#938sps

[phantomrose96]

These tags are taking me out

Screaming crying resisting the urge to write a 10 question reading-comprehension quiz every time I post a story

#you know the kind #like the 10 questions are Not Hard #but if you forgot to do the reading or only read a shitty sparknotes summary then you’re sweating #desperately skimming the story during the first 3 minutes of class bc you know at least one question is gonna ask for an example #938sps

[phantomrose96]

Thinking about 938sps, and the retirees from this job must just be. The Worst. It’s a job that self-selects for assholes, ferments them with a bunch of other assholes for a few thousand (out of frame) years, and then spits them out obscenely rich and with no real human connections on some poor unsuspecting star system. It’s like an elon musk generator

(938 Seconds Per Second)

I was nodding along going "yes yes mhm yes" until the last line hit me like a metal baseball bat to the skull. YES.

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

hi your short story is giving me absolute brainworms it’s DAMN good. I don’t have anything of real note to add so I’ll just ask: is there anything you really want to say about the story but haven’t yet (like trivia or whatnot)?

(938 Seconds Per Second)

Probably that I'd very nearly abandoned it!

The idea started from an article I was reading about time dilation - the gist of it being "okay but what's to stop you from accelerating infinitely? Up to and past the speed of light?" and the conclusion was kind of "you sort of can... from YOUR frame, from YOUR perception of time, potentially. but from a resting frame, you will appear to only ever approach the speed of light." So even if you could perceive yourself traveling 100 light years in a month... to every resting body, 100 years have passed.

So I was like cool! Fucked up potential! I really liked the concept of "you can notice your mistake after 5 minutes and already be 100 years too late to fix it."

I toyed with a few ideas and ended up gravitating towards "what if one shipmate intentionally leaves another shipmate behind... and by the time this is discovered days later, the left-behind shipmate is long dead." I also settled on "what if your shipmate sucked so bad that he causes you to snap and leave him behind"

So I started writing with that as the core idea. Main character Mendoza has the Worst Coworker in the World Universe, and he snaps and leaves Carson behind on a planet.

...But then I was a little lost. I was struggling with the substance. The "what makes this interesting" and the "what ties this all together." Sure I could just write Carson being an ass for 3,000 words and then... Mendoza leaves him behind the end?

I was even struggling with the first draft because part of me was like "what's even enjoyable about reading about a completely insufferable person...?" Even Mendoza himself is no peach. Maybe the whole concept was just unpalatable. I kinda just... ditched it where it was.

Then I came back to it this weekend and decided to kind of rethink it, fresh. And the absolute biggest difference between the early stumbling draft and what I ended up with was Sampson. He actually solved so much. (He existed in the early draft, but not importantly.) He introduced the character stakes and the tying thread to the story I was missing.

Now it wasn't just Carson annoying Mendoza. Once Sampson's tome enters the story, the stakes change. Mendoza is now in the middle of Carson actively destroying the thing Sampson is even alive for. Mendoza is now in a position of actively needing to make choices--he could intervene and try to save Sampson's tome. He could tattle. He could do anything--but he doesn't. Because "not letting Carson win" is the single most important thing. Mendoza doesn't need to be any kind of hero. He chooses not to be.

And now the reader is captive to this conflict, privy to everything Mendoza knows, and does not act on, as Sampson unravels in the background.

And now we have a thread that leads to Carson and Mendoza ending up on-planet together. Carson isn't out there for shits and giggles, he's out there because the plot point about Sampson's tome led to this. Now Carson knows about the cargo, and now he's offering Mendoza the chance to not just be passive witness, but be accomplice to Sampson's destruction.

And it's enticing. It's unimaginable wealth, and it's getting off the shitty ship, and it's never seeing Carson again. Mendoza has the chance to stick to his every-man-for-himself ideals and go along with Carson. And it's interesting to explore Carson's reasoning for why they deserve this! They're the ones who sacrificed 300 years for this journey! Don't they deserve this over some fucker who wasn't even born when this mission started?

And then it reaches one pivotal moment--Carson's gleeful declaration that Sampson will totally kill himself once he discovers what they've stolen. Because now there are consequences to this action. If Mendoza follows through with this, it's with the knowledge that he's gotten Sampson killed. (And maybe he shouldn't care. Maybe it doesn't matter. As he's asserted this whole time.)

Mendoza doesn't do it. He pulls up the ladder after Carson.

