If you purchase from a "Powered by GearLaunch" website:
You might receive a terribly low-quality product.
You might not receive a product at all.
The site is probably selling stolen IP.
Don't count on a refund.
We get a few of these scam posts each month.
How the Scam Works
The Bait: The post is a picture of a t-shirt, hoodie, or similar. The OP's account is generally less than a year old and has very little activity.
The Hook: A second account, an accomplice, comments asking where to buy it. The accomplice account is generally less than 3 weeks old with very little activity.
The Pitch: Then the OP links them to a "Powered by Gearlaunch" website.
The Validation: Lastly, another account thanks them and says they bought one. They do this to lend legitimacy to the pitch. These accounts are generally less than 3 weeks old with very little activity.
The domain name is always changing, so you can't tell it's bogus from the link alone. If you click the link, scroll to the bottom. If you see "Powered by Gearlaunch", leave the site immediately.
Be mindful that it's possible, though unlikely, the Bait is a legitimate user telling us about their cool new shirt. Use your best judgment.
If you see the Bait, please check the OPs account. If you feel certain the post fits the Bait, please downvote it and report it to us so we know about it.
If you see the Hook, please downvote them and report those to us too.
If you see the Pitch, please downvote, report, and leave a comment warning people away. Report the post and the pitch to Reddit as spam. Thank you, LxRv
We want to improve engagement on r/scifi, particularly on Self-Promotion Saturday posts. In addition to inaugurating SPS, we’ve made it clear in the subreddit’s rules that AI ‘writing’ and ‘art’ won’t be tolerated. We’ve also had to implement a 250-character minimum for the text body of posts.
While discussing this with my fellow moderators, I mentioned reading a blog post or two where a guest entry made me want to read the book under discussion. Quoting myself:
Hopefully, the 250-character post minimum will be enough to make the content creators realize we’re actually serious about engagement. They should be bursting to tell us, in their own words, what makes their creation special to them (and they hope, to us). I can think of at least a couple of essays I read on blogs where the guest author took the time to tell readers a little about their book—thereby encouraging me to give their book a try. Content creators posting here on Self-Promotion Saturday should want to make similar connections to a potential audience.
Thinking back on that discussion, I think one of those blog posts to which I referred above might serve as a useful example of why taking the time to engage with the audience you seek is worth it. Using myself reading that guest blog entry in 2011 as an example:
I had never heard of this author before—in spite of her career beginning in the 1990’s.
I didn’t ordinarily read fantasy, but I was intrigued by the fantasy novel for which the guest author wrote the blog entry.
I liked that book so much, I purchased and read the author’s entire back catalog, and the sequels to the book which the blog entry was about. I also began reading more fantasy—like some, I had just assumed it’s all medieval sword-&-sorcery. It’s not.
Relevant to this subreddit, that author later pivoted to including more science fiction in her writing, and created everyone’s favorite neurotic cyborg security unit, Murderbot. I speak, of course, of Martha Wells.
To be clear: I am not saying you must write what amounts to a guest entry in a blog to promote your work here. But you should want to. Without further ado, here’s the blog entry that introduced me to Martha Wells 14 years ago:
DARK CITY essentially has gorgeous photography, capturing aspects of the entire city where imagination paints the picture and provides the details. This film relies a lot on imagery and the fantastic production values are laced with a perplexing storyline that keeps the viewer's eyes glued to the screen. The eye-catching, stylish future noir designs a visionary world, evinced in the setting of the Big Apple itself, New York City during the time period of the 1940s. Dark City's visual backgrounds enliven a difficult and incomprehensible plot to comprehend and the special effects create an astounding experience, traveling into a vortex of mankind's phantasm.
DARK CITY, in addition to the superb background settings, allows for character development as well. The audiences grows greatly in a moment of eagerness as they want to determine what will happen next to the characters in this film. As always, the cast is wonderful.
Rufus Sewell is excellent as John Murdoch, convincing as an ordinary man on the run trom both the law and the strangers. Jennifer Connelly is sensuous and appealing as Murdoch's loving and concerned wife. William Hurt plays his cards right as a straitlaced NYPD inspector, Frank Bumstead, who keeps pursuing John Murdoch. As an eccentric psychiatrist, Dr. Daniel Paul Schreber, Kiefer Sutherland conveys a confused doctor who shares a frightening connection to these Strangers.
