Also we’re at the point where most people who are having children are Millennials and yet conservatives still treat us like we’re still college freshmen. They claim to love mothers and families but they treat nearly all mothers as too naive and sheltered to make our own decisions much less those of children and that’s honestly very fucked up.
"Hello! The only question I ask is this: What is your name?" a blue-haired girl of semi-short stature asked. She sported a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Oh, and her hair was up in two buns. Her eyes matched her hair color. Head tilted as she looked at the individual for whom she had no earthly idea who they were.
“Eh? The Irken looked up at the blue-haired girl, whom, though short for human standards, still towered over the tiny alien. He frowned, standing tall despite this fact.
“ZIM! I AM ZIM! LOVER OF EARTH, AND A TOTALLY-NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY!”
She squatted down with her knees together to try to seem less threatening. “A…human worm….baby?” she echoed back, trying to make sense of the pale green-toned being.
“I am human as well.” she replied with a little smile and a kind tone. “How are you doing today, Zim?”
Zim’s expression fell into a glare as the girl lowered herself to match his height. Was this some sort of mocking gesture? How DARE she mock his height?! He was an Irken SOLDIER! An INVADER!
“How DARE you mock the height of ZIM?!” He snapped, ignoring her question completely, “I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
“Eeep!” she cried out in reply.
She threw her arms up over her head in a bracing gesture. It is not every day someone vows to destroy you so, what else was she to do? At least, as an initial reaction to Zim’s words.
Zim was… Definitely not expecting that. Humans usually didn’t cower when other “humans” threatened them. Not unless they had some sort of weapon.
The Irken cackled in triumph, “YES! COWER BEFORE ZIM!” He exclaimed, hands on his hips as he stood tall with pride.
And she did just that. Winnyao cowered for a good 2 minutes. She didn’t shake per say, but it was getting harder to stay balanced on the balls of her feet.
When her ankles complained enough, she dropped her guard when her rear met the floor with an audible “Oof!”
Blinking in surprise that she had not yet met her demise, she titled her head at the green-ish human, “Um, was something supposed to…have happened?” her tone confused and worried that maybe….she didn’t get ‘destroyed’ correctly?
Zim stood there for the entire two minutes, reveling in his victory. It felt nice to have someone ACTUALLY cowering before him for once. He had lost count of how many times he had demanded it. Of course, in his glory, he had forgotten to actually… Do anything.
“Eh?” Zim looked down at the girl, whom had fallen backwards onto the sidewalk. He quirked a non-existent eyebrow, before realizing, “Oh! Right! Destroying you!”
There was a pause, before the alien shrugged, “You’re not worth my superior Zim-time.”
More blinking followed in response to the verde-tinted being before her. Well, this seems to be her lucky day then if he isn’t going to destroy her.
Although, Winnyao was reluctant to get up, lest she upset the now bored person. She did become curious at his choice in words.
“Zim, are you, a leader or something along that train of thought? You keep referring to yourself in third-person and the tone you use seems to suggest that you are a cut above all others,” she asked in an observant tone. She tacked on quickly, “Ah, but you needn’t answer if you do not want to!”
"Hello! The only question I ask is this: What is your name?" a blue-haired girl of semi-short stature asked. She sported a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Oh, and her hair was up in two buns. Her eyes matched her hair color. Head tilted as she looked at the individual for whom she had no earthly idea who they were.
“Eh? The Irken looked up at the blue-haired girl, whom, though short for human standards, still towered over the tiny alien. He frowned, standing tall despite this fact.
“ZIM! I AM ZIM! LOVER OF EARTH, AND A TOTALLY-NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY!”
She squatted down with her knees together to try to seem less threatening. “A…human worm….baby?” she echoed back, trying to make sense of the pale green-toned being.
“I am human as well.” she replied with a little smile and a kind tone. “How are you doing today, Zim?”
Zim’s expression fell into a glare as the girl lowered herself to match his height. Was this some sort of mocking gesture? How DARE she mock his height?! He was an Irken SOLDIER! An INVADER!
“How DARE you mock the height of ZIM?!” He snapped, ignoring her question completely, “I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
“Eeep!” she cried out in reply.
She threw her arms up over her head in a bracing gesture. It is not every day someone vows to destroy you so, what else was she to do? At least, as an initial reaction to Zim’s words.
