So there are some things that have been bothering me about Andromeda Six. For a quite a while I told myself I was overreacting, but the more I think about it the more convinced I'm not.
A lot of those things others have brought up before, and I think they have done a really good job of articulating those issues, so I'm not going to touch on them. (Like how heteronormative the game is.)
What I want to talk about is Bash's story line. Now I'm aware he used to have a drug addiction plot, I wasn't around when that was still a thing. From what I've gathered it took quite a while for that to be changed. While his new story line isn't racist, which is an improvement, I have a lot of issues with it. (My thoughts are under the cut since it's significant spoilers for Episodes 6 and 7.) This will be long! Also, I'm going to be mentioning ableism and chronic pain.
As we know, Bash took the events at the end of Episode 5 pretty hard. He decides that the way he can protect the people he cares about is to get more bionics. Sure, it may not be the best idea to make that choice in such an emotional state, but otherwise there is nothing wrong with it.
Now the game forces the Traveler to be fully against this idea. No option to say "hey, maybe revisit this idea when you aren't so upset to make sure it's what you really want to do." Which would be a totally reasonable response. The reasons we are given for the Traveler to be against it is because A) he can't physically feel anything and B) it will take away who he is and his humanity.
The idea that you can't feel anything with the bionics is fucking wild to me. Like you have such advanced medical tech, yet can't integrate the bionics into the existing nervous system?! How does the bionic work if it's isn't at least partly integrated? How do you know the right amount of pressure to use when lifting a glass verses using bolt cutters? It makes no fucking sense to me that you can't feel anything!
But the big issue here is the idea that it will take away part of who Bash is as a person and his humanity. Which is such a bullshit take! Yes I know other sci-fi and cyberpunk stories have this too, I always think it's terrible. (Originally in cyberpunk the issue with cybernetics wasn't 'loosing your humanity', it was 'having things that are owned by corporations implanted in us is a terrible idea'. In other words, it's a critique of unrestrained capitalism. By showing how allowing companies access to our physical bodies and control over medical issues gives them an absurd amount of power and will result in a lot of cruelty and inequality. Which is actually a really good take and something we should be wary of!)
Who we are as people can't be taken away because a limb is taken away or a cybernetic implant is added. This is an incredibly ableist idea. Are amputees less human or less themselves because of being an amputee? Fuck no! Are people who use prosthetics less themselves or less human? Again, fuck no! Yes, it takes time to adapt to changes in your body, but that doesn't make you less human or completely change who you are as a person. (Maybe comparing cybernetics/bionics to prosthetics isn't fair, but it's the closest we have. And in Bash's case, his bionics were essentially prosthetics at first.)
I don't use prosthetics and I'm not an amputee. I don't use mobility aids even though there are times I really should (now is not the time to go into why). But I have quite a few invisible physical disabilities, and live with a lot of pain 24/7. If I had the chance to exchange my body for a cybernetic one and didn't have to deal with the pain and other shit my body puts me through, I would in a heartbeat! Sure it would take a while to get used to the difference. But I wouldn't stop being human, or lose myself. Actually, I'd be happier because I wouldn't be in a lot of pain every second of my life! (This doesn't mean my current life isn't worth living. Just that it's hard and I'd be happier if it were easier.)
So in conclusion, this is an ableist story line and, in my opinion, part of it doesn't even make sense. The fact that the Traveler is forced to think this way drives me nuts! Also, did anyone else think it was kinda messed up that the Traveler talks to KY-L3 about it and he agrees with their take and agrees to talk to Bash? I feel like that oversteps some boundaries.
Edit: I also found this excellent post by Cyrus the Cyborg about how frustrating it is for xem as an amputee to see this trope in cyberpunk and sci fi media.
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a home painted bright with blood and thorns - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | (COMPLETE)
After the S4-S6 election/marriage, pre-S5. Some months into Tommy and Lizzie's marriage.
This frequently absent father and husband considers that he often does his best work in extreme circumstances: time pressure, resource constraints, situational uncertainty, high stakes, and gross emotional wounding. He knows what to do, doesn't he?
No matter what sort of internal spiralling disaster cascade he's busily ignoring inside. No matter what badly considered spur of the moment decisions he makes to get through the moment that he might pay for later. No matter what—
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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Charles Shelby, Ruby Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Frances, Various Shelby Household Maids, Charles Strong, Cyril the Dog, | Domesticity, Intimacy, Menstruation, Bodily Fluids, Bodily Solids, Bodily Functions, Babies, Lactation, Mental Health Issues, Repression, Abusive Families (Past), Attempts at Communicating, Trying Hard, Family Trauma, Family Feels, Nail-Biting, Household Dynamics, Absent Father, Avoidance, Deflection, Trying Sooooooooooo Hard, Distress, Comfort Sex, Dysfunctional Family, Contraception, Spiralling, Intrusive Thoughs, Mild Paranoia, Grief, The Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Fear of Mental Illness
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45. Play
Panic, anxiety, confusion, fear for others safety, past trauma, dog mention, implied past dog attack, implied past self sacrifice, implied minor character deaths, implied military activity, blood
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Harrison’s brain caught up with his body after he tackle-hugged Wolf - half relieved and half enraged as he pulled back to grip the taller man’s shoulders. Wolf looked down at him, glassy eyes blinking to brightness as he avoided Harrison’s stare.
