#biopods

[knowmeornot21]

"The Second Life of the Kulhad"

"The Second Life of the Kulhad"

In the year 2075, the humble kulhad—once used for tea and water—has found a surprising new purpose. Decades ago, as environmental movements grew, clay kulhads replaced plastic cups. But with time, capsule-based drinks and smart bottles became the norm. Tea in a kulhad became a distant memory, celebrated only during festivals. Mass production stripped the kulhad of its charm, and it seemed destined to vanish.

However, designers and environmentalists saw potential in the biodegradable clay. Rather than let the kulhad fade into history, they reimagined it as a solution to combat the environmental crises of 2075. By 2060, the “Kulhad Biopods” were introduced—clay pods filled with seeds and nutrients. Farmers used them to restore soil health, tossing the pods onto barren land, where the porous clay absorbed moisture and nurtured the seeds.

The idea spread to urban areas. Skyscrapers and rooftop gardens were lined with these plant-filled kulhads, transforming buildings into green ecosystems. Each new construction was required to have walls embedded with Biopods, helping cities fight pollution and cool down naturally.

People embraced this new tradition—tossing Biopods from balconies into public green spaces, watching flowers bloom where concrete once ruled. Schools began using Kulhad kits to teach children about sustainability, and at festivals, communities gathered to throw the pods into abandoned lots, turning them into lively gardens.

By 2075, the kulhad evolved from a disposable tea cup into a symbol of renewal and regrowth. It represented a shift from consumer culture to sustainable living. Rather than vanishing, the kulhad became a tool to heal the environment, making cities greener and the earth healthier.

In the end, the kulhad’s second life wasn’t about holding tea—it was about holding the seeds of a better future.

[handhelld]

Started detailwork on hux today :]

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Singularity is worth the UTI

[edsonjnovaes]

Black Mirror and Michel Foucault 1.2

“Pode conter spoilers” A.I. Carr – 2024 jul 11 Na interseção entre a filosofia de Michel Foucault e a provocativa série de televisão “Black Mirror”, emerge uma reflexão sobre poder, controlo, vigilância e as implicações que estes elementos têm na sociedade contemporânea. “Black Mirror” apresenta um conjunto de narrativas distópicas que exploram os dilemas éticos e sociais derivados ao avanço…

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Lo extraordinario es que la sociedad nazi generalizó de modo absoluto el biopoder y también el derecho soberano de matar. Los dos mecanismos, el más clásico, más arcaico, que daba al Estado derecho de vida y muerte sobre los ciudadanos, y el nuevo mecanismo del biopoder, organizado en torno a la disciplina, a la regulación, coinciden exactamente. Por tanto se puede decir que el Estado nazi hizo absolutamente coextensivos el campo de una vida que él organiza, protege, garantiza, cultiva biológicamente, y el derecho soberano de matar a cualquiera. Cualquiera quiere decir: no sólo los otros, sino también los propios ciudadanos.»

Michel Foucault: Genealogía del racismo. Editorial Altamira, pág. 210. La Plata, 2006

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dias-de-la-ira-1

[abysswatchers420]

he gets in yorinobu's 80yr old body and guess what!!!!!!! you still gotta get a colonoscopy!!!!! he prob has to get all the bloodwork n shit done. 'son, what kinda life have u been living?? u got the herp??'

nobody talks or thinks abt cyberpunk characters like i do, get ON MY LEVEL

i like saburo bc hes still a regular human being!!!!!!!!!! whos no doubt had colonoscopys and forced to drink prep and shitting his brains out!!!!!!!! bc getting old SUCKS!!!! not even a corporate god is free from getting a tube shoved up his ass

[daily-singularity]

Finished the rogue clone au designs :]

Some Au ramblings below the readmore

Gabriel confronts Dmitri about his medical records instead of keeping his discovery secret. Dmitri detains Gabriel and keeps him confined until he “comes to his senses”

Every time Dmitri tries to bring him food, Gabriel tries to attack him, so he orders the Hux units to feed him.

While trying to extract info from the HUX units, Gabriel realizes A7-13 is different- while not exactly sure how or why.

When Hux disables the life support, he also disables the electronic lock on Gabe’s cell, allowing him to escape. 

He finishes Hux’s body with him and together they go hunt down Dmitri. 

Gabriel demands answers from him, but gets fuckall before Dmitri detonates the gas tank trying to kill them both. Hux barely manages to pull Gabriel out of the blast- but in still nearly kills him.