Zim was… Definitely not expecting that. Humans usually didn’t cower when other “humans” threatened them. Not unless they had some sort of weapon.
The Irken cackled in triumph, “YES! COWER BEFORE ZIM!” He exclaimed, hands on his hips as he stood tall with pride.
And she did just that. Winnyao cowered for a good 2 minutes. She didn’t shake per say, but it was getting harder to stay balanced on the balls of her feet.
When her ankles complained enough, she dropped her guard when her rear met the floor with an audible “Oof!”
Blinking in surprise that she had not yet met her demise, she titled her head at the green-ish human, “Um, was something supposed to…have happened?” her tone confused and worried that maybe….she didn’t get ‘destroyed’ correctly?
"Hello! The only question I ask is this: What is your name?" a blue-haired girl of semi-short stature asked. She sported a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Oh, and her hair was up in two buns. Her eyes matched her hair color. Head tilted as she looked at the individual for whom she had no earthly idea who they were.
“Eh? The Irken looked up at the blue-haired girl, whom, though short for human standards, still towered over the tiny alien. He frowned, standing tall despite this fact.
“ZIM! I AM ZIM! LOVER OF EARTH, AND A TOTALLY-NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY!”
She squatted down with her knees together to try to seem less threatening. “A…human worm….baby?” she echoed back, trying to make sense of the pale green-toned being.
“I am human as well.” she replied with a little smile and a kind tone. “How are you doing today, Zim?”
Zim’s expression fell into a glare as the girl lowered herself to match his height. Was this some sort of mocking gesture? How DARE she mock his height?! He was an Irken SOLDIER! An INVADER!
“How DARE you mock the height of ZIM?!” He snapped, ignoring her question completely, “I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
“Eeep!” she cried out in reply.
She threw her arms up over her head in a bracing gesture. It is not every day someone vows to destroy you so, what else was she to do? At least, as an initial reaction to Zim’s words.
"Hello! The only question I ask is this: What is your name?" a blue-haired girl of semi-short stature asked. She sported a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Oh, and her hair was up in two buns. Her eyes matched her hair color. Head tilted as she looked at the individual for whom she had no earthly idea who they were.
“Eh? The Irken looked up at the blue-haired girl, whom, though short for human standards, still towered over the tiny alien. He frowned, standing tall despite this fact.
“ZIM! I AM ZIM! LOVER OF EARTH, AND A TOTALLY-NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY!”
She squatted down with her knees together to try to seem less threatening. “A…human worm….baby?” she echoed back, trying to make sense of the pale green-toned being.
“I am human as well.” she replied with a little smile and a kind tone. “How are you doing today, Zim?”
3 months seem to fly by. Early Spring becomes late Summer.
Winnyao’s training under the Psychonaut of Psychometrics, Mondy Walmond, had been progressing well in the initial 6 weeks.
By the 7 week though, it came to a screeching halt. Mondy had taken the girl outside of Headquaters in order to see how she would do in the open environment. Suffice to say, she did not do well at all.
All the lessons Winnyao had learned thus far from Mondy seemed to have gone out the window of her mind. When he tested her to see if she could track him beyond roughly a quater of a mile, he ended up having to track her down instead after receiving a text message of ‘Please come find me, I am lost, help?’ from the girl. When he tested her back inside the agency, she did completely fine.
As they entered the third month of teaching, Mondy was narrowing down what caused his student to get lost so easily outside of buildings in open areas. She did fine inside of different buildings. Granted, each different building she had to be tested in the girl walked through a few times first to gain a feel for each place. Otherwise, Winnyao would be just a little bit off the mark locating Mondy.
Mondy was determined though! Winnyao was a fast learner and he felt she had the potential to be good at Psychometrics.
For now though, he would settle on getting a bowl of peanut butter cereal puffs since it was lunch time at Headquaters. Winnyao would bring a bagged lunch every time she was at the agency.
Mondy settled himself with a contented sigh at the agency cafeteria. There were a lot of pleasures to be found in his new life as an agent, but none were truly as beautiful as the freedom he experienced. If he decided he wanted cereal for lunch, then he could buy himself some cereal. The financial security and free housing was also quite nice, though. He’d lived on-base since he arrived, as a filthy, soaking-wet maniac all that time ago. He looked around, and spotted his student, waving her down with a cheerful grin.