He doesn't let Carson win.

And then the ending... the ending where Sampson very much was witness to Mendoza following Carson out of the ship. If Sampson were every-man-for-himself, he could just comply and tell Major Kensington what he saw. Mendoza knew Carson was outside the ship. Mendoza came back. Carson didn't. The ship took off. Sampson knows this all.

But, Sampson has an idea of what, may, have happened. He knows he accidentally revealed too much to Carson. He knows Carson stole the tome which contains information about the cargo. Sampson, maybe, knows what decision Mendoza made.

So Sampson lies to Kensington. Sampson will swear on his life he never saw Mendoza that evening. No one will ever know.

And just!!! It was delightful to find the piece that ties the WHOLE story through. It's not just "your coworker sucks and you booted him to live out 40 years on a planet for your next 2 weeks". It's character-driven now. It's about choices and consequences and the fucked up implications that the time-dilation travel throws in.

#938sps #thank you sdkjdsjjhsd

[phantomrose96]

OH FUCK I KNOW WHATS DRIVING ME TO DRINK ABT 938SPS

it's that Mendoza DOES put up with it! It's that everyone's put up with Carson until that single moment! It's that Mendoza nearly went with it! It's that everyone that's ever paired with Carson has been like, wow he's odious. He's the worst. But either not a single thing can be done about it or it never occurs to anyone to do anything about it, especially in conjunction with "well 8 days our time is 41 years, so what is there really to be done?"

It feels like this job would self-select for assholes & people who don't want to deal with problems - it's not like anyone will remember you by the time you get fed up and leave, after all. And where would you go, if you had a problem with a crew member? You're stuck there until you're fed up, and then where do you go from there? It's like the universe's worst cult or something. Everyone that could have talked you out of this is dead in like. 2 weeks time by your reckoning. A month out? Fucking forget it. You're stuck here before it might even hit you that you're stuck, and now the only people alive that could possibly understand you are the other schmucks that signed up for this. Honestly im unwell over this world you very casually built. Barkeep I'd like your finest chocolate milk pronto

(938 Seconds Per Second)

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT.

That tongue-in-cheek thing Mendoza says right at the beginning about "They'll trash your application if you have anyone who could even be mistaken for a loved one" is literally because everyone you've ever known in your entire life will be dead by Week Fucking Two of your first mission.

This job cannot have--as in they WILL NOT TAKE--the kind of person who might get homesick, might miss friends and family they knew, might regret it 2+ weeks into the job at the realization that everything they ever knew is dead and gone and launch into a complete mental breakdown in deep hyperspace traveling 0.99998c where the first pit stop they could even boot your sorry ass at is 200 years ahead of and 200 lightyears away from anything you ever knew.

And you know what? This doesn't just rule out weak-willed or weak-constituted people. This rules out anyone with any human connection. This rules out nearly everyone.

And the only pool of applicants this leaves you with is dangerous. So the best you can do. The best you can select for. Are the subset of applicants who will Put Up With It. And there's no saying what "it" is. You can't expect comradery, or friendliness, or amicability, or respect. Not from a pool of workers defined by their lack of social connection. Not from people willing to take a job which kills everyone they've ever known in 14 days. The best you can select for is people who will just put up with each other. Who will endure.

Dorian is drunk out of his mind 24/7 and stubborn and stupid, but he does his job, and he causes no real trouble, and he endures. Carson fucking sucks but he does his job. Mendoza is probably the star employee of the fleet as a grounded and reasonable man who's simply prickly and anti-social. Sampson is the closest to normal and he's coming apart at the seams, because he's NOT a true shipmate, he's a scholar sent from his dying culture. Everyone he knows is dead and he's so very fucked up about it.

But there's nothing to be done. There's only enduring. Because there is no recourse that can be sought from outside the ship. What greater body is there? Anyone who might hold that power to mediate conflict or dole out justice was born and died in the 2 weeks it took for attempts at self-mediation to fail.

Someone could take a stand against Carson. Someone could get morally fed up with him, and quit in a fit of indignant rage. Give in their notice and walk off the ship whenever the next mission ends. Walk off onto some planet with no one and nothing they've ever known on it and try to start over from nothing.

And the ship would take off. And that person would be dead in 2 weeks' time. Bones on some speck of a planet. Gone. No one on the ship would have any reason to think about them ever again. That could be you, too, if you ever got properly tired of Garret Carson.