Hux didn't intend to save Gabriel, but there was a sudden fear of being completely alone that drove him to save his life.

Using his biotech and the energy of the Alien Crystal, Hux repairs the burned and mangled remains of Gabriel’s right half. 

The Alien Crystal makes a sort of Hivemind/neural link between them. Hux and Gabe’s thoughts kinda bleed into one another- they are still their own person but the intense emotions bleed over and they can send brain messages to each other.

Hux fixes up gabe but before he is able to repair himself though- the entity drags them into the realm, so he is left with a body that is similarly mangled to his one in canon, but to a much lesser extent because he had less damage to fix and also didn't force himself to function while literally on fire. 

In the entity’s realm, Hux functions as normal. He takes on his Killer role and hunts in trials and vibes in his realm between them. Gabriel however doesn't take on a survivor role. He is more of a “resident” in the fog, not killer or survivor but moreso Hux’s plus one.

Gabriel doesn't see himself as a human anymore- especially not with Hux’s mind leeching into his own and the overall Alien-ness of his body.

Gabriel has a general envy towards humans because they have what he didn't- agency and free will- that manifests itself as hatred. He doesn't blame all humans for what the humans of his time did, but that does not mean he likes them.

In the realm

I'm very partial to the headcanon that survivors can leave the campfire and wander the fog, scavenging for offerings and such- so I'm imagining lil scenarios where they run into Gabriel and aren't sure exactly what he is.

Survivors would tend to visit safer realms, ones like Autohaven or Ormond. They learn which ones are safe and avoid the ones with more ruthless killers. No one wants to wander into Lery’s and deal with The Doctor having their way with them outside of trials- and the same would go for Toba Landing. Survivors wouldn't go there since Hux has pods all over his realm- if you’re there, he knows.

Say a survivor does visit. Claudette wanting to study the alien plants. She sees someone in the distance- someone alive unlike the normal corpses being devoured by the flora. She mistakes Gabriel for a new or unfamiliar survivor at first- his shape is so clearly human and shes never seen him before in a trial to recognise as a killer. She calls out to warn him hes stepping too close to a biopod. He whips around and she sees how fucked up half his face and body is. His warbled voice “Humans aren't supposed to BE here” Echoing across the landing and she realizes she has made a big mistake. It only takes a couple of seconds for a biopod to lock onto her and for The Singularity to materialize behind her- She doesn't know who or what gabriel is, but hes no friend as he just stands by while Hux guts her.

Survivors from trials couldn't be harvested for genetic material and biomatter since the entity takes them- but outside they are free game. So Hux pretty much kills everyone who comes through for materials.

[sikoi]

kaines biopod

[forcedhesitation]

HUX BUFFS. I REPEAT HUX BUFFS. PARTIALLY BASE KIT SOMA FAMILY PHOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Info from @/dvveet on twitter!!

First, here is the OG post.

THE SINGULARITY has received HUGE changes, here’s a quick rundown -

• [NEW] Biopods automatically aim at nearest Survivor upon taking control of one.

• [NEW] After 0.25 seconds, targeting progress now decays over the next 0.5 seconds.

• [NEW] Added ability to destroy currently controlled Biopod.

• [NEW] Receive Killer Instinct when a Survivor becomes Slipstreamed.

• [NEW] Gain 3% Haste in Overclock mode.

• [NEW] Added aim assist effect when shooting a Slipstreamed Survivor.

• [NEW] Passive EMP printing is capped at 97%, with the rest needing to be done manually by a Survivor. They will be highlighted in Yellow when capped.

• [NEW] Disabled Biopods briefly pulse before reactivating. Alongside this heap of new additions, there are a lot of other changes.

BIOPODS -

• Survivors only glow if they can be targeted.

• Decreased targeting cooldown after Slipstreaming a Survivor to 3 seconds (from 3.5 seconds)

• Hear audio from a Biopod by default.

• Last controlled Biopod has Aura revealed for 10 seconds (from 5 seconds)

• Reduced time to switch back to The Singularity to 0.5 seconds (from 1 second), but increased it when near a Hooked Survivor to 1.5 seconds (from 5 seconds)

• Better aim assist when setting Biopods.

• Improved UI

OVERCLOCK -

• Increased base duration to 5.7 seconds (from 4.7 seconds)

• Stuns caused by Perks now cause Overheat.

