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Ave Maria by nopaintjustpain
Fandom Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
30 May 2026
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I lived with this hunger long before the Hail Mary. This is nothing new. I’m fine.
Right up until Rocky asks another question.
“When last time you touch other human person skin, question?”
Oh. Oh no. “When I… a few days after I first woke up here.”
Rocky starts to relax for a split second, but then tightens when something occurs to him.
“Grace crewmates dead when you wake up. You said this, statement. You not even know your own name, remember nothing, see dead bodies, confirm?”
I nod, because if I open my mouth I will gag.
“When last time Grace touch ALIVE human person, question.”
I swallow thickly. I don’t answer aloud because I know Rocky can hear the hitch in my breath. My stomach churns with fresh bile. He senses my vital signs tick over into stress patterns and goes very, very still again.
“Grace. When last time, question.”
I clench my jaw so hard my temples ache, and beg him with my eyes to just stop.
“Grace. Please say not when… when Evil Stratt humans put you to sleep.”
I can taste grass.
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AKA: Grace starves for more than just food on the journey to Erid.
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20 Jun 2026
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The Wire Mother by nopaintjustpain
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
24 May 2026
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I lived with this hunger long before the Hail Mary. This is nothing new. I’m fine.
Right up until Rocky asks another question.
“When last time you touch other human person skin, question?”
Oh. Oh no. “When I… a few days after I first woke up here.”
Rocky starts to relax for a split second, but then tightens when something occurs to him.
“Grace crewmates dead when you wake up. You said this, statement. You not even know your own name, remember nothing, see dead bodies, confirm?”
I nod, because if I open my mouth I will gag.
“When last time Grace touch ALIVE human person, question.”
I swallow thickly. I don’t answer aloud because I know Rocky can hear the hitch in my breath. My stomach churns with fresh bile. He senses my vital signs tick over into stress patterns and goes very, very still again.
“Grace. When last time, question.”
I clench my jaw so hard my temples ache, and beg him with my eyes to just stop.
“Grace. Please say not when… when Evil Stratt humans put you to sleep.”
I can taste grass.
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AKA: Grace starves for more than just food on the journey to Erid.
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- Part 1 of Ave Maria
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19 Jun 2026
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The Trolley Operator by mapjogger
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
15 Jun 2026
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It's easy to pull the trolley lever when people are lining up to lay down on it.
It's a lot more difficult when you have to tie down someone kicking and screaming.
or, how Eva Stratt came to sacrifice Ryland Grace.
(19k words, finished, posting Mon/Wed/Fri)
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16 Jun 2026
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Blackmail. Illegal porn. Undercover at a gay bar. The Nice Guys sure are at it again.
“Porn? I can throw a rock in this neighborhood and I’m gonna break the window of a porn store.”
March gestured anxiously, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Healy paused. “Ohhhhh. The nasty stuff. Whips and handcuffs. Girls and animals.”
“Close,” March said, grimacing. He really, really didn’t want to have to explain this. “Think more like…. Disco.”
“Disco?” Healy raised an eyebrow. “What, like the queer music? You think the back room of that store is full of porn for… For disco fans.” He nodded thoughtfully a couple of times. “And you’re an expert about this?”
For a second the whole world went white around the edges and March thought he might pass out. He was too sober for this conversation. What exactly had Healy noticed that morning, how obvious exactly had his full-body reaction to Healy’s hand on his neck been? “I was a happily married man!” March said, and as soon as it came out of his mouth he knew it was wrong. Too fast, too high-pitched, too loud.
Incriminating.
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10 Jun 2026
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"Those bees were real?" K says, intent and curious on the honey. With the exception of humans, he can count the number of real animals he's ever seen on the fingers of one hand.
But of course, it's not that simple. Deckard shrugs stiffly.
"I don't know."
So the question changes. Not whether they're real, but the definition of real.
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Conversations between K and Deckard, centered on the quirks of K's programming and his life views.
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02 Jun 2026