amy, dr. samson
she/her
thirty-four
october 13th
lacunosa town
homosexual
researcher
civilian
looking for a story of a kid i’m sinking in. older, stronger, wiser -- think I am, i think i am
TAG WITH @amalia
amalia samson
searching for something [s]
POSTED ON May 10, 2021 20:52:45 GMT
[attr="class","spiral"] "Only fools," Amalia rolls the words around her mouth while rolling her mostly spent cigarette between her fingers, "I like that." Maybe she doesn't quite agree, but she likes it. When she puts the bud of a cigarette back to her lips (now so small she can barely fit the required two fingers around it) she looks at the other woman. Really looks while she talks. It's been a while since someone else held such passion for her subject -- much less put that passion on display in a place she could see it so clearly. Amalia's field is, to put it bluntly, an eccentricity to most. Study of extraterrestrial pokemon and the other mysteries of space goes nowhere fast; and beyond studying the odd quirk here and there most of her peers don't see the point in long term research. They don't see the potential. This young woman, though. She sees it. Doesn't just see it, seems almost as fascinated with it as Amalia is. On the cusp of being consumed by it the same way she has been. The same way another was once. "A woman after my own heart," she replies simply, smiling ear to ear now as smoke leaks from the corners of her lips, "I don't begrudge the masses, my fellow scientists, too much for their apprehension. Space is vast and frightening and we know now apparently full of cannibals . . . Or at least man-eaters, I guess. But that pull of countless possibilities is exactly why we need people willing to take the risk. 'Man must rise above the Earth, for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives'." [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #E04141[/newclass]
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