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    Rocky states his proposal as soon as Grace has one foot in the ladder, and Grace misses the next rung and almost cracks his head against the side of his bed in shock.

    There is no way Rocky had actually said what Grace thought he heard, just now. “You…you want to what? For science?!”

    Rocky tsks, like Grace has taken the implications way out of proportion. “Experiment,” he stresses. “Logical, methodical experiment. You make it sound… unreasonable.”

    Grace explodes. “Unreasonable! Unreasonable! You want to stick your hand up my ass!”

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    09 Jun 2026

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    If this record is a confession, let it be a complete one: the human-thinking-machine Rocky was gifted has everything on it. With the aid of the device Rocky had made back aboard the Mary that translates light on Grace’s human-visual displays to texture on Rocky’s Eridian-sonar display, accessing all of humanity’s combined wisdom is as easy as making a database query.

    Rocky consumes approximately 1,600 Earth-hours of human pornography before the ship’s engines cease to function, leaving it dead and stranded in space. Again.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    “I don’t want to share my coffin. I can’t fit anywhere else. I can barely fit in there as it is.”

    “I’m not asking to share,” Zaeth says; Mitch turns to stare at him, baffled. Zaeth is leaning over the coffin lid now in a way that’s really emphasizing his bulging biceps.

    (Mitch does not have much visible muscle. He’s strong, of course, but it’s not beautiful in the way Zaeth’s is. Zaeth looks every bit like a body builder, a human, and Mitch looks more like roadkill that simply cannot be torn apart. Like putty. Like cement. Something is inherently inhuman about him, and though he possesses the strength, it is not beautiful.

    Not like Zaeth.)

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    or: Zaeth decides he's taking Mitch's coffin. This goes over about as well as stepping into the sunlight.

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    05 May 2026

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    Maxwell sits outside the brig, clad just in his shirtsleeves and trousers, looking through the small barred window at Torse. Even in confinement, even in rage, he is magnificent to behold, all broad iron plates and pointed spines, the red glow of his iron heart casting each joint in sharp relief. Beautiful. Maxwell would never say that out loud, but he was, at this point, brave enough to think it to himself. Even the events of yesterday, that had led to Torse's newfound sleeping chambers being the brig, would not change his mind. Knuckle knives, fully bared, flying towards his face. Torse's glowing red gaze directed full force at him, battle-fire enraging him. Max had ducked, and dodged, and his heart had leapt into his throat. Torse's knuckle knives had sunk into the deck of the Zephyr instead of Maxwell's skull, leaving a hole six inches deep in the hard wood.

    A beat of silence had hung in the air. Two. Three. Maxwell's pulse raced, the heat of battle and the chill of fear warring within his chest. Were it not for his reflexes, Torse - with his iron heart and his glowing red gaze - would have killed Maxwell where he stood.

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    26 Apr 2026

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    The Captain barely flinches at the sound of the distant explosion, instead focusing what looks like the last of his strength to hold out the cerebro-slug in his stiff, frost-covered hand. “Take him.”

    Nyne swallows, readying his finger on the trigger.

    “No,” Takamori rasps. “Take him.” 

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    27 Mar 2026