There are certain lines that can't be crossed. Killing a shipmate would get you fired. Would get you kicked off, penniless, at the next rest stop planet with whatever local officials exist being informed of your infraction. Once you're OFF ship, then laws, and governments, can apply to you.

But not on ship... Not on ship... and if you're smart--in the unfortunate way that Carson is smart--you can push your luck, right up against that line where no consequences will ever find you. Carson has done nothing fireable. Carson would have continued his days on that ship never doing anything that actually counts as fireable.

It's like the universe's worst cult or something. ...and now the only people alive that could possibly understand you are the other schmucks that signed up for this.

These people have no one going in. They have no one going out. The only human beings even still alive with them are the insufferable assholes stuck with them on the ship. There is no recourse. There is no safety net. There is no justice and no plan except to endure, because the pay is good, because you're being paid for thousands of years of work, and one day you can retire somewhere you've never been with enough money to not have to care that you know nothing and no one.

And until that day, you endure.

#938sps #THANK YOU YES ENJOY THE CHOCOLATE MILK

[phantomrose96]

waking up in a cold sweat and realising carson really IS a dumbass because. because the badge is part of the process for getting out of the ship. mendoza was so obviously lying when he said he didn't have his badge but carson was dumb enough not to realise that. huh.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

Call it a momentary lapse in thought due to the adrenaline of the heist and the high of the concentrated atmosphere oxygen.

Call it a realization that hits 5 minutes later, and Carson screaming profanity to high heaven, and sprinting back to the ship's ladder as fast as he can run in uneven glowing sand.

Call it reaching the ladder--reaching where the ladder should be--only for Carson to crane his neck to the heavens and find nothing but the unfeeling and seamless hull of the ship, curving all the way up.

Call it screaming and thrashing and pounding on the ship's hull, because the emergency scanner at the base of the ladder-drop is buried 10 feet deep in sand blown into the ship's hull (Atmosphere. What a concept.), which fills itself back in immediately no matter how frantically or quickly Carson digs.

Call it a thousand failed attempts to loosen the escape pod with a single badge, because there was a loose bracket, before. There was a way to reach the escape pod solo, before. But it's been fixed. It's a safety measure to prevent a lone crew member from stealing ship cargo and sneaking off alone in the middle of the night. This does not change with badge scan #1 or #1000

Call it a frantic hour and a half of desperate attempts to break back into the ship, before it pulls itself from the glowing sand, and brushes Carson off like an ant, and zips away.

Call it 20 years before anyone but his killer has even noticed Carson missing.

#938sps #Call it get fucked Carson

[phantomrose96]

Obsessed with the death imagery around Sampson btw. Smelling like a dead rat, skulking like a ghost. The last survivor of a dead world, only he's barely surviving, certainly not living. The idea of these cultural ascetics is super cool but feels unfathomably sad to me.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

-slams hands on the table- YES.

YES.

Sampson is a detached limb of a dead body. He's a lopped-off finger dropped in formaldehyde and declared "See! The flesh persists!" of a body that has perished.

There are many ways to be tragically and beautifully dead in metaphor. Sampson is not that. Sampson rots. He's off-putting. He disgusts. He's isolated and alone and just... exists half-dead and half-rotten, has to exist, no one is allowing him the dignity to deboard the ship, and live the rest of his human life, and die a human death as the last death of his culture.

He dies more, rots more, when Carson steals and destroys his tome, because Sampson is nothing but the aimless vestige of his culture, alive only to keep it alive... and what is alive? No one is learning the culture. It's not spreading. It's not growing. It's not being studied and remembered and appreciated. ...It's just Sampson, whose only duty is to persist, and persist as long as long as long as possible... as if infinite persistence is the same as life...

Carson was not joking when he said Sampson would kill himself in the wake of the cargo getting ransacked. Carson was dead-fucking correct to think Sampson would kill himself. Those cultural artifacts are all that Sampson stays half-alive for. They're all he is. If they were stolen on his watch, ostensibly by his own fault... Carson was dead-fucking correct.

