waow what a fucking experience
I really really liked how you just went "and then it gets worse / more harrowing" at every turn without break. the capitalist hellscape. everyone you have any ties to is dead. the bodily alientation at the hands of the military. the anxiety of trans isolation among cis peers. the flesh mechs. the loss of other girls. feral mechs as a concept. the digestion. just sheer and utter suffering for zuri and the others and I fuck with it so hard.
the grey and fleshy color palette was really evocative too. the obvious parallels between the big grinding nutrient paste and the war is so nice, considering how disgusting and visceral said war is.