Whiny little beta-boy 'heroes' who let the girls beat them up, and then wonder why the princess doesn't appreciate their awesome sensitive wonderfulness. Gritty urban fantasy heroines who cause most of their own problems, and then constantly bitch at the male love interest who has to save them. Especially if they have to use their brains and do some badass level grinding along the way.ĭislikes: Clueless idiot heroes who survive on pure luck and the bad guy's mistakes. Likes: Heroes who actually go out and solve their problems instead of sitting around whining about them. I'm just a middle-aged American guy, writing fanfics for fun after a long day at the bit mine. I was again let out to be employed on a Mississippi steamboat, but was soon after sold to Captain E. Dislikes: Clueless idiot heroes who survive on pure luck and the bad guy's mistakes. Especially if they have to use their brains and do some badass level grinding along the way. I'm just a middle-aged American guy, writing fanfics for fun after a long day at the bit mine. Good thing I’m not as helpless as I look.Hey, folks. Kidnappers, slavers, pirates and yakuza - no matter where I go, trouble always seems to find me. Hoping to survive all the awful things that can happen to a girl on her own in space. Now I’m on the run, hoping against hope that the Matrons won’t try too hard to find me. What would they do, if they realized the Adjustments that were supposed to make me a meek little herd animal didn’t do anything? Then I messed up, and gave myself away. Even as a kid I knew not to trust the Matrons. I learned fast to downplay my abilities, keep my mouth shut and try to blend in. There were other kids with mods at the orphanage, but nothing like that.
It all seemed perfectly natural at the time. Forty meters off the ground, watching ships thirty thousand kilometers overhead, with senses that could pick out radar pings and comm chatter as easily as the ships themselves. When I was little I used to climb up to the highest branches of the housetree at night, and watch the starships docking at the orbital stations high above. My name is Alice Long, and I’ve always known I was different.
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