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[dog_eat_dog]

[A short breath through her nose. She weighs her options; having this conversation over a communicator feels safer, but she resents feeling cautious enough to do that.

She'll think on it.]

Maybe not everyday here. Back home... pretty average.

[newpest]

Terra-forming gone bad?

[dog_eat_dog]

A cordyceps that jumped from ants to crops to humans. It's a fungus.

[newpest]

That... explains a lot.

[No, it doesn't; he isn't a biologist. But what do you say to shit like that? Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I feel moss.]

[Also, and perhaps most importantly, he doesn't want to sound dumb to the bitey lady.]

Sounds like we're some really lucky unlucky bastards.

[dog_eat_dog]

[That has her pursing her lips. It's bullshit to have gotten infected, but who has ever come back from it once, let alone twice?]

I'd say we got lucky we can have this conversation at all. There's no cure back home. I don't think there's one here, either. It's just some sort of reset. We could just be rotting, but instead...

[We're here? We're "good"?]

[newpest]

Don't worry. The whole 'hallucination before you die' thing is a flik trope.

[dog_eat_dog]

Never said I was worried about that. And if I was, I think I'd skip the wishful thinking.

[It feels worthless when there's no way to make it real.]