ic inbox || ruby city

[whatitis]

Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Carlos [heavily distorted feedback punctuated by sharp clicking noises], leave a message after the collective screech of eight different kinds of buzzards.

Comments

[digiorno]

Do you want to talk about science again?

[FEEBLY REACHES FOR SAFETY]

[whatitis]

Yes, that'd be fantastic. Great. Neat. I'm running out of positive modifiers so I think I'll shut up now?

[digiorno]

Perfetto.

. . .

[He thinks for a moment, then makes a heart in the air with both hands.]

Since no hugs - just that.

[whatitis]

[He copies the gesture, before hopping down off the bench to circle back around to...whatever Science is happening inside the centrifuge.]

So, um, anyways--I've decided to run a kind of control test on how the organisms of this city work. I have a thing of my own blood running in the centrifuge right now, at, like...some amount of RPS. Just to see what happens.