She hates this.

She hates being in an office dealing with Enclave issues. She used to be out all the time fixing leaky pipes, for Void’s sake. Now she’s meeting people with grievances, or childish, unpractical, and ultimately unfair demands. She’d like to shout at them you’re not the only ones. You’re not special.

She asked DawnSys if there was a way for her to design some intelligence virus, or create some commonsense microorganism she could inject, but: sis had simply shrugged nope, both shoulders up to her ears, hands held out empty in a cartoony French way. Still. Some people deserve a pointed index driven into the middle of their forehead, with sustained emphasis, to make them bloody understand.

She’s avatar though, so she can’t. A year ago, DawnSys announced that talking to Aurore was like talking to her, but: sister doesn’t actually have to be there and listen, does she? She does! And V&A, can they talk…

The contours of what Enclaves should be are fuzzy still. Enclaves is idea. It’s fluid, with only bare frame, and easy for people to slip into. It’s only when they try to ossify their space that things go wrong. For instance: she doesn’t like at all the constant attempts at partitioning. Aurore is fighting for Enclave not to become group-prisons. Right from the start, one of the main decisions about the project was that Enclave would be open, never segregated. Not nation-flagged or creed-branded: free. Existing for Mods&Plain, man&woman, haves&havelesses, kids&teens, all together. But:

A section for me, but: far from them.

We deserve preferential access to this.

We oughtn’t to have to look at that.

You must understand this is redline.

Fuck this.