“Never do that again.” He didn’t look away until Wolf finally gave a stiff, unsteady nod. Harrison hugged Wolf again, surprised how desperate he was to know Wolf was still there, how terrified he had been.
(Not for himself, not for Thomas, but for Wolf.)
Who was barely breathing, the dull thump of his heartbeat too fast in his chest.
Harrison could tell Wolf was looking at Anders, the dog -
Fuck. Right. There was a fucking dog.
Harrison spun around, back to Wolf’s chest as he stared at the animal. Big - it was bigger than any dog he had seen, but vaguely husky-ish. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was part wolf. It wore a now bloodstained vest, pale white and beige camouflage wrapped over the dog’s tawny coat. (The white of it’s throat was dyed red, jowls dripping with blood and saliva.) It stopped growling over Anders’ bloodied body long enough to look up and meet Harrison’s eyes - it’s own a startling yellow.
Definitely part wolf.
Now Harrison was barely breathing - short gasping breaths - and his heart was racing against his rib cage. Because all he could see was that rabid mutt snarling over Merrick’s still breathing body and all he could hear was the screams echoing against stone and steel -
And a short, sharp whistle that had the dog dutifully and delicately trot away from where Anders lay bleeding to sit next to the person who was helping Thomas stay upright.
It didn’t calm the (rational?) panic blooming in Harrison’s chest to see that it was well trained and loyal to the mysterious soldier. Wolf didn’t seem to find it comforting either, a tentative hand on Harrison’s shoulder, peering over his head. Their eyes met briefly, a question and an answer.
Are you okay?
I don’t like the dog.
(Funny, how fast you learn to read a stranger when you’ve seen each other bloodied and near death.)
“Dog is good. Don’t mind him.” The soldier leaned over to scratch behind the dog’s ear. (They didn’t have to lean far - the massive animal sat higher than their hip.) Harrison squinted at the stranger, short and stocky in their pale camouflage. Between the sun glare glasses covering their eyes and the scarf pulled up to cover their mouth and nose, he could hardly tell more about them beyond the tactical vest filled with knives, glow sticks, grenades, and - apparently - dog treats, which they gave to the beast by their side.
“If they’re touchy about the pup he can ride with me. I don’t mind your coileáinín - he doesn’t shed does he?” His eyes drifted to follow the redhead who had dropped her admittedly impressive Russian accent for a thick Irish brogue. She shot Harrison a smile, emerald eyes chipped with something between curiosity and…sadness? “Regardless we best leave before those fuckers get their heads on straight.”
“Solid copy.”
“W - wait - who - ” Thomas stumbled over his words, weakly trying (and failing) to escape the mystery soldier’s grasp.
“RJ. She’s Liza. Sniper is Walker.” They looked Harrison and Wolf up and down unsubtly before looking at their dog. “This is Dog.” (Was it’s name really just ‘Dog’?) “We’re the ones that want you alive.”
“That’s encouraging.” Harrison could feel his hackles raise, sarcasm thick in his throat. Wolf’s presence at his back was steady, comforting, emboldening. “Why do you - ”
“I already told you. Jaybird asked for you alive.” There was a dull impatience to their tone as they half dragged Thomas along toward the truck. Harrison’s brain finally caught up with their words, suspicion flagging to relief.
“Jennings sent you?” Harrison had only ever heard Jennings' grandmother call them ‘Jaybird’ - it was unnatural hearing them called all these years after her death, let alone to hear it from the mouth of a stranger.
“Yes.” They paused, Thomas groaning as they settled him into the passenger seat. “Liza is here because - ”
“Because you pulled me off a bloody Vegas job to help you ruin some Yankee’s day. Which I’m happy to do, but you owe me.” Liza gave a quick whistle, Dog bounding to her side and jumping into the convertible with practiced precision. Harrison couldn’t help but flinch at the movement, but Wolf’s hand gave his shoulder a firm squeeze, grounding him.
“Put it on Ghost’s tab.” RJ shut the door with surprising softness, quickly making their way back to the circle of corpses in the street. “What are you two waiting for? Get in the truck.”
“We can’t - how do you plan to outrun them? The helicopters - ”
“We have exfil secured at the property with the cattle fields to the south. We’ll be airborne before you know it.” They gave Liza a nod as she stepped back into her convertible, the sports car’s engine purring as it turned over. “Regrouping at Duck Creek with Jaybird and your contingent of refugees. I assume that’s where they’re headed?”
“Y -yeah. Yeah, okay. Alright.” Harrison took a deep breath, looking up at Wolf. “Sound good?”
He gave a nod, eyes sharp as he glanced between the stranger and Harrison. Harrison smiled, nodding to himself as he glanced around -
“Right - the - the files - hang on, let me grab the hard drive.” Harrison broke away from Wolf (already missing the warmth) and stepped over the corpses to reach the duffel bag abandoned by the garage door. The heavy brick of the databank in his hands felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he clutched it to his chest.
Looking back, Wolf had taken the initiative to gather the paper files, the folder splayed on the ground and spattered with Anders’ blood -
Anders wasn’t dead yet.
His intact arm twitched, and Harrison felt his heart drop to his feet.
“Don’t - ”
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
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