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“Okay, you little reprobates. You’re radiation-proof, I’ll grant you that. But how about I stab you in the face?”
“Yes!” I said. “I killed one!” “Good for you,” Stratt said without looking up from her tablet.
“I penetrated the outer cell membrane with a nanosyringe.” “You poked it with a stick?” “No!” I said. “Well. Yes. But it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.”
“No. That just leads to a bunch of drama. Because children are animals. Horrible, horrible animals.”
Besides, if I had a nickel for every time I wanted to smack a kid’s parents for not teaching them even the most basic things…well…I’d have enough nickels to put in a sock and smack those parents with it.
That’s pretty much a rule in electronics: You never get diodes right on the first try.
“You’ve been a bad alien cylinder,” I say to it. “You need a time-out.”
The Blip-A spins in space. It rotates end-over-end, probably at the exact same rate as the Hail Mary.
That’s so cute
Human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.
We probably put more effort into naming stuff than we should have.
I add a few exclamation points nearby because I feel like they’re warranted.
“You and what army?” Stratt asked.
oh she a baddie
“I sleep better if you observe.”
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Stupid humanity. Getting in the way of my hobbies.
“Be careful,” says Rocky. “You are friend now.”
“Usually you not stupid. Why stupid, question?”
“Adjust orbit while stupid. Good plan.”
I was a human with enhanced stupidity.
“I am, I am,” I say. “But we need to get to 8 percent so it can survive on Threeworld. Until then, we’re not done.”
spend a lot of time un-suiciding this suicide mission.
“Good. Proud. I am scary space monster. You are leaky space blob.”
Yeah? Well, hell’s coming back to you, Stratt. In the form of me. I’m hell.
“Which one of you did this?” I say.
