I resemble this meme:
She grasped at the words, most of them unfamiliar. It had been a long time since she had used the language, really. The conversation about the bread in the market and the price of pears had not kept them sharp, anyway.
Every one of them was poetry, dripping with half-remembered meanings, the picture they painted all the richer for her lack of memory.
Her fingers traced the words until she remembered, banishing the ghosts with each fingertip, chasing them to the next hazy word.
Been thinking about interspecies communication and diplomacy a lot lately...
"So this is your alphabet. It has 26 glyphs in current use, it fits on a business card, and it makes no sense at all."
"No arguments there."
"This is your international phonetic alphabet. The alphabet of the human speech system. Can you memorize this sheet of paper?"
"Uh... Sure, yeah, if that's my job."
"Good." *phonebook-sized thump* "This is the intergalactic phonetic alphabet. We'll work up to that."
I wrote a (dystopian) thing. https://aredridel.github.io/Story/Misc/Terms%20and%20Conditions.html
This character is _fascinating_
She is caught between:
* making her parents feel like giving up so much for her education was worth it
* staying true to herself, since she and her parents believe so deeply in that being important
* figuring out who she is, and whether that’s who her parents think she is.
"are you a 1337 h4x0r?"
"no, I'm a 1773 h3x4r."
"we're like the 1337 guys, but instead of being all edgy and leaking people's private data, we help people modify their equipment so it behaves how they need it to behave, and install solar-powered wifi hotspots in poor neighborhoods"
A chapter (mostly finished) introducing a character for my book.
Writing a teen transgender urban fantasy. Ask me about it.
I study natural language processing, parsing, & graph theory.
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