If you are going to the march, leave your gender marker beacon at home—not a lot of people know this but there is a serial number in the protocol that can be used to track and/or identify you. Wear a non-smart pronoun pin, like we did back in the dirt ages, if you present in a way that makes your identity nonobvious. Read up on “gendered clothing” if you don’t know what that is. If you have an implanted beacon…uh, maybe just stay home.

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“Rise and shine, kiddo, we got a catch operation on runway 22. 1700pax onboard.”

“Second one this month. Heckin sloppy, boss.”

“You know, they used to just land airplanes on the belly if the landing gear got stuck”

“That’s wack. Surely it’d wreck the plane?”

“Pretty much yeah. They had the computing power to deploy a catch truck but apparently it just never occurred to them. They were catching these fuckoff huge primitive rockets, but if an airliner with 300 people on board had a gear issue it was ‘whelp let’s try a bellyflop, what could possibly go wrong?’ ”

“So what woke them up?”

“It was that AI bullshit in the twenties. When the bubble burst you could buy surplus vector processors by the skipload. All sorts of clever folk attacked previously intractable problems. That’s how we got tumourphages, catchtrucks, and dogvoices.”

“Wow but no cat translators, eh?”

“Oh they worked but nobody would pay to be told ‘fuck you feed me’ all day”

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To: All staff
Subject: [URGENT] Email deletion

If you have any old email in your inbox from Frederick Ironsides, late of the Accounting department, please delete them all immediately. A soul is tied to the mortal realm as long as its name is recorded, and we are unable to access the Compactus while this apparatus remains haunted. Your immediate attention to this would be appreciated, as it is obstructing the processing of payroll.

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