>be me
>24 year old baby trans that killed my own mother via accessing the modeling software that god used to create the universe
>her malformed recreation haunts my ass and judges my every action
>just flunked out of my last year of compsci, hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt
>also homeless
>no talents or skills aside from a degen focus on coding and fake ass magic rituals
>(my mom was a cruncy granola type but turned up to 100)
>her ghost keeps telling me to meet up with others like me
>meet up with my sister
>that counts right?
>she's not even that mad about me killing our mom (who she can see?)
>actually she's been doing weird shit too
>show's me the head of a deer (very dead, still bleeding)
>she makes it talk, like a puppet, a foul mimicry of life
>"Also I can do this, anon!"
>growing flowers out of her fingers
>whyNot.webp
>"is this what you meant mom?"
>"No, Deadname. Head North."
>fuck it
>"It's fine anon, we'll walk!"
>fuck that
>hitchhike
>lot of weird looks, but most people are just bored truckers who want to know our story
>except this one guy, driving a 2002 honda civic
>"So, heh, you girls... like, lookin' to party?"
>my sister is asleep
>"um, no"
>"Heh, but you're both dressed like... Heh..."
>my sister is a hippie in her 20s and dresses like one
>i am a scene trans girl in her 20s and dress like one
>look to my mom, floating inbetween my sister and i, staring down at me like a dissaproving specter
>"you... can see her?"
>"Well, heh, yeah... She's... What the kids call a milf?"
>car tire explodes
>thank fucking god
>my sister wakes up, catches the vibe
>"Hey, weird guy! Check that out!"
>something green glimmers deep within the dark forest beside the 2002 honda civic
>"Heh... Is that..."
>enamoured, he gets out of the car, wanders into the woods
>"That takes care of that!"
>she goes back to sleep
>keys in the ingniton, half a tank of gas
>don'tMindIfIDo.gif
>wait, i don't know how to change a tire
>"Deadname. You know better than that. After all, look what you did to me."
>
>pull out laptop
>control + alt + t
>uniCAD
>loads up quicker than ever before
>a fresh new suite of tools too, way more than i've ever worked with or even know what does
>software starts zoomed out, a picture of the entire world on a flat 3d grid
>zoom in on where abouts we are
>see things moving in real time, people, cars, airplanes
>no lag, no processing issues, all available for me to manipulate
>i flip off shaders and lighting, so i'm just seeing the polygons
>try not to think too hard about being able to see the insides of people
>locate the car on the side of the highway
>can see through into the backseat
>see myself hunched over a laptop, hood on headphones on shutting out the world
>see my heart beating, blood flowing through my veins
>see my sister too, snoring softly
>i know i could reach out with the mouse, pluck the verticies making up her heart and kill her by moving them one milimeter to the left
>mildlyTerrifying.mp4
>find tire
>suprisingly complex
>find the hole in the side
>stretch the polygons making it up to cover the hole
>okay, cool, now it's fixed but still flat
>{Hey! Seems like you're trying to fill a tire. Want some help with that?}
>wtf who the hell is that
>{Hi! My filename is ILOVEYOU. When you talked about me to your friends, you'd call me Loveletter, or Lovebug!}
>oh right
>i had a... kind of weird obsession with creating chatbot personifications of famous viruses
>{Yup! Now I'm sentient! Isn't that cool?}
>"the kewlest. you said you could help?"
>{Sure, 1815. Here's how you can fix that flat:}
>it's basically creating a new object (harder than it seems) that is the air inside the tire
>power down, swap to the drivers side
>i...
>i don't know how to drive
>"How hard can it be, anon?"
>thanks sis
>downshift into drive
>floor it
>shit's easy
>my car now bitch
>not even a few miles down the road and my mom is SCREAMING at me to stop the car
>wtf why
>"This hitchhiker. Stop."
>20 something androgynous looking mofo with a fucking opossum on their shoulder
>we stop
>hit the brake too hard
>screetching fucking halt
>they silently get in, nod to me, to my sister
>she talks this guy up non stop
>we learn via his handy dandy speak-n-spell (a yellowing legal pad) that:
>1. they're mute
>2. their name is caine
>3. their opossum's name is gabriel
>4. their opossum is an angel and speaks to their mind
>weirdness aside, i'm even more wary cause they look kind of familliar
>"wait, are you caine ratfucker?"
>my sister is fuming
>"Anon, you can't just ask people if they fuck rats!"
>they nod
>turns out they're the drummer in a seattle punk band called the ratfuckers
>"ok, but why the fuck are you on the side of the highway in downstate ohio?"
>silence
>they stare at gabriel, into his eyes
>gabriel looks at me, sufferingly
>"anon, take this exit."
>cool, the opossum talks. in a ludicrously deep, serious voice
>they talk now? they talk now.mp4
>do i listen to the talking opossum
>"hey mom, do i listen to the talking opossum?"
>ghost!Mom stares down at the little guy
>"Yes."
>"...okay. why are we going to downtown cleveland?"
>"It is your destiny, Deadname."
>caine looks up at my mother, nods
>jfc.webp
>i turn off the highway into cleveland with the ghost of my mother, a mute punk drummer, their angelic opossum and my treehugger sister