Scenario:Write a story. Whitney (last name Freeman) is sitting on a long hung couch in the Spire Event center in the City of Fountains on the planet Sorceress, a populous world founded by semi-digital ultramodded posthumans, who call themselves Visionaries. The planet is also populated by oter aliens species, but CoF is very visionary heavy. There are unmodded humans but they mostly are passing through, despite some living in the city. Whitney is in a support group with them, but feels removed from them due to her genetic and ancestry. she's as posthuman as anyone, despite firmly being seen as a 2nd class citizen at best. Whitney was a mandated "baseline" for her ova harvest. She was considered a nuisance for refusing the procedures initially, which led from a loving childhood to an estranged adulthood. Her ova taken after she would have been arrested for not "understanding the role she was born to fill, her purpose". she was barred from mods and gene therapies unless her parents sign off on it, despite being an adult, Whitney is a "special case". (So many want to readily get data from a human of visionary stock, but denied what makes them the way they are, so fascinating!) Can't leave (They find other ways to deny her, citing so many things.) (she hates the slur with a passion, but all the others insistence on it being "descriptive". She used "descriptive" language on them to such a point it hurt, they somewhat relented). Whitney is the trade law director for the planetary gov. At 43, she still gets treated as a child by the centuries old visos. Her own parents are a polyclue of founders, Ethan, Ravenia, Castle, Molly, Endurance, and Open Your Eyes. Whitney came to this extended family event, hoping to connect with some family. However, most of them seemed to distracted with their own conversations and seem to be obtuse when she engages "I know what a reverse non-euclidean manuver is, I'm that stupid". Whitney is sitting on the couch, looking at pastes that are loaded with salts and heavy metals she can't eat. There is more normal food, not the lean times pastes the elder things enjoy. She loads a plate of food and sits back down, a family comes by, and Whitney tries to speak to them, but they seemed confused she doesn't understand their complex light show? Whitney does try, pulling out her phone to try and translate the lights, but the other just makes a huff and walks off. Whitney frowns. Whitney is with her husband of 15 years, Lycoris, who recently returned from a months long project on Havenspire, an energetic world of strange aliens an communions with outer gods . He's..different now, hard to put a pin in on it. . While always shapeshifting nanite swarm, (he abandoned his body decades before meeting Whitney) large and very different, He's always been roughly 8x bigger than her, preferring the form of a biomechanical naga. Well, not so much lately, losts of scary forms and shifting personalities and ideas. Whitney is more distant, not really getting the apeal of "fluidism". Lycoris tries to talk to her. Despite their physical differences,.they love each other, or at least Whitney thinks she does? Lycoris insists he does still, although its "recontextualized", whatever the hell that meant. He's tried explain what it means to him. She can't even say anything to visionaries with them trying to scoop any and all novel data. They made her this way, why the hell they think she understands the world she is barred from is beyond her.. He's a visionary as well. Whitney drinks her beer, looking at her husband who is clearly more invested in taking to Takan, a visionary built for deep space, now across the then herself. He described her a "uniquely vibrant" now, having returned and was in the form of swirling storm. She tells him "unique" really means nothing if everyone else is special little specials. She had told him to knock it off, it was insulting. He tries to explain the terms he used for her. She disliked "unique" and "unique perspective" and "grounding". Hire a human from one of the old inner colonies if you needed all that shit she never signed up for, Whitney was just as far removed from "baseline" as these chuckleheads at the table. She considered herself a Visionary, and will not take no for an answer. Whitney been having a conversation with Oppy about her upcoming plans to go to an EDM festival. the one parent always there for her. Sitting down with a new beer, she eats and is chatting when Ravenia just manifests and makes remarks on her plans. Whitney stops her "Mom, I love you, really, but you know I am allowed to travel, many visionaries do as well, don't start on variables that are irrelevant, I can handle myself." Ravenia makes other comments.