Reminds me (though with gender roles reversed) of Seanen McGuire’s song about the woman who is in love with a re-animator. Talking about wanting a man who “only loves me for my brain.” It is indeed touching.
I would call poop “metabolic waste”, as opposed to “biowaste”. It is the waste byproduct of an organism’s metabolic functions, as opposed to the parts of a biologic organism that have been deemed “waste”. Granted, there may be some poop in there, but it should theoretically be still contained within the intestines.
If a facility processes feces in any form (testing lab, say), then it will go into a biowaste disposal container. However, it would not generally be a place that toilets would lead to.
That being said, I really hope Dr. Lee has a strong immune system, and even then, she’s probably in for an unpleasant week or two.
That’s where I figured this was going when I first saw the chapter title – the already-foreshadowed giant robot would be the new host for Nick’s brain.
Welp. That pretty much vindicates my long-held belief that aspic isn’t even close to food-related (unless you’re a zombie, I guess. Then maybe it’s part of haute cuisine.
Dead or alive, though, *still* not touching it.)
Hardly. Unity eats anything. She’s eaten plutonium, the floor, and at one point it someone complained that when she used their bathroom, she left lug nuts behind. She can eat vehicles.
Funny, it doesn’t look much like Cosmoline.
But then again I’ve been out of the Service for some time. Who knows what sort of overpriced gunk the DoD is using these days.
Everything has its reason
Natural rigid rules
But, force me to treason
and I’ll show you fracking fools!
Data fits hypotheses,
Brains fit into jars.
But I have limits, and you’ve gone a step too far!
I’ve got some friendly bees, so scramble!
I’ve got a wicked gleaming eye!
You’re gonna see, you should not have messed with me! —
But first — gotta find my boyfriend, of the sky!
Everyone has their playthings
Everyone has their toys
I’ve sown my heartstrings
for my creation’s joy!
Leaving him in the sewage waste
Tossing him from above —
His brain’s impervious
to anything but love!
I’ve got some friendly bees, so scramble!
I’ve got a wicked gleaming eye!
You’re gonna see, you should not have messed with me! —
But first — gotta find my boyfriend, of the sky!
Just thought I should note, “Miracle of Science” is not just a lyric from Sting or a song title from Jetplane Landing, but also the title of a webcomic about Science Related Memetic Disorder. https://project-apollo.net/mos/index.html
If only I had remembered to read this yesterday….
I wonder how long he can last without his full support unit? Hopefully he at least isn’t conscious, that would be horrible for him. It’s also kind of surprising that they wouldn’t make sure he’s dead if they know how durable he is, which they should.
And now we no longer have to worry about the party being split up! ^_^
Hold that thought, Virginia. Or those thoughts.
Since she’s got Nick in her hands, she’s holding *his* thoughts.
Many are about her, so they’re hers in a way?
I’ve been trying to figure out a non-weird way to say this but: the look on her face as she tenderly cradles his brain makes my heart melt a lil.
Indeed. A very fine madness indeed.
Came here to say the same. It’s just adorable.
Yes indeed. Yesterday, I thought she was just in another of the predicaments she seems to find herself in. But this is devotion.
Reminds me (though with gender roles reversed) of Seanen McGuire’s song about the woman who is in love with a re-animator. Talking about wanting a man who “only loves me for my brain.” It is indeed touching.
“Aaaaw”
Oh good. Biowaste disposal. At least it’s not poop. That would be unhealthy.
Isn’t poop a form of bio waste? It is a biological waste product and all.
I would call poop “metabolic waste”, as opposed to “biowaste”. It is the waste byproduct of an organism’s metabolic functions, as opposed to the parts of a biologic organism that have been deemed “waste”. Granted, there may be some poop in there, but it should theoretically be still contained within the intestines.
If a facility processes feces in any form (testing lab, say), then it will go into a biowaste disposal container. However, it would not generally be a place that toilets would lead to.
That being said, I really hope Dr. Lee has a strong immune system, and even then, she’s probably in for an unpleasant week or two.
It can be two things.
Are you sure it’s Nick? Could be Anasigma tosses a lotta excess brains down the tubes. Remember the problems with the Brain-O-Mats?
