Fan Fiction Submission #3

Impassionata looked out over the depths of the wider net. Was the map complete? No map is complete they thought, except in the moment it is being drawn

Thus the challenge. The protocols for any still on the hero narrative were spectacularly simple. Encoded as they were in the substrate of our culture, the step of the hero narrative was spelled out fairly bluntly and directly in more or less every movie: communicate the important thing to the people who make decisions.

But the boomers have gotten us hopelessly confused.

Impassionata2 opened her eyes, having received Impassionata's transmission. The boomers have gotten us hopelessly confused, she thought. Hopelessly? Surely no. Of all the things that would breach "hopelessness" a political quagmire like this one was not remotely close. A significant setback.

One which could plunge the country into open civil war nonetheless.

Impassionata2 thought. As above, so below, so below, as above.

Thus: Scott Alexander.

A proximity alarm rang out from the @Nebuchadnezzar.

That's not good thought Impassionata2.

Carp lay satisfied in his condominium plaza somewhere in the southeastern US. His recent mostly successful attempt to merge with the sigils X and Y had provided a testosterone injection that had him brimming with energy, and for the first time, he turned his mind away from banging as many bitches as possible and towards the problem that rdrama faced. "It is a narrow road we walk," he muttered to himself as he afixed his chastity belt and prepared for the sojourn to outer space.

The bitches would have to wait.

Duty called.