasto ranks way high up there for me. He both thought cloning the Simurgh was cool and then he released it.
I'm not saying he deserved what Bonesaw did to him, but...
evildice I have never, ever, not once, heard aryan used to describe anything other than white, blond haired, blue eyed people. It may be technically wrong, but assuming everyone who is not a neo-nazi will know and use the correct definition seems to place you in the minority here.
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In fact the first hit on Google for Aryan ideal is this.
Though if you read your own source it takes you through the evolution of the word into modern usage.
wikipedia said:The master race (German: die Herrenrasse,das Herrenvolk ) is a concept in Nazi ideology in which the Nordic race—a branch of what in late-nineteenth and early-twentieth century taxonomywas called the Aryan race—represented an ideal and pure white race. In Nazi ideology the Nordic race was the purest example of the original racial stock of those who were then called the Proto-Aryans,[1] whom the Nazis believed to haveprehistorically dwelt on the North German Plainand to have ultimately originated from the lost continent of Atlantis.[2] [/]
Though if you read your own source it takes you through the evolution of the word into modern usage.