I'm noticing a pattern that the real freaks writing the real freak books are the ones with the most dignity about AI (are vocally opposed to it, have vowed to never knowingly use it for anything) (C.M. Nascosta, Opal Reyne)
('knowingly' meaning "hope my cover artist doesn't fuck me over")
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![A family of mothpeople had crossed the street before her as she idled in front of the town’s central square the morning of her first scheduled shift, a
couple with two small children. As she watched, the roly-poly baby was tossed in the air by the bespectacled mothman, peals of squealing infant
laughter meeting her ears through the open window as the flailing bundle
was caught. There had been a mothman that lived on her floor in the city for a short time, tall and slender and strangely attractive, with lovely smoke-
colored wings and impossibly long fingers, but he’d kept to himself, his
giant eyes lowering on the rare occasion they passed in the hallway, and she’d never worked up the nerve to speak to him. She’d watched as the
couple reached the opposite sidewalk, where they were greeted by a petite
goblin, clutching the hand of her own small, green-skinned child. This is a nice place. The thought had come to her unbidden, but the moment it
crossed her mind, she had known it was true. This is a nice place, and they[screenshot cut off here]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:iraauv5jp2mavnqdveeka6pp/bafkreiajs3bwdg5urbtkovbbjlgg5gngapbcl6bdoxlxl4crfxa7mhholi)
![“Sorry ‘bout all that waffle, thanks a ton for playing along, love. I hate running into folks from work outside the context, you know?”
She nodded again, pretending that she had any commensurate
experience with that sort of thing, imagining the oddly-dressed vampire to be some sort of businesswoman, not wanting to make small talk with the boss on her off hours. “Did one of your co-workers come in?”
“Not strictly speaking, one of our donors. It’s one thing to keep them entertained while you’re draining them, quite another to have to suffer a chin wag on your own time. If that numpty-headed Byron had come in I’d
have—”
“Donors?” Violet interrupted, unable to help herself, straightening in her seat. Her stomach flip-flopped at Geillis’s words, trying to imagine making
small talk with one of the Good Little Cows in the coffee line. “What-what do you mean donors? Draining them?”
“Right, at the restaurant. You ought to come by sometime, there’s a side
menu for you bleeders, so everyone is happy. The whole menu is ethically sourced, Ennis likes us to call it. The donors are screened every two weeks, no smoking, no drugs, clean eating for the duration of their contracts. About[screenshot cuts off here]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:iraauv5jp2mavnqdveeka6pp/bafkreieskzmx7gyn54eb3lmndlt4ukmfdd7ovvt66ba2j6gzsyeh4lktbu)
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