#938sps #Sampson is funny to me because like. when I FIRST started writing 938sps I hadn't like... managed to quite flesh out what I wanted from it #and so early-draft Sampson was kinda just... a guy. he was just a guy who was there #me when i started 938sps: 'this is Sampson he's like a socially awkward guy who's easy to pick on and he has bad breath' #me now: 'this is Sampson he's a Jesus allegory he's a living corpse he's the most tormented grad student to ever exist he's babygirl' #Mendoza would have been fine with stealing the cargo. He doesn't care about that shit. He'd have done it #the pivotal moment was this realization. Mendoza's realization that one of two people was going to die that night: either Sampson or Carson #Mendoza's realization that _he_ was going to kill one of two people tonight #Mendoza made his choice

[phantomrose96]

Just to add to the 938sps asks:

Mendoza said he had to be *someone's* asshole. And he's right.

He's Carson's asshole.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

Hello, answering this ask extremely late because I went digging for it to add something and couldn't find it and went "OH I never answered it"

anyway. YEAH. SPECIFICALLY ...! - To start there's the whole introductory part of the story that goes

The first thing about Lieutenant Carson is that he’s a dickhead.  The second thing about Lieutenant Carson is that he’s a dickhead.  (...) The remaining 10% are the cultural hermits preserving some kind of dying ethos, and guys like me who just didn’t have anything anchoring them down at home.   That’s probably wrong. I’m probably someone’s dickhead.  But Lieutenant Carson is everyone’s dickhead.   And most unfortunately, Lieutenant Carson is now my dickhead.

So just a fun, jaunty, over-emphasis on the weight carried by "dickhead" early in the story. To set some atmosphere and get comfortable.

And then. Fast-forward ohhhhh about 5,000 words or so, to when Carson and Mendoza are both outside the ship, right after Carson fakes removing Mendoza's helmet from him.

The adrenaline has already flashed through my bloodstream, and I’m trembling.  Carson is laughing.  I take a swipe at him, and he ducks my clumsy aim, still laughing, still heaving with his own mirth.   “Relax, dickhead, it’s breathable.”  I still myself, though breath still fogs my helmet and my hands still shake. Carson is standing in front of me. His eyes are like iridescent beetles in the luminance of the soil. His helmet is gone, and he’s breathing. 

A real throw-away line. A real nothing-burger. "Relax, dickhead." Except it's not. It is, in fact, a line that carries much more weight than Carson could know. This incidental branding of Mendoza as dickhead. "No one's dickhead." "Someone's dickhead." "Carson's dickhead."

It's at this part of the story that Mendoza is offered the opportunity to fulfill that role. To balance the scales. To make the choice that solidifies him as Carson's dickhead.

And he sure as fuck takes it.

#938sps #how many times can i type the word dickhead challenge

[phantomrose96]

938sps is - and I say this with deepest respect - The Lottery levels of fucked. I cannot pay a short story a higher compliment. I am forever altered.

I am also living for all your explanations/director's commentary.

Lastly your concept is brilliant but your prose is also so vivid! Loved the description of the glowing sand and fucked up forever by:

"There are a few thousand additional pings matching Carson’s badge ID against the escape pod sensor, ranging from 3:31am to 4:47am, at which point the ship engaged liftoff. " I could feel his desperation and horror and despair and he wasn't even our POV character.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

Achievement unlocked: be as fucked up at The Lottery

dsjhbsd thank you!!!!! I've been having a great time with the director's commentary. And I do very much love the specific genre of horror that comes from a very clinical narration--like you're reading an incident report--that invites you to fill in the actual fucked up horror of it. Like the narration refuses to assign any weight, emotion, or morality to what occurred, so suddenly that's YOUR job.

A few thousand pings. A start and an end time. A ship engaging liftoff. You fill in the rest :)

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

The part about 938 seconds that really stands out to me is that, when Mendoza mentions that Sampson’s culture died out last year… he doesn’t specify ‘in frame’ year. That’s pretty consistent over the rest of it, in frame vs out of frame, but that mention… even though he then goes on to talk about the years since Sampson woke up, it makes it seem like his culture dying is incredibly recent. Like, recent enough that Sampson being an ambassador isn’t intentional, it’s just that… he’s the only one left, by coincidence.

i also really like Sampson’s last line— “I didn’t see a single soul that night”. With this job, I don’t think he’s lying.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

Yup. See here's the thing - there's even more to it.

Mendoza spends nearly the entire narration intentionally specifying In Frame or not. It's his way to keep himself grounded and aware, and to never view In Frame time the same as the time of the whole rest of the universe. By being constantly aware, he'll never slip into the trap of thinking anything outside the ship is connected linearly with him. It's to avoid any nostalgia, any grief, any instinctual human response that assumes all time happens together, or any feeling like you are part of their world or they are part of yours.