DARK CITY is splendid viewing injected with a theme about the loss of identity and the destruction of individualism in order to create an ideal society. DARK CITY is an unforgettable, breathtaking visual experience!
This film is enriched with layers of characterization, a plot where there is more than meets the eye, and venturous special effects. DARK CITY is recommended viewing with the lights out! A thoroughly cogent flick which keeps you guessing what is going on. DARK CITY is a fine treat for the eyes and mind. This is one journey where you reach the point of no return!
To the classical sci-fi/Azimov purist this may be the single most offensive piece of media ever put to a screen. However as someone who is familiar with Azimov's writing and understands that it simply cannot be adapted in any meaningful sense while retaining source accuracy unless you're comfortable with losing every penny you put into production. I thoroughly enjoyed this series and plan to rewatch it regularly.
Despite covering a number of dark and morbid themes, the series retains a relatively bright and colorful palette and overall tone throughout the majority of the episodes. It reminds me of old British. fantasy/Sci-fi TV that I grew up watching like Dr Who or Merlin. Helps that the show has a lot of British talent on screen lmao.
I posted this in r/whatisit 4 months ago and never got a definitive answer. Does this character, or the tech they are wearing, snap on any light bulbs for anyone out there? I turn to you because the chest plate and gauntlets/bracelets they're wearing look like space tech, but then add the Hawaiian shirt and glasses?
Found this enamel pin for sale at a flea market, I just want to know who it is supposed to be but the more it haunts me the more I want to go back and get it (if it's still there).
Any ideas welcome, thanks!
EDIT guys, u/Which_Channel5273 figured it out: it is the fourth and final form of shapeshifting The Bibleman villain Ludicrous - absolutely random thing to make a pin out of. Thanks homie!
It had been many years since I'd watched the original Blade Runner, and rewatching it reminded me of just how frickin' good this film is. The visuals, the score, the vibes, the ambiguous ending (Final Cut version)... it's really no surprise that this film has been exalted to the canon of quintessential sci-fi. So much good to say about it, but that scene set to Vangelis's "Love Theme" where Deckard and Rachel kiss for the first time is so powerful.
If you've never seen it, I highly recommend a watch. Don't care where you watch it, but it is on Amazon Prime right now. Whatever you do, I would definitely recommend watching either the "Director's Cut" or the "Final Cut" versions over the theatrical release. The aforementioned cuts are more "art of film" and less "Hollywood".
Today I finished “Flatland / Sphereland.” It was intriguing. In Flatland by Edwin Abbot (1884), a square tries to explain his 2D world to 3D readers. When he encounters a sphere visiting from a 3D world, he learns of the reality of the third dimension (and even visits the 3D world). He tries to explain it to others in his 2D world but is ostracized. In Sphereland (1965), Dionys Burger continues the story. The square’s grandson, a hexagon, continues his grandfather’s legacy and explores concepts of curved space and an expanding universe.
You do not need to be skilled in math or physics to appreciate this book (I never went beyond algebra and geometry). It explains the concept of multiple dimensions in ways that were easier to visualize than explanations that I have previously seen, and it inserts moments of humor and social commentary.
I was also intrigued by the construction of the book. Usually when a volume contains two books, the second book is placed immediately after the first book. You read the first book, and then proceed to the second. In this book, after you read Flatland, you need to flip the book over to read Sphereland. This actually makes sense, because they are two universes that exist parallel to each other, and so the two books are parallel to each other in this volume.
(Contact, 1997)
Infinite rewatchability for me. Every plot point in the movie is executed to perfection. The themes, the dialogue, the performances. I can never get the "The fact of the matter is we don't even know if they believe in God" line delivery out of my head.
Even if the sci-fi beats in this movie don't land with you, I would recommend watching this just for the dialogue.
Some of my thoughts about Hyperion and Fall of Hyperion, contains spoilers so be warned!
Rachel aging backward because of the Time Tombs has got to be one of the most devastating ways sci-fi has ever played with time. It's a sort of play on the universal human experience of knowing that the past is gone for good. Except here for Sol it's happening in reverse, and having to watch the past become the future for his daughter and have it happen day after day is one of the most horrifying things that could happen to a father. The "See ya later alligator," part was so heartbreaking.
