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hourly quotes from Unjust Depths, an underwater space opera webnovel and other works by Madiha S. (abnormalsuit.bsky.social).
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“I’d cut a trail of blood across this fucking Ocean. I would destroy the remains of the Imbrium Empire.” Gertrude said. “I’d tear down everything separating us without mercy–!”
Her and–
Elena–?
Ingrid–?
Victoria–?
Nile?
Sawyer even–?
Perhaps–
Eris too?
Her and–
Elena–?
Ingrid–?
Victoria–?
Nile?
Sawyer even–?
Perhaps–
Eris too?
December 13, 2025 at 11:41 AM
“I’d cut a trail of blood across this fucking Ocean. I would destroy the remains of the Imbrium Empire.” Gertrude said. “I’d tear down everything separating us without mercy–!”
Her and–
Elena–?
Ingrid–?
Victoria–?
Nile?
Sawyer even–?
Perhaps–
Eris too?
Her and–
Elena–?
Ingrid–?
Victoria–?
Nile?
Sawyer even–?
Perhaps–
Eris too?
“We were not born solely to die or solely to kill. Nobody is; we had the agency to what we did and to choose what we want. It is not in our blood. Back then what we wanted was to lash out against the brutality and injustice that we saw. That was important to us.”
December 13, 2025 at 10:43 AM
“We were not born solely to die or solely to kill. Nobody is; we had the agency to what we did and to choose what we want. It is not in our blood. Back then what we wanted was to lash out against the brutality and injustice that we saw. That was important to us.”
“Killing the people deemed narratively worthy of killing is a time-honored heroic deed.”
Norn continued to grin, so self-assured that she was right, always with the right response.
Norn continued to grin, so self-assured that she was right, always with the right response.
December 13, 2025 at 9:40 AM
“Killing the people deemed narratively worthy of killing is a time-honored heroic deed.”
Norn continued to grin, so self-assured that she was right, always with the right response.
Norn continued to grin, so self-assured that she was right, always with the right response.
As soon as the door opened, a nervous, bleary-eyed Elena charged in and bowed her head.
“Please help me unlock my secret powers, wise and mighty sister!” She pleaded.
Inside the room, Sonya Shalikova and Maryam Karaihalos stared, wide-eyed, confused.
“Please help me unlock my secret powers, wise and mighty sister!” She pleaded.
Inside the room, Sonya Shalikova and Maryam Karaihalos stared, wide-eyed, confused.
December 13, 2025 at 8:36 AM
As soon as the door opened, a nervous, bleary-eyed Elena charged in and bowed her head.
“Please help me unlock my secret powers, wise and mighty sister!” She pleaded.
Inside the room, Sonya Shalikova and Maryam Karaihalos stared, wide-eyed, confused.
“Please help me unlock my secret powers, wise and mighty sister!” She pleaded.
Inside the room, Sonya Shalikova and Maryam Karaihalos stared, wide-eyed, confused.
All of us are drawn together by a current, Euphrates. We’ll be destined to meet again.
With the voice, a different voice than before, reverberating in the hollow of her frail chest.
Euphrates stood unsteadily atop the dust and walked.
Step by step over the dust. Alone.
With the voice, a different voice than before, reverberating in the hollow of her frail chest.
Euphrates stood unsteadily atop the dust and walked.
Step by step over the dust. Alone.
December 13, 2025 at 7:34 AM
All of us are drawn together by a current, Euphrates. We’ll be destined to meet again.
With the voice, a different voice than before, reverberating in the hollow of her frail chest.
Euphrates stood unsteadily atop the dust and walked.
Step by step over the dust. Alone.
With the voice, a different voice than before, reverberating in the hollow of her frail chest.
Euphrates stood unsteadily atop the dust and walked.
Step by step over the dust. Alone.
Her retinas were deep purple with green and black pupils the shape of a W. When Murati looked into her eyes she thought, for an instant, that she saw something like a red glow to them. This effect was brief, and they quickly returned to their previous color.
December 13, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Her retinas were deep purple with green and black pupils the shape of a W. When Murati looked into her eyes she thought, for an instant, that she saw something like a red glow to them. This effect was brief, and they quickly returned to their previous color.
