A dyslexic enby walks into a bra.
Darryl took out the boomerang from his backpack. The aim plugin in his skull showed him the trayectory: the boomerang would land in the pool in the 30th floor of the building, a couple kms north. Jeoffrey was waiting.
As the boomerang left Darryl's hand, he grinned; perfect throw. A minute later, the boomerang returned with the infochips.
A few more exchanges, and he'd finally be able to leave the slums.
@moiety Oh god. It took me a while.
A mastodon instance geared towards queer people and their allies.