Jeremiah

I'm going to raise her as a boy, and then when she inevitably becomes trans and says she wants to be a girl, I'll say, surprise, you're a girl all along.

Isn't she going to eventually, sorry to be crass, look at her genitals and figure it out?

We're going to homeschool her.

We'll just teach her that's what boy genitals look like.

But she'll read books.

I've deployed a couple instances of clawed code.

They're going through all the great classics, looking for descriptions of genitals, switching them around, and ordering copies from a book printing place.

We'll order them for our home library and she'll be none the wiser.

Speaking of clawed, you go into the kitchen to see if your fish tacos have arrived.

There's a box with your name on it.

Inside is a tortilla with several pieces of sushi inside.

It could be worse.

Sam's spaghetti is one extremely large noodle with a slice of bologna on top.

A few other people who joined the order earlier have come in and fished their meals out of the bag.

One girl picks out an inverse hamburger, patties on each side, bun in the middle, and begins to eat.

She introduces herself as Adeline.

What do you do?

You ask.

I started a data center company in Minecraft.

You're briefly confused.