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Prologue and Index!
Previous Chapter!
It feels a little weird to add a ✨Paypal link, ✨ but hey, writing is hard, so if you want to tip me, I wouldn't say no!
CW in this one for animal death—though it occurs to me that I should go back and warn for the station mouse on the stoop, too. It was already dead! It didn't register to me! Also some gnarly surgery stuff.
Zarla's messages are a ton of fun to write. I also liked working out her emojis, which are approximations, since she is writing in SpaceTalk.
I really want to know the story of Hobbie and the Blast Crabs. That must have been an interesting day.
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Balancing a crate full of disgruntled sixcat on my bicycle had taken practice, but by now I was a pro. This one was particularly disgruntled, too; she was still growling as I carried her into the veterinary clinic.
I must have been whistling: "Well, aren't you cheerful today," Dr. Kellek observed.
"I caught Zip, sir," I said, presenting the crate.
He peered inside. "Very nice. The wily one, yes?"
"The Colony C leader, yes, sir."
"Excellent. Though I was looking forward to seeing anything you'd caught on camera."
I tried to look noncommittal. I had used a camera. But it wasn't the one he'd suggested. Zarla had shown me the capabilities of the one on Dad's tablet, and I knew using it was probably Eroding My Values or somesuch, but it was so much easier than applying to check out one of the library's huge, unwieldy models that needed a rig and lighting and magnetic tape cassettes.
I hadn't had to leave the tablet out for more than one night, anyway; Zip had picked that point to finally trip the trap.
Previous Chapter!
It feels a little weird to add a ✨Paypal link, ✨ but hey, writing is hard, so if you want to tip me, I wouldn't say no!
CW in this one for animal death—though it occurs to me that I should go back and warn for the station mouse on the stoop, too. It was already dead! It didn't register to me! Also some gnarly surgery stuff.
Zarla's messages are a ton of fun to write. I also liked working out her emojis, which are approximations, since she is writing in SpaceTalk.
I really want to know the story of Hobbie and the Blast Crabs. That must have been an interesting day.
---
Balancing a crate full of disgruntled sixcat on my bicycle had taken practice, but by now I was a pro. This one was particularly disgruntled, too; she was still growling as I carried her into the veterinary clinic.
I must have been whistling: "Well, aren't you cheerful today," Dr. Kellek observed.
"I caught Zip, sir," I said, presenting the crate.
He peered inside. "Very nice. The wily one, yes?"
"The Colony C leader, yes, sir."
"Excellent. Though I was looking forward to seeing anything you'd caught on camera."
I tried to look noncommittal. I had used a camera. But it wasn't the one he'd suggested. Zarla had shown me the capabilities of the one on Dad's tablet, and I knew using it was probably Eroding My Values or somesuch, but it was so much easier than applying to check out one of the library's huge, unwieldy models that needed a rig and lighting and magnetic tape cassettes.
I hadn't had to leave the tablet out for more than one night, anyway; Zip had picked that point to finally trip the trap.
( Which was good, )
