𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄 ; 𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 ; 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 — Credit: ToDA

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇’𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎;
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.

• 𝐌𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐎'𝐃𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

• 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 | 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

c - Wingsoflion

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer — is brainwashed. You are brainwashed. I just expected you to be smart enough to see through the chains imposed on our greatness. But by all means, frolic like another sheep in the paddock.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Can’t imagine what it’s like hindering your intellectual capabilities because of societal made ‘rules.’

Intellect is a gift. And Angela, as brilliant as she is, has become a rule-abiding follower.

Untapped potential.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer — that was their tragedy, a laughable hubris for people who believe themselves to be great researchers but still chained to the ties of morality. Such notions. . . an imprisonment. “One day, Angela, I can only hope you will take the blinkers off for one second. Society —

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer — planet. What was one soul in the bigger picture destinations? “Suffering is inevitable. Without interjections, suffering still occurs. At least those suffering, are suffering for 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. For betterment. For advancement.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer As straightforward as ever, the Geneticist stated bluntly, “As many as necessary, Dr. Ziegler.” Human existence was a trial-and-error game; an experiment that was moulded and shaped with time. Moira’s objectives for scientific exploration far outweighed a self-repopulating —

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Sweet, pitiful Angela.

To be so gifted and so tragically blind.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer “Morality is a manmade construct, Doctor. There is no reasonable grounds to follow one viewpoint without challenging its existence. Suffering is a small bump on the trail to unlocking the truth. Question the fear of the unknown, do not cower laws. They are guidelines. Not truth.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer “Hypothesis. Understand your variables. Work accordingly to the thought out predications. How can you change the world if you’re not ready to find a better cure?”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

@Valkyrie_Healer “It’s called limitations and fitting a mould you were destined to supersede.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Although the Cheetos were nowhere near the Scientist, Moira felt like she needed a bath for a week after listening to the obnoxious crunching and saucy visuals.

"Sounds like a waste of breath to me." An uneventful story, truly. How better to show the plague of humankind.

[Sombra. @PROTOCOL50M824]

There’s a loud, snort of a laugh as she shoves a few more into her mouth. Sombra knows what she’s doing.

“Anyway, sauce on the titties — the guy just drops and his ribs fly all over the place. Waste of food, honestly.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

The Geneticist snaps her book shut, eyes narrowing at the Hacker and her cheese-dusted fingers.

"Unsavoury."

Whether that was directed to her hygiene or story, was for Moira to know.

[Sombra. @PROTOCOL50M824]

[ Shoving Cheetos into her mouth. ]

So I’m standing there, barbecue sauce on my titties—

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Files her impeccably sharp nails.

. . . To an even sharper point.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Moira withheld the vegetable from the rabbit's reach.

"Ah. Ah. Ah," she tsk-ed disapprovingly.

"If you want this" Moira wagged the carrot like a pendulum, its movement slow and hypnotic. "You'll have to show me a trick."

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“File....I’ll let it slide...” she reaches for the orange delight.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

"The key to understanding the world's problems lies behind a little pain," Moira's tone was indignant yet stern. The geneticist plucked a carrot from within her oversized sleeve and waved it in front of her guinea pig.

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“Cut it out! That stings!”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

"Behaviour: erratic."

The Botanist muttered to herself before proceeding to flick those rabbit ears again.

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“Hey!!!”

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Flicks @ANGELICD0CT0R’s ear.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

The Botanist contemplates fabricating an Angela-proof barricade around the precious vegetation. Mid thought, a sinister glint twinkled behind the one emerald-hue eye.

"Perhaps, if you ask nicely, I'll cultivate your own personal stash, given the produce is so…irresistible."

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“Mph- bhut it’s so good- I’ll eat em...”

Angela wiggles her ears, twitching her tail jubilantly.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

A perfectly honed fingernail poked at one inflated cheek, immediately contacting the bulging carrots burrowed inside.

"Consider this the first and final warning."

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“I’ll make those a snack later.”

She has several stuffed in her mouth at once, smiling either her cheeks puffed.

[𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 @AtCoalescence]

Carrots are the perfect, unsuspecting vegetable for world domination. If Moira can perfect a simple mind-altering formula through the consumption of a carrot, she could have complete and utter /order/. It was brilliant.

"No reason. Just refrain from eating the newest crop."

[𝑷𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 @ANGELICD0CT0R]

“But I’ve never had anything so tasty....why are they there, then?”