I still think the little girl who is the world’s most skilled at summoning earthworms has to be, like.. that’s the most interesting person alive. I wake up at night and remember that this fucking 6-or-whatever-year-old can just. Do that. That’s terrifying. I hate knowing this. But again, at the same time, I wonder about it constantly. The whole thing is supposedly a skill passed down through families. People have been honing this ability for fucking CENTURIES. But this little tiny child absolutely blows everyone else out of the water just by summoning HUNDREDS OF EARTHWORMS
Summary:
There is a look Root gets just before she wakes up. Her nose scrunches up slightly, and her ear twitches like a cat’s. Shaw likes to watch Root wake. She imagines The Machine turning on, or whatever it did, she still doesn’t know, and Root’s ear twitching at the sound.
i once wrote an entire academic paper with the central thesis of ‘everyone is kind of a dick to Data and it honestly kinda reflect how people treat neurodiverse people, which is also why we neurodiverse people relate to him so hard’
the original post was missing a line, so here’s the full poem!!
