To: \t\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
From:\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\n\t\tRilltide Station<\/p>\n
Tav,<\/p>\n
Did you know that at Rilltide, there are six names for mold? It all depends on what the color is and where you find it. Today we were scrubbing green slime from a bank of failed oxyinators. They call it \u201cGreen Jenny.\u201d It smells like that time you decided to make us compost. Remember? A month of rotting garbage in bins before Mom called it off?<\/p>\n
Gross. I can still smell it under my fingernails.<\/p>\n
Work sucks, Tav. If we didn\u2019t need the money, I\u2019d find something else. I don\u2019t know what or where but\u2026<\/p>\n
She knows when I hurt her. I don\u2019t care what you say about \u201cMachinae don\u2019t feel pain\u201d garbage. Blue Sion hates it when I weld her. And I don\u2019t blame her, not really. <\/p>\n
But there\u2019s not much choice, is there? Palladium armor stripped off to keep the sodium-lights running and the saline purifiers keeping us wet or not and we shut down shop and that\u2019s not going to happen.<\/p>\n
So, that has been my week. Mold and torture.<\/p>\n
We can\u2019t leave her bone motors and silica-net to the air. It\u2019s too wet in the station now, and we both know what will happen if moisture gets into the systems, let alone mold. I don\u2019t know what they\u2019d call mold inside Blue Sion.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s too old.<\/p>\n
I asked around like you wanted me to, there\u2019s no one at the station who has any idea what to do if she had a major malfunction. There are a couple of deadwater techs who think they know how. I wouldn\u2019t trust them to fix the toilets right.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been here for six months, Tavis. And no one even knows my name. <\/p>\n
To top it all off, the tide generators aren\u2019t working right either, so they\u2019ve shut down half the station and there\u2019s talk about more layoffs. There are whole sections of the station where the lights are off and there\u2019s nothing but the sound of the ocean pushing against the walls. Things aren\u2019t looking too good. We turned the water system off for two days to get enough power into the mag-dock. No showers, only bottled water.<\/p>\n
We both know I need this job, big brother. If we\u2019re both not working\u2026 I don\u2019t know what Mom will do.<\/p>\n
The work still sucks though. <\/p>\n
I felt bad about what we had to do, watching her handler lead her into the gate only to have the locks turn on. I don\u2019t know what you do for Red Sion, but Blue fought it when the magnets pulled her paws down and made her crouch down. I worried that her plasteel frame would break under the strain. <\/p>\n
She roared while we did it, Tav. There are only five people left on the welding team, it took most of the day to pull the plating off her. Without the dock I don\u2019t trust our chances to do it again. Her claws are still palladium and there\u2019s no way we\u2019re going to declaw her.<\/p>\n
At least we\u2019ll last a little longer. The Site Manager said the palladium we took off her would keep us going for another six months. It\u2019s sad to see the station this bad off. But what do you do with a weapon when the war\u2019s over?<\/p>\n
I love you. Please don\u2019t spend your entire letter-allowance writing to me a lecture. You\u2019re not a doctor yet.<\/p>\n
Love your sister,
\nLurie<\/p>\n
P.S. Everything still smells like mildew. The eco-grid is awful.<\/p>\n
P.P.S. Yes, I remembered to transfer money into Dad\u2019s account. I won\u2019t forget again.<\/p>\n
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\nTo:\t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\n\t\tRilltide Station<\/p>\n
From: \tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
Dear Sis,<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sorry things are mildewey. If the heating-shield fails this close to the caldera, mildew won\u2019t be our problem. There are some issues with the thermal transformers, but all-in-all, things aren\u2019t too bad out here in the heat. If I get bored, I can go out and get a tan.<\/p>\n
Thanks for sending Dad the money. It\u2019s been busy here, too, but just because we\u2019re busy doesn\u2019t mean we don\u2019t have responsibilities, Lurie.<\/p>\n
And yeah, it\u2019s been busy here.<\/p>\n
Can you believe we ran through an alarm drill last week? I don\u2019t know what Management was thinking. A whole lot of work for nothing. Red actually tried to fire up his thermal cannons. The lights were flashing and the alarms blared for almost an hour. It\u2019s been fifty years since there was an incursion.<\/p>\n
The old thing actually thought his Pilot was calling. Red Pilot must be what? Seventy? It was actually sort of sad, Red bashing against the hatch. <\/p>\n
