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Impolite Society by ChaoticEldritchEntity
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
07 Jul 2026
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Perhaps Rocky isn't the best example of what an Eridian is like. Maybe they should've considered that, before letting Ryland Grace loose on planet Erid.
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to live my life as it's meant to be by Stargirl_And_Potts (A_Candle_For_Sherlock)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
05 Jul 2026
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Somewhere between Adrian and Erid, Rocky invents the xenosuit. It turns out they both needed it.
"The thing about sharing a spaceship with a guy in a hamster ball is you end up doing the grunt work. So here we are, en route to an alien planet, and I am once again hanging off the side of the dang ship. At least this time I’m securely fastened and not watching us sink toward our doom."
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Butterfly Needle by astravere
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
06 Jul 2026
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Ryland needs to draw his own blood.
Unfortunately, Ryland has a problem with needles.
Fortunately, Rocky has a plan.
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(please) cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul by lizardhands
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
04 Jul 2026
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"He's tapping his fingers together again. I know what he's thinking. He's thinking what I am thinking. But if either of us is going to say it, it's gotta be him. 'If it came down to it, I would be completely fine with you performing an invasive surgery on me', is something that would take possibly three more near-death experiences and another coma to grant me the resolve to say aloud."
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the stretch of my skin by nambi
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
05 Jul 2026
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I never noticed. There are no mirrors in my house; there are no mirrors anywhere on Erid, at least not in the sense that we understand them. There’s reflective surfaces, but not intentionally so. My attention has been tugged this way and that, always something new to discover, or else something new to research in the endless encyclopedia I was left with. I had no reason to look at my own body beyond what was necessary to keep it clean.
But now I’m sitting here, and it stares me in the face. Emphasized by my position, my stomach rises up and over my waistband, forming a soft mass that spills slightly over my sides.
“Oh,” I say out loud. I run a hand over this new pudge that probably isn’t new at all, startling slightly at the texture of it. Soft. Yielding. Slightly cold from the water evaporating on it. I touch my body like it isn’t my own, because for a long, long time, it wasn’t. I touch it the way Rocky touched me once he finally had the option to, committing everything to memory, matching it to what he already knew.
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Or: In the two years that he spent on Erid, Grace has changed in just about every way imaginable. But one way in particular feels more significant than the rest.