The tragic part for us readers is that this suffering is very real. This kind of grief happens to everyone. I'm seeing it with my own grandma and her dementia. I'm dealing with losing someone slowly, even though her body is healthy, her mind is slipping away day by day.
I highly recommend the Hyperion series for anyone who likes sci-fi and hasn’t read it. I personally think the first two books are good enough on their own but if you like the last two that’s great too.
Equilibrium is a very fine movie. Highly entertaining, the score was more than okay, the casting does a really good job. Bale is all complex, nuanced and charismatic, and the fight scenes are beautiful to look at.
Bale went from stone-cold to an emotional man is simply flawless. He gets to transmit everything the story needs at the right time.
Cons are the character “Father”, who seemed too weak to me, and the ending which doesn't do justice to what comes before. In any case, this is an awesome sci-fi flick and it is highly rewatch-able even today.
I watched this movie recently and was amazed that a 2019 film, made before modern AI was even widespread, managed to accurately portray what people predict for the future of this tech. I checked around to see if anyone else was talking about this, but everything I found was from back when it was released. Watching it with today's perspective changes everything, it’s super interesting and pretty terrifying. This is very accurate and is exactly the vision that I believe is quite likely to occur. We actually dont stand a chance 🤔
Ghosts of Kurosawa is a fast-paced sci-fi thriller about a former assassin forced out of hiding when his presumed-dead partner returns with a genetically engineered virus that could kill millions.
If you like:
-Assassins
-Tokyo underworld
-Generic engineering
-Political Conspiracy
-Action thrillers
-Revenge stories
-Emotionally damaged characters
- And batsh*t crazy villains
This might be for you.
It's available at most online retailers. Hope you like it!
im talking films like edge of tomorrow, the martian, terminator etc. nothing wrong with those films but im after something with more of a moral, human leaning to it like gattaca or westworld. something that isaac asimov or arthur c clarke could have written, but in visual form.
I have been trying to find the name of this old show I watched in the 90's. It might have even been early 00's but I think more 90's. I hoping this group may know.
It was a group of teens or young adults on a ship, I do not remember any middle aged or older characters. Here is where my memory gets murky. I am pretty sure it was "lifeboat" ship after the destruction of the Earth and the crew was looking for a new world. Not sure season numbers.
I want to say the bridge was dark lighting and the crew woke from some kind of stasis.
I am hoping someone here can point me in the right direction.
Edit: I have found it. From 1997 Deepwater Black or Mission Genesis.
i’m about halfway through and i still don’t know how to feel. obviously i knew it wouldn’t be exactly the same as the three-body problem books since it’s not written by liu cixin, but with the same translator the language is actually pretty similar and overall i’d say it’s been enjoyable. on the other end, the finality of the ending of death’s end was also really enjoyable.
what do other three-body problem fans think about this one?
Has anyone else read Liu's short story, Mirror? It's part of his short story collection titled "To Hold Up The Sky"
In Mirror, scientists develop a computer so advanced it can run a simultation of the big bang. The simulation is so accurate and precise that it predicts everything that's ever happened in the universe, including everything that's happened in human history.
Anyone with this computer can see everying that's ever happened. Everything you've ever done in private, every historical event, everything. There are no more secrets, there's no more sneaking.
The implications of this are so fascinating and frightening to me. I can't stop thinking about this story. I love how Cixin Liu takes his ideas to the farthest extremes.
This is one of the worst books I've read. It's worse than Galaxy 666, or Herberts' Hellstroms' Hive. Niven and Benford, two authors I hold in high esteem, who gave us Ringworld and Great Sky River, try to co-author a story that hits like it was supposed to be a children's picture book but they changed the idea halfway through and suddenly needed 300 more pages. The aliens are childish and unoriginal. The humans are boring and vapid. The setting is vast, but never gets more development than "continents the size of worlds". So much plot is spent explaining that the humans only burn dry wood to minimize smoke. The captain of the starship Sunseeker has no idea of how his ship functions, except when unhinged technospeak is suddenly introduced and forgotten. One of the main characters sleeps with another woman about a week after he sees his wife abducted by aliens. The story never seems to go somewhere; it's like the setting is too large that the writers themselves couldn't fathom it, and gave up trying. It's also interesting that you can tell who wrote which part by wordage; Benford is trying to relive his Galactic Center days with "indices" and vague references to cybernetic modifications, but the main characters seemingly have none of these mods themselves.