There must be something wrong with his wiring. He should know better. Took his handler most of a day to calm him down. We\u2019ve scheduled the blaster removal for next week. Something that old has no business with a gun the size of a star cruiser on his back.<\/p>\n
Red\u2019s been on half rations since the Calm started, thank god. You\u2019ve probably sat through the same video training I did when I started: the Sions blasting away whatever the Enemy called up. We had to watch the one with Shadow Zerker at our last facility training. If you haven\u2019t seen it, it\u2019s the one from when the war just started and they were still filming in color. <\/p>\n
There\u2019s good footage of Blue Sion, if you ever get bored. You were always the sentimental one. <\/p>\n
Still creeps me out to see that cannon\u2019s turbines whirring though. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever forget the sound.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I\u2019m going to write the Systems Manager at Cobblerock Station. He was visiting last month and I think we hit it off. I know they frown on inter-base relations, but it\u2019s not like we get leave or live off-base. Can\u2019t spill secrets, right? I\u2019m sure Green Sion\u2019s no different than Blue or Red\u2014out to pasture waiting to get put down. At least it\u2019s a paying job, right? <\/p>\n
I know it gets lonely. I feel it too. Keep writing me.<\/p>\n
Lurie\u2014write Dad. He says he hasn\u2019t heard from you.<\/p>\n
Love,
\nTavis<\/p>\n
P.S. Don\u2019t forget to wash your underwear.<\/p>\n
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\nTo: \t\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
From:\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\n\t\tRilltide Station<\/p>\n
Dear Smartass,<\/p>\n
I\u2019m writing from Blue\u2019s observation deck. The windows look out over the enclosure with its deep pools and high rock. It\u2019s amazing to think that the water goes down ten stories. <\/p>\n
It\u2019s quiet, and as close to abandoned as Rilltide is, quiet is a luxury, so I sit here and ponder three important things, dear brother:<\/p>\n
1.\tMy underwear is none of your business.
\n2.\tI\u2019m not writing Dad anything. Stop asking. I sent the money and he can go to hell.
\n3.\tTavis got a boyfriend? Are you kidding?<\/p>\n
You can imagine which of these things matter to me the most. I thought you were dating an engineer? Did the volcano finally blow up? No, don\u2019t tell me. I don\u2019t want to know. I hope it works out, Tav. You deserve someone nice, and someone whose underwear you can ask about besides your sister\u2019s. <\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know why I keep sitting here. Observation deck has a nice kind of mold they call \u201cGrey Prancer\u201d and it makes my eyes water. Too dry in here to get slime, but no one sits on these chairs and watches her anymore. Not in years.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s pacing in the enclosure tonight. Sometimes she acts like a real cat\u2014dashes from place to place, claws at the rocks. Remember when Mom brought home that kitten? Kind of like that. I figure Red does the same, huh? <\/p>\n
Do machinae dream, Tav? I wonder what Blue dreams of when her systems slow and the sodium lights are turned down for the night. I don\u2019t dream of anything, any more. There\u2019s not much in this place worth dreaming about, even if the pay is steady.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t want to be here. I want to tell Dad he can pay his own bills. He could get up and find a job, do something good instead of live off his kids. <\/p>\n
I\u2019m watching her tonight to make sure the new welds hold. She doesn\u2019t have any palladium left, and the metal looks like a motley coat. We\u2019ve salvaged whatever we could\u2014steel, aluminum plate to weld the gash. Blue Sion is twelve meters at the shoulder; there isn\u2019t enough metal in stores for that kind of repair.<\/p>\n
Weird, she\u2019s grooming herself like a real cat. I never stop being surprised by her, Tavis. There\u2019s something beautiful about her, the way she is so perfectly herself, no matter how bad things have become. She saved the world from the Enemy and we repaid her with a cage. I wonder sometimes.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I hope things work out with the guy from Cobblerock. A piece of advice though? Don\u2019t ask him about his underwear until the third date. Believe me. Third date.<\/p>\n
Love you,
\nLurie<\/p>\n
P.S. I overheard a couple of the deadwaters talking about Important Visitors coming soon (capital letters and all). Not sure what that\u2019s about.<\/p>\n
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\nTo: \t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
Hey,<\/p>\n