“It’s her loss if she turned down such a handsome and courteous young lady as you.”
Homa’s ears stood back up. Her face flushed red. She nodded and walked away.
Kalika could see her tail swishing as she left. Awkward girl; so cute when she was flustered.
Homa’s ears stood back up. Her face flushed red. She nodded and walked away.
Kalika could see her tail swishing as she left. Awkward girl; so cute when she was flustered.
December 13, 2025 at 5:30 AM
“It’s her loss if she turned down such a handsome and courteous young lady as you.”
Homa’s ears stood back up. Her face flushed red. She nodded and walked away.
Kalika could see her tail swishing as she left. Awkward girl; so cute when she was flustered.
Homa’s ears stood back up. Her face flushed red. She nodded and walked away.
Kalika could see her tail swishing as she left. Awkward girl; so cute when she was flustered.
Crazy as it was, this girl had a dream that shone with all the might of her soul. Shalikova found herself moved by it.
Though anxious, she wanted nothing more at that moment, than to remain at Maryam’s side.
Though anxious, she wanted nothing more at that moment, than to remain at Maryam’s side.
December 13, 2025 at 4:29 AM
Crazy as it was, this girl had a dream that shone with all the might of her soul. Shalikova found herself moved by it.
Though anxious, she wanted nothing more at that moment, than to remain at Maryam’s side.
Though anxious, she wanted nothing more at that moment, than to remain at Maryam’s side.
“Tigris, what is the goal of the Sunlight Foundation?” Murati asked.
“To live in a world full of sunlight. ‘May you be blessed by the light of the sun’.”
Tigris smiled at her. Knowingly– she was well aware of the bullshit she had just said.
“To live in a world full of sunlight. ‘May you be blessed by the light of the sun’.”
Tigris smiled at her. Knowingly– she was well aware of the bullshit she had just said.
December 13, 2025 at 3:28 AM
“Tigris, what is the goal of the Sunlight Foundation?” Murati asked.
“To live in a world full of sunlight. ‘May you be blessed by the light of the sun’.”
Tigris smiled at her. Knowingly– she was well aware of the bullshit she had just said.
“To live in a world full of sunlight. ‘May you be blessed by the light of the sun’.”
Tigris smiled at her. Knowingly– she was well aware of the bullshit she had just said.
“I’m sorry Homa. I never took good care of you. I even– when I saw you in the suit– I even thought it would be nice to sleep with you. I’m a rotten woman, Homa. I am destined for the fire. You are a treasure that Allah sent to me.”
December 13, 2025 at 2:28 AM
“I’m sorry Homa. I never took good care of you. I even– when I saw you in the suit– I even thought it would be nice to sleep with you. I’m a rotten woman, Homa. I am destined for the fire. You are a treasure that Allah sent to me.”
Selene stared at Potomac only briefly before deciding. “I have nothing to say to her.”
“Selene, I hope you won’t become embroiled in this woman’s warpath, for your sake.”
With only those words, Potomac advanced past her and Norn, past Neretva.
“Selene, I hope you won’t become embroiled in this woman’s warpath, for your sake.”
With only those words, Potomac advanced past her and Norn, past Neretva.
December 13, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Selene stared at Potomac only briefly before deciding. “I have nothing to say to her.”
“Selene, I hope you won’t become embroiled in this woman’s warpath, for your sake.”
With only those words, Potomac advanced past her and Norn, past Neretva.
“Selene, I hope you won’t become embroiled in this woman’s warpath, for your sake.”
With only those words, Potomac advanced past her and Norn, past Neretva.
“Hmph. Pray tell, what do you seek from your little video games, gamer?”
“Well, first priority is good gamefeel, like slick controls and mechanics.”
“Pah! Gamefeel. And you pretend my words mean nothing?”
“Well, first priority is good gamefeel, like slick controls and mechanics.”
“Pah! Gamefeel. And you pretend my words mean nothing?”
December 13, 2025 at 12:23 AM
“Hmph. Pray tell, what do you seek from your little video games, gamer?”