Like, Mendoza even specifies that it's 3am (In Frame) when sarcastically noting Carson may have gone for a spontaneous 3am (In Frame) scrub down. Because again, that's a concept set by the ship they're on and its frame, not the planet.

So, having said that, the first time the death of Sampson's people is specified is during Mendoza and Carson's argument about the stolen tome

“I’m trying to educate myself. This is all that’s left of that poor poor culture that died 1,000 years ago.”  (Last year, In Frame.) 

Mendoza does the mental specification. The culture's been dead 1,000 years their time, and they died last year In Frame.

Then, at the very end, when Mendoza is considering taking off with Carson and stealing what remains of Sampson's culture, there's this narration:

Sampson left while his culture was still bleeding. It died overnight, sometime last year, and had been dead a few good years before Sampson even woke up. I’ve never quite seen him recover.  

Mendoza kind of... slips up, a little bit, here. "It died overnight, sometime last year". No... It died ~1,000 years ago. The Ship experienced about 1 In Frame year since then. These are separate. In Mendoza's usual style of talking about time, he'd have said something like "They died 1,000 years ago, which was last year In Frame."

Instead, you're right, Mendoza forgets to specify In Frame. Mendoza muddies the two together. And really what he's doing is he's describing when the culture died in Sampson's frame... It died last year to Sampson. Its death is fresh and new and painful to Sampson, the sole remnant of his people. In this moment Mendoza is failing to keep In Frame time separate from rest frame time because he's thinking about how it impacted Sampson. And Sampson, unlike Mendoza, is bad at keeping the times separate.

This is, of course, the scene where Mendoza silently makes the decision to abandon Carson outside the ship. Mendoza chooses Sampson over Carson here. And this is one of the hints, the way he breaks from his usual thinking and deviates, just slightly, to empathize with Sampson instead

#938sps #Sampson: ‘I didn’t see a soul’ #Sampson: (cuz everyone on this ship is some kinda demon jfc I swear)

[phantomrose96]

Hey do you think you'll ever publish 938sps anywhere else? I want to share it with my father but don't want to deal with the can of worms that is his opinion of Tumblr.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

You raise an extremely compelling point, and one I have also run into when I wanted to share Savit-e with my grandmother and just like copied it into a word document instead.

So, broad question to anyone: ...good place for posting original fiction...? I seem to recall Ao3 has something, maybe, for original fic but it was hacky, like the fandom was "original content" or smth. Am I totally wrong about that? Is there somewhere better for original content?

(I'm currently overlooking the funniest opportunity in the world to submit this to a literary magazine and get selected and end up winning a bajillion million awards and when they interview me about it I'm like "yeah idk I just needed to be able to link it from somewhere that wasn't Tumblr")

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

I love space and how extreme and fucked up it always in when viewed by the human level, and I thought many times about making a story like 938 Seconds Per Second, but I would always stop myself finding holes like "would the transported items even be valuable after so many years?" or "wouldn't the technology become obsolete at the exact moment it worked and years passed?" or "what about the ways language would have changed?" and you didn't allow details such as these to stop you. You didn't even gave them a spot in the story because it thematically ruins it, and now I am thinking "why am I not allowing myself to indulge the whole point of fiction?" and I feel something slowly unloxking within me. Also as a fan of fucked up physics and morals in sci-fi, loved the work!!!!

(938 Seconds Per Second)

See, here's the thing for me! Questions like that DO occur to me. It's part of thinking through the world-building. But for questions like that, unless they have a spot in the story it's MORE important, in my opinion, to instead answer: Does it detract from the story at all if I simply don't explore those? Is there anything about those questions that fundamentally breaks the story? Is it actually impossible for those to have answers?

"Would the items still be valuable?" If you mean in terms of the money amount that trades hands, I figure Entente money is pinned to an inflation-free peg. It can trade into local currency when it exchanges hands, but the Entente value is specifically inflation free, and specifically for workers dealing in time dilation. If you mean will the buyer still WANT the items after being shipped for so many years, sure there's speculation buying something you won't get for 100+ years. But I figure for intergalactic trade that spans light years, all their trade exists on these massive timescales. To have created this trade culture means there are cultures willing to wait out the time. The very foundation of their trade expects this exact thing.