The aliens;
They're literally called Big, Medium, and Small Birds by the humans. The humans just run around murdering them, and maybe trying to find other aliens to help them? I'm not too sure what the goal is, and the humans don't seem to know, either. But the birds, or Folk, have a super complex society that is barely registered, because it's too complicated. Most bird scenes are hyper political.
Other issues;
Words are repeated way too many times in a paragraph. "Gear" is thrown around, but the descriptions of the equipment are left blank. The writing is middle school level at best. Don't read this book.
Hi, Ive just finished the third book (In viriconium) and I know harrison deliberately leaves things in obscurity (pretty much like Wolfe does- but he doesnt play fair like Wolfe did.. You read hard enough and you understand Wolfe. Cant say the same thing about Harrison although I enjoy him very much). Note: Im not a native english speaker..
1) What happened in the end in the tower of The Grand Cairo with him and fat mam Etteilla and the shining cards with the efulgent light emmiting from what was left of them (5 cards)?
2)Gog and Matey's nature.. why are they refered to as gods by Ashlyme in the end? he stabs one of them and in they end theyre seen in the sky with great white horses in scarlet armor. One of them transformed earlier taking noble features and hair at shoulder length (this evokes Tegeus-Cromis?)
3) what was that tapestry/curtain Ashlyme found in the end in the "Seller" shop?I think Seller is another word to evoke Cellur, the Bird master? In the epilogue it describes it as a man yellow of age between two big buildings and a dwarf on a donkey (evokes Tomb and his pony...)
Aything else I should know about the ending of this third book or anything else you think of importance to note?
I usually paint my SciFi paintings with oil paints. However, when I am on the road for work, I do pastel studies with pastels on a special paper. Somehow I have to satisfy the urge for it.
For travel, the medium is perfect for me because it's handy yet super miscible and opaque.
All brass (and a bit of copper), wooden grip, no glued on gears, a real high voltage arc in the barrel and a glass bulb with cooling liquid. All handmade parts, total work hours around 120 h. Weight is around 10 pounds. The flip-cap switch is breaking the antique look a bit but, I thought it looks cool.
I never thought my self-published science fiction tale of a far off planet where a humble farmer pops out clones of himself from his bum would catch the imagination of the reading public.
I was right.
BUT, thanks to the nice people on this sub who responded to a self-promo post of mine, September was my best ever month for book sales, with well over a hundred on the scoreboard. For context, four or five sales a month is more normal for me.
So I just wanted to say a big thanks for supporting indie creators, it sincerely means a lot to me and I appreciate it, especially as I have zero marketing budget.
True aliens, non-humanoids. Clearly intelligent and clearly trying to communicate, but they're so different that it's not even clear what they *consider* communication, and unlike with other humans or other mammals, you have no baseline understanding of how their species works or what their body language might indicate or even what *category* of concept they might be trying to communicate at any given moment, because you have no idea what things you have in common, if any.
Is movement communication? Do the color patterns have a meaning? Is a huge chunk of their communication happening with a sense you don't have a receiver for? Are they inferring communication from things you don't even know that you're doing?
And once you start to notice a pattern, how do you communicate complex things using an extremely rudimentary understanding of extremely basic concepts with absolutely no possibility of nuance?
I love what was done in the Arrival movie and the Hail Mary book, but I want even more time spent in the absolute confusion part.
Hope y'all can help, 'cuz otherwise I might have to write something like this myself. 😅
(P.S. As mentioned in the title, this craving was brought on by watching videos of humans trying to establish a shared method of communication with their pets via buttons that correspond to human words and concepts, and the pets not only using this method effectively but also seemingly trying to express more complex thoughts/emotions with the limited vocabulary they have available -- e.g. they were dreaming and had a nightmare, they are grieving the death of someone, they want to know when someone will be home from a trip, they are worried about the weather, et cetera.
If those interpretations are correct (or even close to correct), then it's really quite remarkable, but I just keep thinking of how strange it might feel to the animal to adjust to this kind of communication (which is nothing like their own, as far as we know) and how frustrating it must feel when they're trying to tell their human something and the human doesn't understand at all and is thinking in a completely different direction.