“Hey, Winnyao!” He called out happily. Considering it was late summer, he had ditched the flannel and simply settled on just the bright t-shirts. He clashed quite a lot with the other agents, who wore business attire not out of necessity, but for reasons completely unfathomable to Mondy. There was no dresscode here, besides name tags, so why even bother wasting all that time and probably dying of heatstroke? (Though Mondy was always a little resentful of the name tags, mostly due to that meaning he had his highly embarrassing full name constantly on display. Who was going to take anybody named ‘Walmond Manfreid Etwas’ seriously? Certainly nobody who cared to run his last name through a translator.)
Winnyao was dressed in loose clothing, but always with covering her arms and legs. An open button up shirt with a simple camisole under neath with long, dark blue cargo pants would be her usual outfit of choice. Did she have more than blue clothes? No one ever asked so, she continued wearing the same outfit day after day. Clean and smelling faintly of blueberries or chocolate.
The blue haired girl perked at her name and smiled at the source. Her walking picked some at the sight of her mentor. She could almost always pick him out of a crowd. Not from his outfit, but Mondy’s psychic signature. That, and the smell of peanut butter and sugar.
Once she was seated, she greeted, “Hello Mondy!” with a smile, “How are you today? Oh! I brought you something I tired making last night.” Getting a little excited as she dug into her brown paper bag and pulled out a ziploc sandwich bag. Said baggy was half-full with what looked to be caramel cubes of candy.
“They are like caramels, but with peanut butter instead.” she beamed with a little pride. Opening the bag, she set it on the table between them. It was fun trying out new recipes. Determined in trying to find other foods Mr. Walmod would like.
“How do you even do that?” Mondy chuckled, taking a piece appreciatively. Winnyao had been giving him a lot of food, lately. He really had to repay the favor sometime. Mondy wasn’t much for sweets and cakes like Winnyao was, but he could make a killer stew. Cereal was just a lot easier on his stomach in the middle of a busy day.
Mondy would’ve loved to daydream about food all day, but the task ahead pushed those thoughts out of his head, and he sighed.
“Thanks for the sweets, Winnyao. They’re really good. How’s about you and I take a walk after lunch? There’s some, ah- uh- well, stuff we have to, uhm, talk about. T-training stuff. Y’know.”
He knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, not big enough to have his hellish childhood stutter make a guest appearance anyways, but he hated the idea of having to just point-blank tell Winnyao she was kind of sucking at this whole psychometrics thing. She was rapidly becoming one of his closest friends, and he had no idea how one was supposed to go about telling people that sort of thing tactfully.
“Well, for starters, very attentively as sugar can burn easily or turn out harder than intended.” speaking in a matter of fact tone. As she took a bite of her sandwich, she continued through Telepathy, ‘I followed a video from my mom’s Facebook. I mentioned once about liking to cook. Everyday since then, she shares bunches of recipe videos. Usually though of foods she thinks you might enjoy.’ She munched away with a thoughtful expression. The same one she wore whenever using her telepathy.
A smile was her initial response to his compliment. Then a nod as she had started in on the other half of her sandwich.
She stopped chewing for a moment and stared right at Mondy. He stuttered only when he had to talk about a topic he was not comfortable discussing. So, a look of worry replaced the neutral demeanor.
Chewing a little quicker now, she resisted using telepathy to barrage him with, What is wrong’s?, and, Did I get you in trouble’s? Instead, she took a swig of water from her filtered bottle.
When she could speak, her tone was lowered and sounded concerned, “Of course we can talk about training. But, are you alright, Mondy?”
This was always her first instinct ever since becoming Walmond’s student; worrying about him whenever he was upset or worried.
This instinct changed when he made her aware of them being friends. Now, she worried about him AND would be very eager to immediately put his needs before hers.
Ohh jeez, he was making a mess of this. Now she was going to be all ‘Oh, you can tell me!’ and what was he supposed to say to that?
‘Well, the thing is that you totally suck at learning psychometrics, so now I’m losing it because I’m not sure how to tell somebody that they’re not doing so hot, and frankly at this point I’m not sure I can reasonably give you a pass in this class because, like, wow.’ Mondy might as well kiss their friendship goodbye now, if that was all he had.