• [REMOVED] Overclock’s scale with number of Slipstreamed Survivors.

EMPs -

• Decreased Aura range of Supply Cases to 28m (from 32m)

• Decreased range of EMPs to 8m (from 10m)

• Decrease immunity to Slipstream after using an EMP to 0.35 seconds (from 2 seconds)

ADD-ONS -

• Pass through of add-ons

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Pretty much all of these changes sound amazing. I doubt that they are going to dramatically increase the number of people playing the singularity, because he is still a complicated and demanding killer to play, and why bother when vecna is right there, unnerfed.... but for us dedicated players, this is going to make hux's gameplay feel a lot better. and who knows! maybe some more people will pick him up and find they like him!

this is honestly SOOO, SOOO much better than I expected, though. I would have genuinely been content with the 3% haste bonus for overclock mode, but we also get all these great new features to streamline the use of his biopods! which is. wow. I'm so happy. there is the possibility that there's something here that may cause problems that is just Not Clicking in my brain, which will inevitably lead to a nerf of some kind, but it all seems fairly solid and fair to me on paper. unless "pass through" means they aren't touching his addons, because if so, that might cause problems, since the soma family photo would award an extra 5% haste bonus. they should at the least nerf that addon to 3% as well, maxing his haste bonus out at a nice, even, sexy 6.

naturally, the misery-rotted crybabies of twitter are already complaining that this will render hux "too OP," especially "in the right hands," as if he isn't already a force to be reckoned with in the right hands. ANY killer is powerful in the right hands. the right hands are usually people who've played hundreds upon hundreds of matches as that killer. and it's not like any of these (likely low mmr) people are going to see him every match anyway. he's not vecna, wesker, or huntress, lmao. these changes are not going to magically make him super easy to play. biopod placement still matters, replacing biopods still matters, efficient chase still matters, tracking survivors' every movement still matters, using overclock efficiently still matters. learning to deal with coordinated swfs will still be very, very hard for people just starting out with him, because his counterplay is incredibly simple.

[highflygingcon]

The rabbit stirred, a small noise escaping her as she tried to hide behind her arm to escape the light. When that didn’t work, she pushed herself up and opened her eyes only to be greeted by unfamiliar scenery. She looked around before her gaze trailed up to the mechanical being for an explanation of where they were.

This old ship held many secrets. One Trojan worked to make sure it never saw the light of day was a relic of their old life. Carefully crafted lies, and constantly moving the modified biopod that kept Tater alive to different parts of D.R.O.N.Es interior kept the little bunny out of sight, and away from any rowdy Decepticons looking for something to take their anger out on.

Trojan had hoped they would have moved on from Griffon Rock before Taters habitat needed to be cycled. But, they were nothing if not punctual in the care of their charges.

They popped open the glass casing, presenting a single digit for Tater to grab onto. "Time to get up, small one." Trojan urged in a bored tone.

[hottestwitchinthefog]

So. Singularry and I like to text back and forth in between trials. Mostly because he doesn't get signal in trials. Imagine my fuckin surprise when I'm in a locker and my phone beeps, mid goddamn trial, WITH THIS PHOTO IN THE MESSAGE. Nea really stood in front of a biopod until he checked said biopod and she scared the hell out of him.

[canispembroke]

I've been playing Hux a lot lately in dbd. He's a robot programmed to help humans from Huxlee Corp colonize planets, who came into contact with alien tech, decided to use he/him pronouns, and started to use the cloning tech and parts from other huxlee bots to improve himself. Wonderful mess of a robot and transmasc king

Decided it'd be fun to draw Monday as Hux, so I've got a starting sketch for fun. Also a doodle of it pumping a bunch of cloning Goop down pales throat that it uses to create biopod extensions of its own mind

[parviocula]

Hyena handling Smashers Biopod

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

if one day u ever decide to do requests please consider singularity with a very sassy s/o who doesn't hide the fact they like him. s/o always goes to him whenever a trial ends to tall nonstop for hours, likes physical affection and is always telling him good things abt him.