If you haven't seen these kinds of videos and are interested in them, there's Todd the tuxedo cat, Bunny the dog, BilliSpeaks (who has now passed away), and I just discovered @MrHenryKnows, a bengal cat who seems to understand words first and only then gets buttons for them)
EDIT:
If anyone else also wants to explore more of this genre, here are some of the works that have been coming up in the comments:
Arrival (2016 movie)
The Hail Mary Project by Andy Weir (book, not movie)
Embassytown by China Miéville
Foreigner series by C. J. Cherryh (20+ books, especially the early ones)
Chanur series by C. J. Cherryh (5 books, from the aliens' pov?)
Children of Time (#1) and Children of Ruin (#2) by Adrian Tchaikovsky (also possibly Shroud by the same author
Star Trek: The Next Generation episode 5x02, "Darmok"
Serpent's Reach by C. J. Cherryh
Story of Your Life by Ted Chiang (the short story that Arrival was based on)
As a fan of some of the harder, grittier, more philosophically and scientifically rigorous titles in this genre. Its nice to come across a movie like this whose only purpose seems to be to make you smile.
NB: If you are like me and you enjoy this movie, ignore the reviews! They don't know this movie like we do!
First Grandmother tilted her head at the carved wooden steps leading up to the human core-hive and ground her mandibles together. She tasted the salt from the air, some from the nearby saline sea, much from the mammals that were almost universally dozing in the warm summer sun. She adjusted her radiation shield and felt it scrape against her antenna in a way that told her the old antenitis would be flaring up soon, as it usually did when she got back from a wandering. She braced her three good legs, and gripped the handrail and stepped up. Her caution almost prevent her bad abdominal joint from sending a shooting pain into her thorax. She took a moment to collect herself once up on the porch, First Sister had warned her that the Mothers of this human hive were remarkably good at spotting hidden pain, before following the sound of a human voice around the wide porch.
“Howdy whoever you are! Come on over, we’re outside.”
As the voice indicated there were several mature humans sitting in that bizarre way they had of folding themselves around their singular couches. If First Grandmother wasn’t being eye-blind, there was one of the Fathers, and two of the Mothers. A few smaller humans sat half on the porch, apparently weaving grasses, and did not consider a visit from another hive’s Grandmother important enough to look up from their tasks. One of the Mothers was holding a very small human, so undeveloped as to be still on the vine, to her bare thorax. They seemed to be attached somehow, but First Grandmother was vaguely aware that humans were somewhat reticent about nudity and tried not to look to interested. The other Mother was playing with a slightly larger human child that she held on her thick upper legs, which did make a very convenient platform First Grandmother had to admit. The father stood and approached First Grandmother, his face splitting open to reveal unnaturally even mandible protrusions.
“First Grandmother!” He said holding out his hand in a greeting that she fortunately knew. “You are back from Tau Alpha! Any luck snagging us some lumberbacks?”
First Grandmother felt her frill stiffen at this rudeness. She didn’t know, couldn’t be expected to know who she was addressing. Was this the First or Second Father of this hive? Technically she didn’t know if he was a Father at all, he might be some random Uncle for all she knew. The humans had many of those or so she heard. However she stilled her reaction, a hard won habit from a lifetime of free-trading.
“Only some embryos,” she said. “They still did not trust my transport.”
The human nodded in understanding, scenting the air with dissapointment.
“This knucklehead is our hive’s Second Father,” the Mother with the attached child spoke up. “I am his Second Mother, and this,” she indicated the other mature human with a disturbing sideways tilt of her head, “is my Fourth Sister come to visit, Third Aunt to my children.”
First Grandmother gave a grateful nod of greeting to each, as Human Second Father laughed and made an apology before sitting back down, clearly not very chagrined by his lack of hospitality. They passed a few more pleasantries when First Grandmother tilted her head at the larger children.
“Those little ones,” she asked, “do they understand complex social issues? Or do they repeat what they hear without understanding?”
From the sudden interested their body language displayed the answer was probably yes to one of the questions at least First Grandmother speculated. The Sister stood with light, amused pheromones drifting from her body.
“I’ll take the kiddos down to play in the stream,” she suggested, as the three mature humans exchanged communication signals with their darting, bifocal eyes – the equivalent of subtle antenna curls if First Grandmother read the situation right. However having a reasonably unbiased Sister would probably improve the curl of the conversation she hoped to have.
“Sisters usually have very good perspectives,” First Grandmother clicked as the Human Father offered her a juice pouch – a fine, subtle gourd mix, First Grandmother noted with pleasure. In her experience humans tended to favor over rich drupe juices.
