brief farewell, severely overextended Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri metaphor
Walking away from Masto for a while. Hoping to let this stew until at least the weekend. I really did not intend to open a can of mindworms, let alone get any of them on any of my friends who are having a rough time.
But I'm begging you. Look at those mindworms and ask "What would Academician Prokhor Zakharov* Do?"
Get to work weaponizing those little fuckers, because lord knows Miriam won't have the FAINTEST clue how to even deal with them, let alone make friends with them herself. Gosh, communing with alien telepaths would be a SIN.
(I mean, you can ask him. He'd canonically be 28 right now. 🤯)