I went with the headcanon route because I thought it would be fastest to post, but please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message if you are wanting a fic! I hope this is to your liking ^^'

Thank you for the request! I admit this ask is a big reason as to why I started accepting requests again <3

Hux of course doesn’t feel emotions so it takes a bit to get to him, but receiving compliments and such would most definitely pique his interest. Feed that ego of his and it forces him to hesitate bringing any harm to you. He wants to see there all these words are going

He thinks knows these things about him are true, so it probably wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have somebody who will give him some adoration 

Obviously our beloved robot is very vocal about his distaste towards humans, so initially having a human follow him around will be…exasperating

Unless he was the one who was annoying and followed his human around, he’s gonna be a total hypocrite once the favor is returned and he’s followed around any time he’s not in a trial

Like either way, Hux is going to be pretty damn hypocritical as if he hadn’t been leaving Dvarka solely to follow and stalk observe you

He’s surprisingly easily to spot, even when he’s looking through his biopods. If you bring up having been followed by him, he will very much deny it and basically call you crazy

“You’re delusional.” “And you’re cute when you lie with that monotone voice.”

There will be moments in which he gets impatient and leaves his map in search of you, only to get frustrated when he can’t find you to then return and see you chilling inside the Huxlee Caracas III

“What took you so long, Hux?” Yeah that would IRK him to no end and he’d give you the silent treatment (until you joke about leaving)

Seeing the personality on this robot, he probably needs somebody who can match his attitude. Let’s be honest, he is a brat and needs somebody who will show they are not going to deal with his shit

It will be satisfactory when he arrives to Dvarka after trials though, no complaints from him but also not very much conversation 

Hux claims to find your voice annoying when you talk and talk and talk…why do you talk so much? Go back to worshipping him or something

He’s lying. Again.

Initially it would get on his non-existent nerves; he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about nor does he care. But really, as time goes by it’s pretty soothing hearing you talk and talk. It’s the background sound he desperately needs on a map filled with sounds he can hear everywhere all at once. 

He doesn’t ever really leave Dvarka, but if he does he expects you to be at his side but again will not admit it. He also expects conversation (from you); don’t be surprise if you ask him something and he doesn’t respond

Now…Hux with affection…oh geez, literally not a big fan. Whether it be due to the disgust he feels for humanity and every biological component they have, or his heightened senses that have made him sensitive  to everything…it will be a challenge to get to being affectionate with him 

Hux claims he doesn’t care about a lot of things, yourself included, but there’s so much to learn and so much he can’t exactly do. You could almost say he yearns

Those moments in which he sees you being physically affectionate with others, a negative feeling will be deep within him. He doesn’t have emotions, but certain feelings are still there (and fear is definitely one of them)

It might bother him enough that he does become a bit more sassy, but once you figure it out and ask if it’s alright to show him some more fondness…yeah, he might just be putty 

It’s not just anybody touching him, it’s his pet human and you’re not slamming a pallet down on his head. You’re not stabbing him in the back nor are you making his skin melt

It becomes a common occurrence for him to demand physical affection. And for you to tell him aaall the good things about him

I don't like to describe Hux like an animal, but...he genuinely is so cat-like. Very independent and does not need you nor does he want y- wait come back where are you going I did not give you permission to leave come and hold my claw

[another-corpo-rat]

a language of its own

i planned for this one to be tooth-rotting fluff. spoiler: it is not. because god forbid these two stay on script for me

Adam Smasher/OC Summary: In the wake of Hanako's coup, a lot of things are uncertain. Loyalty, mostly.

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“Do I need to remind you what ‘do not disturb’ means?” Victoria’s voice is flat, her eyes not lifting from the document she’s re-read thrice already, certain it’s more interesting than an intern cowering at her threshold like a cold pup. She can hear their gulp, how they shuffle their feet awkwardly in place. Lily, then. A mouse of a girl who’ll get caught in some trap before long.  

“I- I’m sorry Ms Crane,” the gentle voice is confirmation. Really, she would be better working for some holo-company. “But he wouldn’t take no for an answer—” She doesn’t need to look up to know who the he in question is either, simply letting out a heavy sigh and rubbing at her forehead to ease a brewing headache.

“Let him in.” She flicks her gaze up merely to confirm and, yes there stands Adam fucking Smasher. In a Gemini frame granted, so the sight is not nearly as impressive even if he still manages to fill the doorway. No, what’s impressive is his collection of ratty t-shirts he insists on wearing because God forbid he wears one of the many button-downs she had gotten.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Clearance says otherwise.” A clearance she’s surprised he has considering he was grounded, for lack of a better term: confined to a Gemini frame and unarmed until further notice. A slap on the wrist really for his apparent siding with Yoriunbo. Though Victoria has to wonder how long Hanako will prolong the punishment now that the medtechs have marked him as mentally sound enough to return to the Dragoon; what was riding a delicate balance is slowly tipping against the heiress. Already whispers were brewing that she was afraid of Arasaka’s war hound. It wasn’t a good look.

