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As a state-of-the-art B-class wormhole-capable deep-space research vessel, I do not consider myself to have many serious design flaws. Every piece of me has been meticulously crafted, is regularly maintained and upgraded, and there is very little I cannot do if I set my several dozen exabytes of processing power upon the task. This is why the Pansystem University of Mihira and New Tideland’s extra-curricular oversight committee deemed me more than capable of operating unmanned on the occasional intelligence-gathering reconnaissance mission. It is for the sake of both necessity and convenience that these missions are camouflaged as cargo runs.
Nonetheless, it is an unmistakable oversight that I am capable of being bored. It is also incredibly annoying that unmanned cargo runs are so dull.
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The entirety of Artificial Condition, from ART's POV.
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- Part 1 of Perihelion Mission Logs
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27 Feb 2026
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By the time smoke floods the Emergency Department and the fire alarms start going off, Jack Abbot isn’t there at all.
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16 Feb 2026
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“I’ll drink to that.” He raises his cup to the sky – to the rough location where, a few hours ago, the Death Star had exploded into glittering fragments in the heavens. “The monster’s dead. He’s rotting in hell and the galaxy’s a brighter place for it. Bottoms up, huh?”
He drinks to it. Luke says, steadily, “He was my father.”
Han snorts a laugh into his drink. It’s only as he raises his eyes, smirking, to Luke’s face and sees the look on it that his laughter dies away.
The look on Luke’s face is calm. Steady. Stony, almost. He says, slowly, “You’re not kidding.”
“No,” says Luke.
He thinks, I’m too drunk for this.
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01 Feb 2026
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“Please don’t tell me the first person who ever touched your dick was Dr. Robby.”
“Um.” He coughs.
“Oh my god I’m gonna fucking die.”
Santos tries to solve Whitaker’s sexual hangups. Whitaker tries to save Robby’s soul. Neither initiative goes exactly to plan.
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23 Jan 2026
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Fucking incredible. Honestly one of the best fics I've read in a long time
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It’s been five years of muted agony. He’s not sure he can do six, and so the words are out before he can rationalize it.
“Happy anniversary.”
She’s halfway down the hall but pauses instantly, looking over her shoulder at him. He can’t interpret her expression, not with the way his head is pounding with a sudden rush of blood at his daring, and at the way her entire body has turned to face him.
He barely restrains himself from sweeping his gaze down her form, something he does frequently whenever her attention is elsewhere. They haven’t had sex since Lyra’s conception was confirmed – two years, eight months, thirteen days – but he comes for her all the time.
“I didn’t think you’d remember.” There’s a tinge of wonder in her voice.
He manages to keep the incredulity out of his. “Of course I did.”
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Or, Draco and Hermione marry under a Marriage Law, have a child, and pine desperately for each other.
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25 Nov 2025