“Well, first priority is good gamefeel, like slick controls and mechanics.”
“Pah! Gamefeel. And you pretend my words mean nothing?”
“Well, first priority is good gamefeel, like slick controls and mechanics.”
“Pah! Gamefeel. And you pretend my words mean nothing?”
Normal Katarrans were sharks, jellyfish, crabs– she was a Panthalassian and so some of her DNA was drawn from mummified panderichthys tissue. She was a constructed thing, a walking falsehood. And she wasn’t even the constructed thing she wanted to have been.
December 12, 2025 at 11:22 PM
Normal Katarrans were sharks, jellyfish, crabs– she was a Panthalassian and so some of her DNA was drawn from mummified panderichthys tissue. She was a constructed thing, a walking falsehood. And she wasn’t even the constructed thing she wanted to have been.
That movement, the easy wet peeling of meat from off a human body, when Zachikova looked at it she felt her vision distorted, as if her brain was a predictive imager trying to make sense of something, framerate lagging, pixels out of place. An alien imitation of motion.
December 12, 2025 at 10:22 PM
That movement, the easy wet peeling of meat from off a human body, when Zachikova looked at it she felt her vision distorted, as if her brain was a predictive imager trying to make sense of something, framerate lagging, pixels out of place. An alien imitation of motion.
“Standartenführer Gertrude Lichtenberg, reporting for duty. Mein schatzi.”
Smiling, even in that despicable uniform, and saying the last in such a sweet voice–
and a woman’s hand reaching from afar to lift her chin as if owning her–
Smiling, even in that despicable uniform, and saying the last in such a sweet voice–
and a woman’s hand reaching from afar to lift her chin as if owning her–
December 12, 2025 at 9:18 PM
“Standartenführer Gertrude Lichtenberg, reporting for duty. Mein schatzi.”
Smiling, even in that despicable uniform, and saying the last in such a sweet voice–
and a woman’s hand reaching from afar to lift her chin as if owning her–
Smiling, even in that despicable uniform, and saying the last in such a sweet voice–
and a woman’s hand reaching from afar to lift her chin as if owning her–
Eyes opened once shut, filled with an intellect that glinted bright in the shadow and acknowledged the terror-frozen girl at the door. She smiled. That body smiled.
“Braya.” A cooing voice came out of the woman-body. “Is it a pleasure to see this form?”
“Braya.” A cooing voice came out of the woman-body. “Is it a pleasure to see this form?”
December 12, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Eyes opened once shut, filled with an intellect that glinted bright in the shadow and acknowledged the terror-frozen girl at the door. She smiled. That body smiled.
“Braya.” A cooing voice came out of the woman-body. “Is it a pleasure to see this form?”
“Braya.” A cooing voice came out of the woman-body. “Is it a pleasure to see this form?”
Sieglinde von Castille labored for breath, feeling a passenger in her own body.
December 12, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Sieglinde von Castille labored for breath, feeling a passenger in her own body.
“Look at you. You suffer one setback and start spouting nihilist bullshit and killing civilians.”
“No wonder you failed.” Kitty shot back. “With your stupid sense of justice.”
“Fuck you.” Marina said.
“No wonder you failed.” Kitty shot back. “With your stupid sense of justice.”
“Fuck you.” Marina said.
December 12, 2025 at 6:17 PM
“Look at you. You suffer one setback and start spouting nihilist bullshit and killing civilians.”
“No wonder you failed.” Kitty shot back. “With your stupid sense of justice.”
“Fuck you.” Marina said.
“No wonder you failed.” Kitty shot back. “With your stupid sense of justice.”
“Fuck you.” Marina said.
That Mona’s office was also labeled the euphemistic “Inquiries and Actions”–
Maybe it didn’t help– with attracting well-paying customers—
However, it was not as if she could admit openly what she was willing to get up to.
Maybe it didn’t help– with attracting well-paying customers—
However, it was not as if she could admit openly what she was willing to get up to.
December 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM
That Mona’s office was also labeled the euphemistic “Inquiries and Actions”–
Maybe it didn’t help– with attracting well-paying customers—
However, it was not as if she could admit openly what she was willing to get up to.
