"so…are you gonna turn those off???"
he glances up, already halfway out of his shirt, smiling like it’s obvious.
“nope,”a small shake of the head. “they’re mid cycle right now, can’t just kill them.”
she pauses for a moment, then without hesitation flings herself onto him
“agents stay on during sex.”
no second date, but at least he now understands how modern conflict is no longer confined to kinetic methods, encompassing cognitive, cyber, social, political, economic, and narrative dimensions where the most advanced military isn’t guaranteed to prevail
people whose parents named them after a character or actor or artist they liked i genuinely think should not have been allowed to reproduce. that is worse than being a formula or c section or fetal alcohol syndrome baby