"Wouldn't the technology become obsolete?" Keeping in mind the speed of light is still the fastest anything can move, you would NEED something like the ship to even get technology across the universe. So even if advancement is fast somewhere, spread is slow. These ships are probably couriers OF technology spread. And sure, probably a bunch of independent places independently advance their own technology, but the ship still docks down with some frequency between missions. Maintenance and upgrades can be done during any of those dock-down periods.

"Changing language?" Sure I bet language changes all the time. But for an intergalactic trade relation culture which has built itself upon immense time-gaps, they could easily have standardized to a specific, and non-changing, language standard. All legal documents are written in the common language, and as new items and concepts come into being they're given standard names. And then among regular people--translator masks. I gave the doctor one. The technology for that practically exists already today with google translate and text to speech, so it's very believable technology.

OKAY SO, ...were any of those answers actually super important to 938sps? Was 938sps harmed by not digging in to those...? I don't think so. Because none of this actually mattered to the core of the 938sps story. As long as none of these things presented glaring, unfixable plot-holes to the story, then I'm good. My answers to these questions might still be full of holes and what-ifs. Hell I probably could have answered any of these with "eh I dunno" and that still doesn't impact 938sps.

I think all of that leaves just a lot of runway and play-space to expand on the world presented in 938sps. But having any of those stop me from even putting down the first word? No, they don't matter.

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

i admire how dedicated you were to making Carson absolutely fucking suck. Garbage human being. Felt very vindicated when Mendoza pulled the ladder up. Also this has given me new appreciation for the fact that no matter what kinda dickheads I may have to deal with at least I'm not contractually obligated to spend all my time with them aboard an extremely small spaceship. Silver linings

(938 Seconds Per Second)

SECOND silver lining! You're also not trapped with them experiencing a flow of time so extreme that everyone you've ever known in your entire life has died of old age within your first 3 weeks on the job, making your shitty dickhead coworkers Literally the only living human beings you know. Which will remain true from now until the day you retire or go batshit insane and quit 🥰

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

ok but like teeeechnically, mendoza didn't kill carson, he just stranded him on a probably-habitable planet (with existing population? considering its an established re-fueling port?). its entirely plausible that he lived out the rest of his natural lifespan in peace or something. If anything, the next guy carlson ran into who had to Experience Carlson probably killed him. Mendoza's hands are clean and i stand by it

(938 Seconds Per Second)

It’s mentioned in-story that the planet is unpopulated! It’s just a refueling port, and even then it’s visited very rarely. Its fuel services hyperspace ships, so those show up once in an eon.

So in my eyes Mendoza did in fact condemn Carson to a fate worse than death. The planet has plant life, and possibly animal life, and the oxygen is breathable, so a human can probably survive.

But it’s empty, sandy and windy and starless. There is no light except for the low ambient glow of the sand. There are no days. There are no seasons. There is just the bare minimum to survive. So Carson can survive. He can survive and know that every single second longer on-ship that Mendoza gets away with it is 15 more minutes for Carson.

He has the ability to survive years and years knowing no one on the ship has so much as woken up yet. Decades unsure whether his absence has been noticed. …and if it HAS, knowing no one will likely turn around for him.

Carson gets to be one of the people who lives his whole life and dies before anyone on the ship has spared a thought for him.

#938sps

[phantomrose96]

maybe you shouldnt be a dick carson. lol. lmao even

(938 Seconds Per Second)

L + Ratio + Do Better + Suffer the consequences of time dilation as it applies to two bodies in drastically different acceleration frames

#938sps #that ones an interesting fic tag #license plate ass fic tag

[phantomrose96]

Holy SHIT. Jesus Christ. Re: seconds per second. I'm filled with a kind of indescribable horror on all fronts about. Like. All of it. What the fuck. I'm taking up drinking, that was so good

(938 Seconds Per Second)

JKDJDNSDJKNSSD

Dust jacket review: "I'm taking up drinking"

#938sps #thanks!!! sorry about the alcoholism!!!

[phantomrose96]

'938 Seconds Per Second' was great, it felt like a Twilight Zone episode (if TZ was R-rated? lol) in the best ways.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

It's like the classic TZ episode "what if there were two guys in space and one guy killed the other guy with a rock would that be fucked up or what?" reimagined for the modern age.

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