He was floundering mentally, but on the outside he was cool as a cucumber. (Or trying his best, considering how loud his thoughts were.) He knew how to play it off easy! There was a simple formula:
Deep breath, easy smile, celebrity-talk-show laugh. Nothing could possibly be wrong. If he can believe it, so can everybody else.
“Me? Ohh, fine as always, really. Nothing to-to worry about. We can get-get into that mess after lunch! Does your Mom really send you- send you recipes? That’s so sweet!” He managed to keep the stumbling down to a minimum, and shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth immediately afterwards.
Nailed it.
Smiling, a look of relief played across the girl’s face and she resumed eating. However, she was relieved that her teacher was not in trouble. That she was the source of his worries.
This was fine. No, really!
She did not care if there was a problem pertaining to her. I mean, she did, but not as much. If Mondy was in trouble with Mr. Zanotto, or the janitorial staff, or Mr. Tacha-shaowa from the Department of Cleanliness or just about anybody who would cause Mr. Walmond to worry, that is when she would worry for him. But, since he dismissed it for after lunch, the problem was about to her.
If it was about himself, or a coworker, Mondy would not have held back on sarcastically complaining about whatever ‘issues’ they had with him this week. Usually though, it was mainly venting for him and she understood that everyone needs to once in a while. Since learning though that her teacher actually lives at the agency though, she would spend more time with him. Worry was her initial reaction. Then, meeting and hanging out with Mondy became a habit.
After he vented, he was okay and relaxed. Whenever it was about the head of the Psychonaut agency, Truman Zanotto though, Mr. Walmond would be upset for a longer than usual set of time.
Having finished her sandwich, she moved on to grapes. As well as conversation topics.
“Hmm-hm! I believe I inherited her wanting for, well, ‘filling needs’ you see.” Talking casually between grapes. “She always wishes to be of some kind of help. Especially considering her lack of the active psychic gene.”
All around the two of them, the cafeteria bustled. A half hour passed Winnyao and Mondy by. The cafeteria emptied out and there were maybe 4 or 5 people left. The girl had continued to chat with Mondy all through out, even after finishing her meal. Mostly though updating him with the latest going ons in the world.
“That is how the scientists created a small black hole in a lab recently. Granted, it did not last very long. But since they were successful, I cannot help wondering what they would do next. What do you think?”
Winnyao seemed reassured, and for a pleasant half hour the two were able to have a wonderful time. He really did love hearing about her family, even if he’d never met them. But even when the conversation drifted into the latest science news, what had to happen next still lurked in the back of Mondy’s head. “Oh man, that’s so cool! Maybe they’ll find a way to make wormholes next… could you imagine?” He trailed off, and surveyed the empty lunch room. The time had really slipped away from them, as he could only see a handful of stragglers, and one guy who had fallen asleep on his sandwich. He looked cozy, snuggled up to the whole wheat bread. Must be the gourmet stuff. Mondy checked his watch. It was already past 12:30. No more procrastinating. He had to do this. Mondy stood up, sighing slowly. It was strange… he wasn’t even twenty yet but for a split second he felt really old. Maybe there was something in the milk again? Maybe it was just how sweet and carefree Winnyao was. Even though she was older than him, she really felt like a younger sister. (Unusual considering she was far and away the more mature one of the duo) “Walk with me, Winnyao.” Mondy said bluntly, gesturing outside. It was lovely out, perfect weather for wandering around the grounds. If it weren’t for the workload the agents usually got, they probably wouldn’t be able to get outside, with how crowded the property would be.
“Indeed!” Winnyao replied as she gathered her trash and crumpled it together.
Mondy’s sudden change in demeanor told her it was time. Tossing the garbage into the trash bin as she followed her mentor outside, she felt content. The air was pleasant and the day was only a third done. She could easily stay outside for quite a while, were it not for how busy it would get.
Her hands rested in pants pockets. After looking about, it seemed only her and Mondy were the only ones outside for now.
Looking with a small smile to her mentor, she asked softly, but with a hint of joy, “What was it you wished to speak to me about?”
(( I think this is the first piece any Tumblr user drew that had Winnyao in it.
Thank you again TudykTurbo for many laughs, tears, and amazing story! ^_^))
((Erm, ah, I would like to make a request. Character Winnyao in her three forms: Adult, Teenager, and Child. If you want to do it, lemme know and I'll send you the reference image I would like drawn. Thank you reading. ))
3 months seem to fly by. Early Spring becomes late Summer.