Maybe it didn’t help– with attracting well-paying customers—
However, it was not as if she could admit openly what she was willing to get up to.
There was nothing again. She was suspended in the dark.
There was only blood around her, an ocean of blood. She clutched her ears.
“You failed them again. You selfish thing. What was your worth in the end?”
There was only blood around her, an ocean of blood. She clutched her ears.
“You failed them again. You selfish thing. What was your worth in the end?”
December 12, 2025 at 4:11 PM
There was nothing again. She was suspended in the dark.
There was only blood around her, an ocean of blood. She clutched her ears.
“You failed them again. You selfish thing. What was your worth in the end?”
There was only blood around her, an ocean of blood. She clutched her ears.
“You failed them again. You selfish thing. What was your worth in the end?”
“Do you have a purpose for Tristitia, that Tristitia can actually understand.”
One deadpan voice, belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VIII, “The Despair”– or Tristitia.
And one hysterical, impassioned voice belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VI, “The Sloth.”
One deadpan voice, belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VIII, “The Despair”– or Tristitia.
And one hysterical, impassioned voice belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VI, “The Sloth.”
December 12, 2025 at 3:07 PM
“Do you have a purpose for Tristitia, that Tristitia can actually understand.”
One deadpan voice, belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VIII, “The Despair”– or Tristitia.
And one hysterical, impassioned voice belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VI, “The Sloth.”
One deadpan voice, belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VIII, “The Despair”– or Tristitia.
And one hysterical, impassioned voice belonging to Syzygy’s Enforcer VI, “The Sloth.”
“The Commissar is a communist party official, she can notarize; and the Captain and Akulantova are our two witnesses. We have cohabitated for years. I want to marry her. You don’t have to put me on any lists for bigger rooms or whatever the fuck– just fill out the form for us.”
December 12, 2025 at 2:07 PM
“The Commissar is a communist party official, she can notarize; and the Captain and Akulantova are our two witnesses. We have cohabitated for years. I want to marry her. You don’t have to put me on any lists for bigger rooms or whatever the fuck– just fill out the form for us.”
That realization, that right now Marina saw her as a burden, saw her as a problem to be rid of, that Marina did not care how she felt.
Marina would never help her. She never wanted to. She never even listened to her.
Marina would never help her. She never wanted to. She never even listened to her.
December 12, 2025 at 1:07 PM
That realization, that right now Marina saw her as a burden, saw her as a problem to be rid of, that Marina did not care how she felt.
Marina would never help her. She never wanted to. She never even listened to her.
Marina would never help her. She never wanted to. She never even listened to her.
Her impulse was quelled stopped by a sudden crash– a sound of shredding metal, and the pitched whine of something slicing through the thin air like a bullet just barely crossing the ear–
–the sudden disappearance of Obermeyer’s hand, leaving only a wet, dripping stump.
–the sudden disappearance of Obermeyer’s hand, leaving only a wet, dripping stump.
December 12, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Her impulse was quelled stopped by a sudden crash– a sound of shredding metal, and the pitched whine of something slicing through the thin air like a bullet just barely crossing the ear–
–the sudden disappearance of Obermeyer’s hand, leaving only a wet, dripping stump.
–the sudden disappearance of Obermeyer’s hand, leaving only a wet, dripping stump.
That last trace of her teacher, and whatever she had wanted for Mona to become.
In that Novograd, loving someone felt good enough to be a vice, to be a crime.
It felt a crime enough to seek love in a bleak world struggling for its future.
In that Novograd, loving someone felt good enough to be a vice, to be a crime.
It felt a crime enough to seek love in a bleak world struggling for its future.
December 12, 2025 at 11:07 AM
That last trace of her teacher, and whatever she had wanted for Mona to become.
In that Novograd, loving someone felt good enough to be a vice, to be a crime.
It felt a crime enough to seek love in a bleak world struggling for its future.
In that Novograd, loving someone felt good enough to be a vice, to be a crime.
It felt a crime enough to seek love in a bleak world struggling for its future.