19 August 2023

She's a scab.

You know, that thing, when you're wounded, and it appears to support your healing, and then, when you're all healed up, she leaves, never to be seen or heard from, ever again, and even though she leaves remnants in your scar, she's gone. She's beloved and loathed in equal measure.


Why isn't this ship going anywhere? This ship just goes around and around the Sun. I'm so bored I could die, and the dominant species is so primitive that it's constantly at war, with ITSELF! 


And they dream... of wage labor. 


And they're actively destroying the one ship that is their only home. Literally, they know exactly how to save their ship and themselves, yet, they refuse. Earth is an odd place; it is.