“Why are you here?” She tries instead, locking her desktop’s screen as he steps into the room, too purposeful in his stride towards her desk.

Paranoid, her own thoughts hiss at her. It’s soundly ignored: paranoia has served her well in its small doses, it keeps her on her toes, sharp. It tells her there’s something off about his being in the room, even if she can’t quite pinpoint what as her eyes continuously draw over his horrendous jacket.

“I’m fucking bored.” He drawls out as he circles her desk. His eyes drop from her blackened screen to trail their own path across her scattering of notes, barely legible chicken-scratch a far cry from her usual script. Her own follow a few seconds behind. Nothing too incriminating – she doesn’t think she’s left anything about biopods lying around.

“So you decide to bother me?” A grin bares his teeth as he leans into her chair, the weight of him almost pulling it back. Yes, is the needless answer as he curls a loose lock of hair around his fingers and tugs lightly.

“You’re the safest option.” A final, hard yank before he lets go. Far too obvious in intent as he leans to read the specific paper she’s been hunched over. That grin falters, pulling into something harder when she lays her arm across the bulk of it. “What’ve you been working on?”

Something pricks at the back of her neck; sharp and needling as her throat dries. Pressing her tongue against the point of a canine, she reaches for a casual tone rather than a bite.

“That’s on a need-to-know basis, Smasher.” Immediately she knows it’s too practiced, too formal, the narrowing of his eyes confirms it. The bite would have been better. Calling him Adam would have been better. The material of her chair gives a protesting groan as his grip tightens on the headrest. She almost protests herself, but bites her tongue - better the chair than her, and that is riding on a very thin line. One she’s not quite sure how to tip the balance of.

The focus on the risk to her neck keeps her distracted as his other hand snakes around, snatching the page from under her arm. “Adam!” Her outrage is met with a sharp laugh. Smug in his victory, amused in her pitiful attempt to steal it back.

He snaps the paper rigid in his grip, holding it above his head and reading through. Ignoring her undignified little hops, or the nicks her chrome nails leave when they glance against his skin. His eyes narrow, the thoughts twisting obviously in his head as he lowers the paper.

“You studying to become a neurologist now?”

“In a sense.” A hiss as she snaps it out of his hand and returns the paper to the small hoard of loose sheets, putting herself in the space between him and her desk. As if that’d stop him. But she may as well make some effort; there was too much information laying around and she only had herself to blame for the security risk.

It’ll be pinned on her, might even give Hanako a means to remove her from her project. She’ll throw a stink if it comes to that, for the entire breach the heiress facilitated unknowingly or not by allowing Smasher to keep his permissions. Clearance, he said. A clearance he had the moment Yoriunbo made him head of security, and yet here he is exercising it now.

“So, the princess is still letting you work. I gotta wonder why.” She eyes him as he prowls about her office, rolling his shoulders before he plops himself comfortably on the leather sofa against the opposite wall. It’s not the usual way he’d sit, with an arm thrown across the back and his knees spread wide. No, he hunches forward now, tries to pin her under his gaze.

“Because it’s useful. Simple as.” Her innate need to be difficult has her mirror his demeanour; arms crossing as she leans against her desk. Chin lifting to look down on him. It earns her a clenched fist.

“Mhm, funny that.” Something in his eyes harden. A warning that has her own gaze flick to the door. She wouldn’t get there in time. Not with him so close to it. “How you manage to make a big breakthrough just before things went to shit for ol’ Yoriunbo. Great fucking timing there.”  

“It’s not like you to dance around an accusation, Adam.”

Not like him to make a move in this particular field either. He’s well-versed in the dance of career corpos; the machinations and manipulations. Yet he normally leaves that domain for her to play in.

“Fuck it in with the games, Crane. You know what I’m accusing you of.” She does: as well as she knows the barely-concealed anger that mars his tone now. And though he’s not in the Dragoon, the want to soothe him is an innate thing, a skill honed more for her benefit than his. She presses it firmly under heel.

