what if the discovery was never made that Jaegers needed two pilots? what if instead the understanding was that a pilot had to give themself, their whole self, in order to fight the kaiju?
what if people had to train their whole life to become pilots? what if children began entering the Jaeger Academy the moment this decision was made?
they don’t last long, these firefly pilots, but while they fight they burn bright and strong.
pipe that sound into my copper-riveted heart,
that softgirl/brightgirl/candygirl electrocheer gigglenoise
right down through the steelfrown tunnels of my
I can’t understand
why no one sees the dinosaur bones
of my exo-self
dwarfing the ramen-slingers
and their steamscalded cheeks.
— THE MELANCHOLY OF MECHAGIRL, Catherynne M. Valente