[fic musing]

the muse is tempting me to write victor outright spacing a bunch of quints and im just
'is that too brutal"

victor muse, normally sweet and a good soft boy; fuck em

SIR

SIR I HAVE LEGIT WRITTEN YOU AS A SOFTIE WHOSE BACKBONE WAS MAINLY GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS GIRLFRIEND

that is a hell of a thing to do

but hey it'd make a distraction to gtfo

god

i wont worry about it now because it's still a chapter away but hNNNHNHNHNHN

he's gonna meet a quint judge

lbr if ANYTHING could drive a dude to just open a portal to space and go bye fuckers, it's being forced to demonstrate how he, as a test subject, has progressed in being able to open spacebridges

the MAIN thing keeping me from writing this happening

is like

wouldn't they have safeguards in place

:|a

i mean For The Sake Of Plot i could say no but HMMMM

can the safeguards be overridden

^^^
Or could Decisions have been made for them to be otherwise useless in this situation/at this time?

PRESUMABLY YES OVERRIDDEN but idk if he'd know how to at this point

he will eventually but this is still early

Decisions might work :|a

like specific context is
alien invader; 'look!!! i modified the human to serve as a keystone for our small-scale spacebridges, look how awesome this is, now we don't need gigantic ones to travel! clearly my projects are awesome and beneficial to the community'
the human; hey i herd u like space so ima add more space to ur spacebridge, also, fuck ya'all

s p a c e
If there's enough Fiddly Bits going on under the surface that can cause interference/be interfered with, then that would be a recipe for epic Dominoes of Disaster!

anyway we've gotten to the point (before all this) where victor got The Good Shit (TM) (aka painkillers because oops a thing happened) and i'm having so much fun writing him as 'fuck this, i'm high as hell and going to be indignant about everything'

mainly because that was how i - as a wee bab getting in to transformers - decided that this vector prime character SHOULD have acted

tmw u indulge in ur shit from like 15 years ago

victor, quintesson captive/lab rat, being treated for an injury that was not at all planned and also currently high AF;

vector prime = lecture prime?

only when he gets drunk or, apparently, high

swings back in here to CACKLE

me; ok so he's gonna spacebridge in to space to try and vaccuum up everyone, but also, doesn't fiction usually have holes in spaceships able to be 'plugged' up, wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if one of the quints was a plug-
me; hey can a human be in the relative proximity of earth's upper mantle without immediately dying, and if not how can i tweak this

MOTHER EARTH SAYS GTFO

The temperature of the mantle varies greatly, from 1000° Celsius (1832° Fahrenheit) near its boundary with the crust, to 3700° Celsius (6692° Fahrenheit) near its boundary with the core

LOWER CRUST THEN.......