Be Ace. Conquer Space

be ace. conquer space

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I AM GONNA LEARN OLD SLAVIC

*Opens Wielka Księga Demonów Polskich (the great book of polish demons)*

'White goose - personification -> death in the Silesian voivodeship. One evening a miner was walking home near a pond and saw something white. He approaches it and sees its a goose. So he took her home. He let her out to the chicken coop (I think?) and gone to sleep. Next morning woman (like his wife) looks into the coop and the goose is gone, so she goes to tell her man, but he's already dead. People then said it wasn't a goose, but death and he had brought her upon himself.

Warsaw-Kyiv pride parade

“Pff. You’re not asexual. You realize they’re a bunch of incels, right? If you think there’s something wrong with your hormones, you should see a doctor.”

“Wow,” Y said, readjusting their glasses. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”

X smiled. “Someone with common sense?”

“An irl aphobe.” Y started digging in their bag, their face a look of pure excitement. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve encountered plenty of people with ignorant questions. But I’ve only seen the true, malicious hatred online. You’re the first specimen I’ve found in real life.”

“I’m sorry. Specimen?”

Y pulled out a round metal calliper and started measuring X’s head. “Yes. Now tell me, how exactly would you define ‘asexual’?”

X blinked at the tool. “Uh … you know. Someone who thinks being a lonely virgin makes them special. Or just someone with a mental illness.”

“Fascinating.” Y used tweezers to pluck a couple hairs from X’s head.

“Hey!”

Y dropped the hairs in a vile, their eyes gleeful. “Okay, and what about ‘aromantic’?”

“What’s that?”

“Oh my god you’re perfect.” Y had a tiny notebook, and was rapidly scribbling down notes.

“What the hell is going on?”

Y looked up, their attention refocusing on X. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? You see, I’m a moronologist.” They readjusted their glasses again. “We’re a new field aiming to determine the source of intellectual deficiencies in an otherwise fully functioning brain.”

“Uh … what?”

Y looked ready to cry of happiness.

“Oh please,” they said, grasping X’s hands. “Please come to my lab. You are exactly what I need. Are you afraid of needles, by any chance? Or allergic to latex?”

“Uh, I’m not sure. It all sounds a little – ”

“I will buy you all the White Claw you can drink.”

“Deal.”

Y clapped in delight. They were so getting published from this.