Text Messages Between Dr. Mercury and Comrade Cockroach. These were transcribed off of the Comrade’s cell phone when he was captured in Miami. He later escaped. The cell phone dissolved into acid. But the record remains.
M: My last guest said my library lacked novels.
C: What happened to him? Death?
M: I am sinking my teeth into a good book.
C: Did you turn him into robot?
M: It was papery. Not at all delicious. I’m going to fix it.
C: With the novels, you are supposed to read. Not eat.
M: It’s better now that it screams.
C: You have a new guest?
M: No. The novel. I fixed it. It’s better now. Louder.
Never-Before-Seen Stage of Planet Birth Revealed
Astronomers studying a newborn star have caught a detailed glimpse of planets forming around it, revealing a never-before seen stage of planetary evolution.
Large gas giant planets appear to be clearing a gap in the disk of material surrounding the star, and using gravity to channel material across the gap to the interior, helping the star to grow. Theoretical simulations have predicted such bridges between outer and inner portions of disks surrounding stars, but none have been directly observed until now.
Want to piss off Dr. Mercury? Kill someone she wasn’t done with yet.
Truthfully, not much gets to her. Sure, Robots with literal hearts of gold are obnoxious, and she’s annoyed by the happiness of dolphins, but actual anger? Nah. Not really her style.
But kill someone she was playing with? Take someone from her before she’s finished with them? Steal her kill? Heaven help you.
Okay, I honestly doubt heaven will help. But maybe you could find shelter in hell.
Photo by Rae Winters
Photo by Rae Winters
The physicists, they look for ‘dark matter’, but I’ve found it. It’s_Her_, it’s the power of a singularity enclosed in a being. Everything you love and hate in one place, and all of the joy and despair you’ve ever felt manifest.
That was a first impression, mind. I was dying, but I didn’t care, so I was honest, really honest. I told Her how I thought I loved Her. How I felt the drive to see her, to die at Her feet in service to her.
Dr. Mercury by Rae Winters
There is a whole series of these photos which I’ve failed to get up. I’m hoping to write some fiction to pair them with.
One of the things that amuses me about this series is that I was two months pregnant when it was taken.