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"It is fascinating to me that they make all these different buttons on the microwave when the only ones food manufacturers ever want you to use are High and Start."

"Well, of course! Because you only start the microwave when you're high."

Every reasonable ponderance from Feru has its questionably reasonable clever comeback from Seren - not a "yes, and" but a "well, yes!" He can't be sure Seren wasn't always this way, or if their logic has been a touch mangled by too much exposure to L.

Not that ey're complaining, of course. L is wonderful, and wonderful for Seren, wonderful Seren. That's just the way it is with jolly xenos. Always learning, learning, learning.

None of them are human, but they pretend to be for free. They put on trim suits and sweatshirts with hoods and they eat what humans eat, despite the robot bodies, and they keep the good running up on top while the uneasiness simmers down below.

This all leads up, tantamount, to Seren's eternal Elena the Infernal nonbinary quandary: "Around NLA - and not any friends of Frye, I'll have you know - I heard some guys calling it 'he', for no reason, when that's a woman's name, right, but why should it be a woman's name, why shouldn't it be a dude Scirpo, why shouldn't every Tyrant with a feminine name be a male of their species, actually, and what it is about the female mimeosome that is so much better but also so much worse than the male variant, huh, huh??"

Most BLADEs, or other individuals in general, would just blink and stare blankly, bemused in totality by Seren's unhinged word vomit. Seer definitely would, even if just for the bit to yank the dog star's chain. But Feru is curious and differently whimsical, so Feru engages, nodding along and addressing what points it finds salient.

What are we assuming, based on the color and size of the Scirpo? What can we infer? Might their ascribable gender roles be determined by their activites and purpose within the pack? Why don't we just ignore what those individuals have said and keep on using "it" to describe it?

Try your best and do your research, says Feru, patient Feru. Seren's all for trying their best, and certainly for the idea of doing their research, but the research makes their head spin, sometimes, especially if what it entails is scrambling in circles all around the Commercial District trying to find someone with something interesting to say.

Feru is patient, excitable but drowsy, eager to be a part of something but hesitant if it can't quite figure why.

Seren is...none of these things. Not at a time like this, not when there are conventions to be shattered.

"The universe's first gender-neutral mimeosome!" they exclaim, grabbing Feru's unawares hands. "It'll be one of those things that takes more money that it makes, but that's good, because that means that we weren't doing it for the wrong reasons." Never a dull moment. Never a dim bulb.

Feru frowns, incredulous. "I don't really see how one could make a gender-neutral mimeosome for the wrong reasons. Since, y'know, without secondary sex characteristics..."

Seren's face says aw, boo. "Well, whatever. Yes! That's right! I'd be happy to help research what's necessary to arrange it with you!"

Ohhh, research. Not just "walk to the maintenance center and hand Kent D. Carr a demand." Right. Specifications and abstracts and junk. Which is to say, nice junk! Feru junk. Feru junk about not having junk.

"Can't we just be like the arms manufacturers and throw money at it until something happens?"

Well, that's what it looks like from the BLADE side, anyway; always someone somewhere squawking about test data and final preparations and this deadline and that launch. Even for this. Obviously it's not that simple - someone has to design the models, and test the customization process, and finally produce casual wear - not to mention armor - that suits, then release the product, take feedback about the variety of available face shapes and add back some various vestiges of masculinity and femininity just for those who want it, collude with Yardley of all people...

Feru is sympathetic to the trepidation. It is a daunting undertaking! Not to say an unworthy one. However. "You say that now, but imagine how you'll feel when you've used up all your credits maxing out your combat abilities and come to find that you don't have enough to mod your mim. That'll be most folks who don't have the connections you do."

Too true. Some residents of NLA can only afford a pronoun, and that's sadly not very much of a currency at all for those who will assume from the shape of the armor you wear - and not whether or not it shows your chest but only how much of a chest it does - that you're the errand girl, the gal unbreakable, the wonder woman, the lady against all lads.

There isn't time nor social battery great enough to allow for turning toward the camera and naysaying every one of these instances, not to mention all those that they don't have the mispleasure of bearing witness to.

You'd think Elma's rare finds would be treated as a lot more mysterious and unknowable than they seem to be done, considering all the accolades and all the missing puzzle pieces of backstory that Seren knows and Feru doesn't. You'd think deification would come somehow...easier.

(Well, and it is easier, for Seren, who hunkers down and in with a loudmouth buddy like Frye.)

Agender just means...no gender. But it can't, when these are the bodies they're riding with in the society they're abiding with.

Now, despite the pleasant lack of systemic bias one way or the other when it comes to missions and social work and glory, the apparent gender dimorphism afoot between combat classes will have to be studied at a later date, and they, feruseren et al, will surely be recruiting backup for that one.

see [1] and maybe others but this was good enough to retrieve