When our hull tipped off the edge of the world and we began our long descent, the green deckhand who'd hired on at the last port started screaming. We shrugged at each other as we stripped off our false skins, glad to be headed home—humans, what can you do?https://twitter.com/tkjoinsthefray/status/1416744023155519489 …
He'll come to accept reality and undergo the transformation willingly, or his mind will fail and his body will be a suit for a young one to grow into; either way, he'll be one of us soon enough.




