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[quantum_spirit]

Fictional my ass.

This is probably one of those wacky things that I made happen because I thought about it.

Like how I'm really only eight years old.

But now I'm fourteen.

... sixteen. I am not going to high school for four more years.

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[kythingheart]

No, I'm afraid we're all made up. They've got books about me, I was a real pain in some of them but the story's good, at least.

My name's Charles Wallace, and you?

[quantum_spirit]

Supposedly I'm some sort of comic. Whatever.

Jenny Quantum. Spirit of the 21st Century.

[kythingheart]

The 21st century! I've got some catching up to do, last I heard it was 1965.

[quantum_spirit]

Yeah, you do. It's about 2008, since I'm supposed to be eight.

[kythingheart]

That would explain these computers we have.

Are you a biological sport, like me?

[quantum_spirit]

Yeah ... they're a bit slow for my tastes. Nothing matches up after you've poked around the Carrier.

Depends on what the fuck you mean by that.

[kythingheart]

They were kind enough to provide me with a dictionary:

Sport, noun(biology, botany, zoology, countable): A plant or an animal, or part of a plant or animal, which has some peculiarity not usually seen in the species; an abnormal variety or growth. The term encompasses both mutants and organisms with non-genetic developmental abnormalities such as birth defects.

[quantum_spirit]

Huh. I don't really know the answer to that. If we're counting me as human, then sure, why the fuck not?

Two biological sports, coming up.