The Hole in the Fence

And then I finished school and was immediately told my skillset was out of date. So I remembered what was important to me all along: Seeing the stars.

Where did all of this start? What changed me into a MAD scientist?

Anyways when I was taking Calculus II for the 20th vain attempt, but this time for real, my ancestral homeland fell under an unprovoked attack on the 100 year anniversary of our genocide. My tutor had to flee and I had to suddenly meet “my people” along with a rag-tag legion of mercenaries and furloughed IT workers and corporate consultants who saw no future in “The Same Thing Forever.”

In my own personal story, my wonderful NIST internship contract was revoked between year two and three, and then I just fell through the cracks. Maybe NASA forgot to look at my space cadette application. The US Army forgot I signed an indef contract. You find yourself in the same place but the world changes. Reality and digitality converge and every human interact suddenly became reduced to a stack of contracts that had to ezero out against another stack of contracts.

Every tear told a story, and I made so many friends along the way.

I guess I’ll never find out the secret of Calculus III — where they get to switch from cow culos to Chaos Culos.

I think at the end of the day, the one thing I wanted before I even became a Girl Scout, before I tried to earn my Green Beret, before I even went to NASA thinking I would ever make it: the one thing I alwayever wanted was to take my telescope really far away from everyone and look at the stars. Whenever I would do this, these weirdos would show up trying to smash all my stuff saying it was dangerous. The people who attacked that village when I was taking Calculus II, for example, are the telescope smashers.

I decided to create a chemical weapons company that focuses specifically on bionic acrylic nails that can get through metal detectors and make people type really quickly on all these devices that are meant to artificially frustrate us only to lease us back the ability to use them with less frustrations.

I have always been a lover, not a fighter, and what I realised is that women’s nail products slow them down and most of that is made for this generic “average finger shape” that no one actually has. I have seen everyone’s hands across the world. Some people have different nail shapes than others, but keyboards were largely a US-UK-EU innovation. There are some people who tell me they literally can’t type because they have to curl their fingers inward / obliquely, especially because low-flight laptop keyboards became the norm. It’s weird. Maybe that’s what holds people back. Maybe these keyboards keep getting shittier and smaller as a push towards just getting rid of humans from the equation, or ultra-optimising these to be toys or labour-generating devices for people with small hands.

So when I was in med school I got kind of wild with the radiology equipment when no one was looking. Basically these acrylic nails women get give their nail beds actual sunburns — and there are disposable covers that shield from the light but they are “bad for the environment”. it’s this weird intersection of being poor and having to fit into a mold where you just suffer as a fact of your life. I have a lot of chemical sensitivities and no free time so i never have actually painted my nails.

I think it’s also a good way to recapture plastics. Maybe I can sell rich people the trash they leave in my neighbourhood.

Do I care about AI? Of course: AI means love “love” in every language I know.

Dr. S, Disappointed