Winnyao’s training under the Psychonaut of Psychometrics, Mondy Walmond, had been progressing well in the initial 6 weeks.
By the 7 week though, it came to a screeching halt. Mondy had taken the girl outside of Headquaters in order to see how she would do in the open environment. Suffice to say, she did not do well at all.
All the lessons Winnyao had learned thus far from Mondy seemed to have gone out the window of her mind. When he tested her to see if she could track him beyond roughly a quater of a mile, he ended up having to track her down instead after receiving a text message of ‘Please come find me, I am lost, help?’ from the girl. When he tested her back inside the agency, she did completely fine.
As they entered the third month of teaching, Mondy was narrowing down what caused his student to get lost so easily outside of buildings in open areas. She did fine inside of different buildings. Granted, each different building she had to be tested in the girl walked through a few times first to gain a feel for each place. Otherwise, Winnyao would be just a little bit off the mark locating Mondy.
Mondy was determined though! Winnyao was a fast learner and he felt she had the potential to be good at Psychometrics.
For now though, he would settle on getting a bowl of peanut butter cereal puffs since it was lunch time at Headquaters. Winnyao would bring a bagged lunch every time she was at the agency.
Mondy settled himself with a contented sigh at the agency cafeteria. There were a lot of pleasures to be found in his new life as an agent, but none were truly as beautiful as the freedom he experienced. If he decided he wanted cereal for lunch, then he could buy himself some cereal. The financial security and free housing was also quite nice, though. He’d lived on-base since he arrived, as a filthy, soaking-wet maniac all that time ago. He looked around, and spotted his student, waving her down with a cheerful grin.
“Hey, Winnyao!” He called out happily. Considering it was late summer, he had ditched the flannel and simply settled on just the bright t-shirts. He clashed quite a lot with the other agents, who wore business attire not out of necessity, but for reasons completely unfathomable to Mondy. There was no dresscode here, besides name tags, so why even bother wasting all that time and probably dying of heatstroke? (Though Mondy was always a little resentful of the name tags, mostly due to that meaning he had his highly embarrassing full name constantly on display. Who was going to take anybody named ‘Walmond Manfreid Etwas’ seriously? Certainly nobody who cared to run his last name through a translator.)
Winnyao was dressed in loose clothing, but always with covering her arms and legs. An open button up shirt with a simple camisole under neath with long, dark blue cargo pants would be her usual outfit of choice. Did she have more than blue clothes? No one ever asked so, she continued wearing the same outfit day after day. Clean and smelling faintly of blueberries or chocolate.
The blue haired girl perked at her name and smiled at the source. Her walking picked some at the sight of her mentor. She could almost always pick him out of a crowd. Not from his outfit, but Mondy’s psychic signature. That, and the smell of peanut butter and sugar.
Once she was seated, she greeted, “Hello Mondy!” with a smile, “How are you today? Oh! I brought you something I tired making last night.” Getting a little excited as she dug into her brown paper bag and pulled out a ziploc sandwich bag. Said baggy was half-full with what looked to be caramel cubes of candy.
“They are like caramels, but with peanut butter instead.” she beamed with a little pride. Opening the bag, she set it on the table between them. It was fun trying out new recipes. Determined in trying to find other foods Mr. Walmod would like.
“How do you even do that?” Mondy chuckled, taking a piece appreciatively. Winnyao had been giving him a lot of food, lately. He really had to repay the favor sometime. Mondy wasn’t much for sweets and cakes like Winnyao was, but he could make a killer stew. Cereal was just a lot easier on his stomach in the middle of a busy day.
Mondy would’ve loved to daydream about food all day, but the task ahead pushed those thoughts out of his head, and he sighed.
“Thanks for the sweets, Winnyao. They’re really good. How’s about you and I take a walk after lunch? There’s some, ah- uh- well, stuff we have to, uhm, talk about. T-training stuff. Y’know.”
He knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, not big enough to have his hellish childhood stutter make a guest appearance anyways, but he hated the idea of having to just point-blank tell Winnyao she was kind of sucking at this whole psychometrics thing. She was rapidly becoming one of his closest friends, and he had no idea how one was supposed to go about telling people that sort of thing tactfully.
