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They called themselves the Ascension Bullies. Clad in chrome and certitude, they had terraformed empathy into a weapon, shrinking dissent with a laugh and a laser. They piloted leviathans that peeled hope like a rind. But now, for the first time, they looked up —and saw her face in the ozone, calm as a murdered star.

The bullies fired everything. Beams that had unzipped planets skittered off her skin like rain off a cathedral dome. She breathed in. Their missiles turned to dandelion seeds. She breathed out. Their armor rusted into kindness. ascension bullies giantess

“You’re too big to bully,” crackled their lead tormentor through a shattered speaker. “We’ll cut you down to size.” They called themselves the Ascension Bullies

“Grow,” she said.

One by one, she lifted them from their cockpits—tiny, thrashing, terrified—and placed them on a cloud. Not a prison. A nursery. Soft. White. Disorientingly peaceful. But now, for the first time, they looked