There was more of the disquieting, eye-movement communication, and the Father sent the scampering children to go ‘count the growth ring on the goats’ horns’, presumably a task that would keep them occupied and out of hearing while being reasonably safe, and the Sister sat back down with the little one on her lap.
“There is a word I learned in human common,” First Grandmother opened, “hypothetical.”
“So, you have a hypothetical question for us?” the Father asked, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip from his drink.
First Grandmother neither confirmed nor denied it.
“Suppose,” she began, “you had just arrived at your home-hive after a long journey, and instead of going straight into the chaos of your First Son’s garden you went for a brief scamper along the boundary of the forest.”
“That sounds pleasant,” agreed the Human Father, bobbing his head.
“Then you heard voices screaming out insults in a common language,” First Grandmother went on, feeling her antenna twitch with amusement.
“Less pleasant,” the Human Second Mother said, her pheromone profile shifting to something more tart with unease.
“And then you heard a rather random string of profanity, and words that were similar to parts of profanity, as if the person shouting them wasn’t quite sure of what the words were.”
“Confusing,” Humans Second Father, said, his pheromone profile starting to shift back to a light amused mix.
“And if it turned out to be some rather small, I do mean undeveloped for their species small, sapient creatures, hiding in a cove of the beach, shouting out these into the roaring of the ocean waves. And when they saw you they promptly stopped and changed color so dramatically that even someone half blind could notice it.”
There was a low gurgling sound that First Grandmother recognized as a ‘chuckle’ that started in the Sister and flowed around the three humans.
“Hypothetically speaking,” the Father began, “in this situation would the small sapient creatures have mentioned why they were shouting swear words at the waves?”
“Hypothetically speaking they might have claimed that they were practicing to increase their vocabulary,” First Grandmother replied. “Then, to continue the hypothetical, they might have begged you to not, ‘snitch’ on them...what does snitch mean?”
“Old slang for reporting behavior,” the Sister observed.
The group on the porch fell into silence and listened to the thumping and shouting coming from where the larger small children were ‘counting the growth rings’.
“Well, I supposed I’d have to report it to their family,” the Father said with what First Grandmother thought she identified with regret in his voice, “but that would kind of feel like snitching.”
“Yes,” First Grandmother said taking a sip of her juice. “Especially if you weren’t particularly sure about which hive the little ones belonged to.”
There was a pause in the conversation as a particularly loud thud and a distress cry came from the director of the goat pen.
“I told you so!” followed in an exasperated voice.
However from the unconcerned way in which the Mother tilted her head she didn’t gauge it to be a sound profile that warranted intervention.
“Welp,” the Father said as he finished his drink. “Thank you for presenting us with this very interesting hypothetical. It sounds like the surrounding hives would need to talk to their little ones about how to express strong feelings and the importance of not offending other hives, but to avoid resentment maybe they should wait a few days and talk about it in a sort of general way.”
“Would the existence of a printed list of these words alter that plan?” First Grandmother asked.
The chuckle sound went around the humans again.
“If the relevant humans could find the list it would certainly make a spontaneous discussion of the topic seem less like someone snitched,” the Father admitted.
“On another hypothetical,” First Grandmother asked even as she stood to go. “Would it be considered wrong if a little one was making and selling these lists for profit? Small trinkets and snacks?”
“Some little scammer is selling bad words?” the Sister demanded with an outright laugh.
“Hypothetically,” First Grandmother replied.
“Hypothetically,” agreed the Sister with a laugh, “that one could probably be found and talked to in person. The scamp. Even if no one talks, if one kiddo is found to be particularly rich in dodads that might be a sign.”
First Grandmother inclined her head in agreement and was about to reply when a rather large goat came tearing around the corner with a small human clinging to its collar, the goat darted under the porch, how it fit First Grandmother wasn’t quite sure, but the move effectively dislodged the small human who gave off a sound that apparently did warrant the attention of the adults. Feeling her presence no longer need First Grandmother trotted off towards her own hive, feeling that she had hoed her small line for inter-hive peace. It wasn’t comfortable being a ‘snitch’, but, all things considered it was better that she had had the experience than her mate. First Grandfather had opinions about innocence being corrupted and while she loved his passionate dedication to the little ones dearly, they did need to eventually kick their way out of his garden.
