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hourly quotes from Unjust Depths, an underwater space opera webnovel and other works by Madiha S. (abnormalsuit.bsky.social).
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She had not thought about them in so long, and now that they had appeared, there was a lot surfacing with them in Shalikova’s memories. They were not at fault– but they were associated with something very painful. Something she did not wish to think about at all.
November 26, 2025 at 7:35 AM
“Huh. Curious. Seems to me that’s his mistake then, letting you anywhere near power.” Kansal said.

“It is. Daksha– when you leave, I never want to see you again. You will never return to the Union.”

Kansal could sense the pain in those words.
November 26, 2025 at 6:31 AM
There was a great roar in the currents!

Aether was everywhere, it was swirling and writhing and taking over her senses–

So powerfully that Selene felt it, still felt it on her skin like the tremor of an earthquake.
November 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
Adelheid saw their lips meet for the briefest instant as if to kiss– before Hunter III’s teeth bit down through the cheeks, the jaws, crushing Obermeyer’s teeth and tongue and– she turned away, her stomach turning over, unable to bear the sight of this violence.
November 26, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Her height, the width of her shoulders and chest, she was built like she could squash Alex– particularly in her thighs–

No! That mindset had to be put to bed. Alex had to get serious now. The Chief was there!
November 26, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Her human body, connected to the drone through her antennae, snickered in her place.

“Nothing wrong with playing a little. It’s not like I’m behind on my work at all anyway.”

Perhaps uncharacteristically, Zachikova loved animals. They fascinated her.
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 AM
“Daksha Kansal. Your support has been invaluable. Were you successful? Is everything clear on your end?”

The spy rolled her eyes a little. She should have never trusted this kid enough to have her name.

Even if it was a cheap and easy way to get her trust.
November 26, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Every such person that Sieglinde had known had been crushed into a red mist.

Theirs was not a society that treasured and protected its salt-of-the-earth folk heroes.

The Imbrium Empire’s so-called meritocracy fed on a steady diet of the patriotic and dutiful.
November 26, 2025 at 12:31 AM
“Shut up.” Homa said. Speaking through renewed sobs. “You’re not dead yet are you?”

“I am dead, Homa. Maybe you have the power to talk to corpses. Because I’m truly dead.”
November 25, 2025 at 11:30 PM
“Gula, is it not terribly romantic? Is it not?” Avaritia said.

Gula, looking almost small beside her prince, tipped her head in a cute gesture.

“It is, my darling, atrociously romantic.”

“Savagely romantic.”
November 25, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Sometimes, when she piloted, she marveled at the enormity of what surrounded her.

But she also felt strangely powerful. She felt a thrill in the center of her chest.

Because she was out here, walking this forbidden land in her suit of armor.
November 25, 2025 at 9:27 PM
“It’s not a curse!” Victoria said. “It’s called psionics. Gertrude is not cursed.”

“I must concede before such concern and camaraderie.” Dreschner said coyly.

Victoria realized her vehemence in making that point and averted her gaze, embarrassed.
November 25, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Left and then right; she passed the soap between her hands. She wasn’t thinking about it.

When she brushed the soap bar against her skin, she used her left hand preferentially.

An observation Shalikova made, quickly, unconsciously.
November 25, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Murati sat straight up in bed. She wanted to scream, but instead she gagged.

Her mind was filled in thoughts that were drifting away in a pattern of hex-shaped scars on her very soul.
November 25, 2025 at 6:21 PM
“There’s seven of us and one of him. Well– there’s six of us willing to do anything.”

Ganges cracked a grin. Euphrates put a hand over her own face.

“Please quit it. I– I’ll convene a discussion about Mehmed. Okay? But we need more information.”
November 25, 2025 at 5:22 PM
There were some for whom a prolonged fight might trigger a mental episode.

Others for whom chopping bodies might excite their physical senses too much.

Kalika assumed it was a case like that. She was a Katarran so she understood this implicitly.
November 25, 2025 at 4:20 PM
“I’m not actually going after Daksha Kansal.” Ulyana said. “Unless she forces our hand, of course.”

“We’re all warming up to the idea of having to fight the great hero of the Union, huh?”

“I’m not! I just knew it was the best way to provoke Kremina to be nasty.” Ulyana said.
November 25, 2025 at 3:19 PM
The Imbrian Empire already outclassed the Union in every way. And yet, Khadija, that brilliant pilot who had mastered the sea, still fought these unspeakable odds in the revolution. She saw herself dwarfed and outmatched by enormous guns and ships and fought on regardless.
November 25, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Goods, talent, people’s bodies; Madame Arabie had her pick of all the best from the station’s Shimii.

They were all hers to use, whether they believed it or not.

Better to be used than discarded. Better to have a little pleasure than suffer frugally.
November 25, 2025 at 1:16 PM
“I was born in Katarre, a place so miserable, you should all be grateful to be here now, no matter what hardship brought you. I fought in the Union’s revolution as a mercenary still, following the Katarran way. Absolute self-sacrifice for martial victory.”
November 25, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Tigris rejoined them as soon as she had shouted Euphrates’ ear off.

To no one’s surprise, she was working as hard as anyone else.

Drenched in sweat, her red ponytail coming undone, taking a few bruises.
November 25, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Around her in the drained tunnels there were all manner of gory remains.

Taking a breather, she tested how much strength the remains of her body had left.

She managed to force herself to a sit.

And to then to drop forward onto her belly and breasts.
November 25, 2025 at 10:11 AM
Someday Murati will leave me– these words stained her love and admiration.
November 25, 2025 at 9:11 AM
“Um, ma’am–” Olga began, but a sharp look from Erika cut her off and silenced her.

“As you can see, I still retain authority over her.” Erika smiled with forced innocence.
November 25, 2025 at 8:13 AM
“Back then– the hominins came up with the idea that there were ‘Genuine Human Beings’ who had to survive. But I’m not one of those– because Genuine Human Beings have a normal brain, and they have a soul too and God loves them.”
November 25, 2025 at 7:09 AM