god's most overworked transsexual breaks down and cries in her office from dusk to dawn because her team of brainwashed lesbian mech pilots doesn't listen to her every word immediately and without hesitation. her next shift starts at 9.

She sees the glares of Her lessers and smiles. Of course they hate Her. They don't see the simple beauty in truth. They can pretend to be above Her dogs for now, feasting on the bloated corpses of their stations like carrion flies. Soon, Her dogs will be feasting on theirs.

need a girl who can go deep enough to finger my winding mechanisms 😵‍💫