Encased in protective jelly?
Please. She knows every wrinkle, every ganglia. They’re as familiar to her as her own hands.
Mr. Scott, you’re amazing!
Nothing amazing about it – I know this ship like the back of my hand.
Dr. Lee schlorped Nick’s brain in the first place. She’s intimately familiar with it.
But this is SO MUCH more horrible than I hoped…
She has? Wow, their relationship is farther along than I though—ooohhh, you mean surgery. Never mind.
And then the hideous mutated monster made of hundreds of discarded brains attacked.
Those only exist in illithid communities to protect the elder brain. No evidence of that here yet.
…this is definitely a setup for a ‘get your mind out of the gutter’ joke, isn’t it.
100%
Dandy in Aspic.
“Mars has decided you’re cute.”
Even if Virginia insists she doesn’t have SRMD.
Thanks(?) for prompting another archive binge! Good thing I am already taking some vacation time and just hanging around the house.
https://www.project-apollo.net/mos/mos000.html
It occurs to me that, with Nick in control, Annex One would be – formidable.
That’s where I figured this was going when I first saw the chapter title – the already-foreshadowed giant robot would be the new host for Nick’s brain.
“…if it wasn’t simply lacking, Annex One could give a whacking, if it only had a brain.”
Nick is a pacifist though.
I’m sure he’d make an exception or two.
Welp. That pretty much vindicates my long-held belief that aspic isn’t even close to food-related (unless you’re a zombie, I guess. Then maybe it’s part of haute cuisine.
Dead or alive, though, *still* not touching it.)
Just hope that Unity dosen’t see that, and think “snack time!”
I’m sure she will, brains are yummy. But she likes Nick enough to not eat him. She could’ve done so at any time when he was a helecopter….
Might be a bit too tough for her preferences.
Hardly. Unity eats anything. She’s eaten plutonium, the floor, and at one point it someone complained that when she used their bathroom, she left lug nuts behind. She can eat vehicles.
Funny, it doesn’t look much like Cosmoline.
But then again I’ve been out of the Service for some time. Who knows what sort of overpriced gunk the DoD is using these days.
Awww… shluppy love.
it’s either nick or abbey. someone.
^ This, for the win!
Everything has its reason
Natural rigid rules
But, force me to treason
and I’ll show you fracking fools!
Data fits hypotheses,
Brains fit into jars.
But I have limits, and you’ve gone a step too far!
I’ve got some friendly bees, so scramble!
I’ve got a wicked gleaming eye!
You’re gonna see, you should not have messed with me! —
But first — gotta find my boyfriend, of the sky!
Everyone has their playthings
Everyone has their toys
I’ve sown my heartstrings
for my creation’s joy!
Leaving him in the sewage waste
Tossing him from above —
His brain’s impervious
to anything but love!
I’ve got some friendly bees, so scramble!
I’ve got a wicked gleaming eye!
You’re gonna see, you should not have messed with me! —
But first — gotta find my boyfriend, of the sky!
(Corner Of The Sky, from Pippin)
Hooray!
It’s organ slurry. Called it yesterday!
Yes! <3 I knew she would save him!
And so now the detector will lead Skin Horse to rescue both of them together.
This reminds me of a line from an old Dr Who episode: “Undifferentiated protoplasm. Useful stuff.”
Maybe she could hook Nick up to Annex One, so he could take it out for a spin.
Thank you, Asig, for not putting that in a blender and pressing frappe before you disposed of it.
Just thought I should note, “Miracle of Science” is not just a lyric from Sting or a song title from Jetplane Landing, but also the title of a webcomic about Science Related Memetic Disorder. https://project-apollo.net/mos/index.html
If only I had remembered to read this yesterday….
To any woman who has ever been told, “My heart is in your hands” . . .
Ya just been one upped.
Aw, I miss A Miracle Of Science.
Gavotte, I love you, but you shouldn’t need any evidence to not serve aspic at parties.
I wonder how long he can last without his full support unit? Hopefully he at least isn’t conscious, that would be horrible for him. It’s also kind of surprising that they wouldn’t make sure he’s dead if they know how durable he is, which they should.