“Well, for starters, very attentively as sugar can burn easily or turn out harder than intended.” speaking in a matter of fact tone. As she took a bite of her sandwich, she continued through Telepathy, ‘I followed a video from my mom’s Facebook. I mentioned once about liking to cook. Everyday since then, she shares bunches of recipe videos. Usually though of foods she thinks you might enjoy.’ She munched away with a thoughtful expression. The same one she wore whenever using her telepathy.
A smile was her initial response to his compliment. Then a nod as she had started in on the other half of her sandwich.
She stopped chewing for a moment and stared right at Mondy. He stuttered only when he had to talk about a topic he was not comfortable discussing. So, a look of worry replaced the neutral demeanor.
Chewing a little quicker now, she resisted using telepathy to barrage him with, What is wrong’s?, and, Did I get you in trouble’s? Instead, she took a swig of water from her filtered bottle.
When she could speak, her tone was lowered and sounded concerned, “Of course we can talk about training. But, are you alright, Mondy?”
This was always her first instinct ever since becoming Walmond’s student; worrying about him whenever he was upset or worried.
This instinct changed when he made her aware of them being friends. Now, she worried about him AND would be very eager to immediately put his needs before hers.
Ohh jeez, he was making a mess of this. Now she was going to be all ‘Oh, you can tell me!’ and what was he supposed to say to that?
‘Well, the thing is that you totally suck at learning psychometrics, so now I’m losing it because I’m not sure how to tell somebody that they’re not doing so hot, and frankly at this point I’m not sure I can reasonably give you a pass in this class because, like, wow.’ Mondy might as well kiss their friendship goodbye now, if that was all he had.
He was floundering mentally, but on the outside he was cool as a cucumber. (Or trying his best, considering how loud his thoughts were.) He knew how to play it off easy! There was a simple formula:
Deep breath, easy smile, celebrity-talk-show laugh. Nothing could possibly be wrong. If he can believe it, so can everybody else.
“Me? Ohh, fine as always, really. Nothing to-to worry about. We can get-get into that mess after lunch! Does your Mom really send you- send you recipes? That’s so sweet!” He managed to keep the stumbling down to a minimum, and shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth immediately afterwards.
Nailed it.
Smiling, a look of relief played across the girl’s face and she resumed eating. However, she was relieved that her teacher was not in trouble. That she was the source of his worries.
This was fine. No, really!
She did not care if there was a problem pertaining to her. I mean, she did, but not as much. If Mondy was in trouble with Mr. Zanotto, or the janitorial staff, or Mr. Tacha-shaowa from the Department of Cleanliness or just about anybody who would cause Mr. Walmond to worry, that is when she would worry for him. But, since he dismissed it for after lunch, the problem was about to her.
If it was about himself, or a coworker, Mondy would not have held back on sarcastically complaining about whatever ‘issues’ they had with him this week. Usually though, it was mainly venting for him and she understood that everyone needs to once in a while. Since learning though that her teacher actually lives at the agency though, she would spend more time with him. Worry was her initial reaction. Then, meeting and hanging out with Mondy became a habit.
After he vented, he was okay and relaxed. Whenever it was about the head of the Psychonaut agency, Truman Zanotto though, Mr. Walmond would be upset for a longer than usual set of time.
Having finished her sandwich, she moved on to grapes. As well as conversation topics.
“Hmm-hm! I believe I inherited her wanting for, well, 'filling needs’ you see.” Talking casually between grapes. “She always wishes to be of some kind of help. Especially considering her lack of the active psychic gene.”
All around the two of them, the cafeteria bustled. A half hour passed Winnyao and Mondy by. The cafeteria emptied out and there were maybe 4 or 5 people left. The girl had continued to chat with Mondy all through out, even after finishing her meal. Mostly though updating him with the latest going ons in the world.
“That is how the scientists created a small black hole in a lab recently. Granted, it did not last very long. But since they were successful, I cannot help wondering what they would do next. What do you think?”
When I really love something, I tend to not want to forget about it.
W: Hello! I'm Winnyao, an altered Psychonaut/Gaian.
P: Hiyas! I'm known as Programmer. I do have name, but I'm keeping it a secret for now. ^_~
W & P: We'll answer asks, RP, and talk...