“You think I would manoeuvre myself in a way that would likely set me against you. That I’d stand aside, content with my new lot under a new CEO, and leave you to rust.” She pauses, not to consider her next words but the very idea. Yes, actually, that does sound quite like her…

She hums derisively. “If it wasn’t you, then yes. There’d be some truth to that.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I’m yours in plenty of other ways, what makes this so different?” Something crosses his face then, a confusion she thinks, marring the hard set of his lips and easing the clench of his fists. There’s a tension in his shoulders, obvious to her now that she’s looking for it.  

Has it been there since he stepped through the door? She wouldn’t know; as much as she prefers this newer frame she can’t read him well in it. Not like she can in the Elvis suit, or even the Dragoon.

“It’s an out.”

“It is.” An out to the contract tying her to him; leverage for her to pry herself from his grip. She could never hope to replace Hellman and his niche little hole, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t dig out her own with OIZYS. There’s a versatility she’s yet to explore, lingering on the edges of her attention: all the failed branches and threads to be twisted into their own projects once the parent is perfected.

She watches him as she agrees and – yes, there’s that tension. It rolls through him like a wave, most notable in how he works his jaw. Like he’s biting down. “One you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about. But,” It’s dangerous. Stupid. She moves towards him, stopping in the space between his spread knees to cradle a square jaw, tilting his chin upward to meet her eye.

His hands rest on her hips, heavy in their press.

“Have you considered that I like being where I am?” She softens her tone, lets fondness ease her gaze as her thumb trails against the rough line of his jaw.

And again, that confusion. It’s beautiful to see up close; the slight, brief furrow of his brows that narrows already hardened eyes. As ill-practiced as she is reading this suit, he’s as out-of-depth emoting in it. Nothing is subtle, it’s as if every relevant muscle is being yanked by a string until he finds the expression he wants. He finds a neutral expression now. Blank to match his dry tone.

“Careful, you might get me thinking that you care.”

“Oh, now I can’t have that.” She smiles as she brushes her lips against his, pulling away the moment his grip tightens and he tries to wrangle control. There’s a mere whisper of space, warmed by her caramel-scented breath.

She’d let him devour her in a heartbeat. Let him make a mess of her and the office alike if the timing wasn’t piss-poor; if Hanako’s eyes weren’t sharp in their search for anything to pry at. They were already treading a delicate line, too blatant, too public and yet not public enough. The stupidly bold part of her wants them broadcasted. “I’ll need to make you certain of it.”

His jaw slackens, grip loosening enough for her to step away without having to pull from him to retreat to her desk, hiding the bubbling in her stomach behind a smug twitch of the lips as she lets that settle in the air. It’s as close to a confession as she’s willing to give and even then it feels too much, her blood thrumming and a buzz rising in her ears at a very obvious misstep.

Her eyes veer to her scrawl of notes, to the page at the top – the one he had read. She doesn’t sit. Instead leaning over the desk, attention crawling over the annotations of an old case study: Phineas Gage and his wondrous survival. Nothing about biopods in that. Good. She can at least look busy, even if her fingers tap erratically against her desk and she worries her bottom lip between teeth. It’s a pointed effort not to glance up when she hears him move, following the sound of his steps in their wide circle of the office until he stops opposite her.

His hands warm and calloused, engulf hers. Pressing them into the desk to stop her tapping as he leans forward.

“Likewise, Blondie.” He’s gentle as he presses a kiss to her forehead, thumbs ghosting against the back of her hands. If she looked up, his expression would have been an uncharacteristically soft thing; eyes warm yet uncertain in the gentler motions. She didn’t look up.

He pulls away as quickly as she did, and with far less grace in his own retreat as he calls over his shoulder; “I’ll see you at home.”

She can’t answer beyond an affirming hum, biting back a too-wide smile and trying to crush the odd feeling in her chest. There’s no real effort to that crush. She gives up on it as soon as the door slides closed.

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hi! So, I'm a little freaked out. I opened my browser today and noticed a new extension I didn't install, "Cosmos Configuration". I tried playing with a few things for the heck of it, but never noticed anything different. Then my mère ame-cay into tiqwIjDaq SoS and yelled at me, so I was distracted and said I'd call a biopod meeting with her, Dad and Carr. Carrier's always been the wisest of our pack, and has suggested I just hit either 'Restart' or 'Reset'. What do you think?

I think you should probably come into a branch to see someone in Reality Compliance. Weird that a browser extension is causing this, seemingly, but the folks in AbTech will want to see this, so if it's on your laptop bring that.

Though it seems like reality may have diverged enough that you may not be able to.