I know I said I wasn\u2019t going to write to you this week, but my letter to Siao got returned, unopened and my letter allowance got credited. I don\u2019t know if he just didn\u2019t want to talk to me, or whether Management cares more about inter-station relations than I thought they did. <\/p>\n
Damn it, Lurie. You know I agree with you. This is a good job and there aren\u2019t a lot of them. The pay is steady and I\u2019m not killing myself in a factory somewhere. But\u2026 it\u2019s lonely. All the windows look out onto the Caldera. There are\u2014what did you call them? Deadwaters. The old timers who remember when working on Red Sion was a privilege, they were helping stop the Adversary. There\u2019s no one here that I\u2019m friends with, and being stuck on \u201cspecial assignment\u201d makes it all that much harder.<\/p>\n
Dad can\u2019t work and you know it. It\u2019s not his fault. I\u2019m as lonely as you are.<\/p>\n
You mentioned Blue grooming after you took the plating off: there\u2019s a machine inside the tongue system on the Sions that regenerates armor after battles. That\u2019s probably what she\u2019s doing. <\/p>\n
But look, Sis\u2014go make some friends. It bugs me knowing that you\u2019re stuck in that station and it was my idea to get you there in the first place. Don\u2019t sit up in the observation deck for hours in the dark. That\u2019s how you go crazy.<\/p>\n
Anyway, there\u2019s not much going on here. Work work work, sleep, eat processed food. Watch the lava flow, wait for the alarms to ring. They\u2019re never going to ring, though. The Calm is going to last forever\u2014isn\u2019t that what the news says?<\/p>\n
It\u2019s good enough for me. It\u2019s what people like Dad fought for. The least we can do it keep the lights burning a little longer.<\/p>\n
Any new molds? <\/p>\n
Love you,
\nTavis<\/p>\n
P.S. No PS this time. But maybe you should talk to your boss about a promotion or something? Seems like you\u2019ve been working hard. Tell them I recommended you.<\/p>\n
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To: \t\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
From:\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station<\/p>\n
Dear Tav,<\/p>\n
The Important Person was a surprise visit with the War Minister. Tav, you wouldn\u2019t believe how crazy it was\u2014like someone had kicked an ant hill! I don\u2019t think an attack from the Adversary would have sent us scrambling so bad. They had to dig out uniforms from stores.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never seen a uniform in this place. And they were made of this weird plastic-feeling fabric. There was blue fringe and epaulets and whatever else. <\/p>\n
Mine was too big, almost down to my knees. But something got through them so there were a bunch that were ripped or eaten or gnawed. There was mold on a few of them blue-grey like the dinner we had a few nights ago (Blue Jimmy, since you\u2019ve become fascinated with mold).<\/p>\n
We stood in line as though we practiced that sort of garbage every day. He walked down the line, didn\u2019t stop to talk or inspect or whatever the War Minister does. He was about as tall as you. About as fat as dad with a thick moustache the silver of plasteel. We lined up on the launch deck and it surprised me how few people were actually at Rilltide. Maybe fifty. This station used to hold seven thousand.<\/p>\n
Blue Pilot came, too.<\/p>\n
She was old like you said, Tav. It\u2019s hard to imagine her as our age. She was fat, and it strained the suit she wore. The suit was peach colored, like the water gets when the desalinators don\u2019t work right and the chemicals wind up in the drinking supply rather than in the filters. She lurched behind the War Minister and didn\u2019t say anything to anyone.<\/p>\n
Tavis, she never saw Blue. She didn\u2019t ask the handler anything. She showed up, walked a few hundred yards and then left.<\/p>\n
How could she have done that? I don\u2019t think Blue realized what happened. If she knew it, it would have broken her heart.<\/p>\n
We got the order after the Minister left. <\/p>\n
Tav, the order is to get the palladium off her claws. They\u2019re going to declaw Blue Sion. The order says they expect \u201cresidual damage\u201d from the process. They don\u2019t expect her to make it.<\/p>\n
This isn\u2019t what I signed up for. I watched the videos again\u2014where the Scions came together and made MechaSion and the final battle when they defeated the Adversary and brought the Calm. Where\u2019s the pride we had then? Where is the loyalty? How can the Sions be scrapped for parts, while we wear hand-me-down uniforms and pretend to care?<\/p>\n
It hurts.
\n*\t*\t*
\nTo: \t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
Come on, Lurie. They\u2019re machinae. They were built for a purpose and it\u2019s over. The bases are falling apart and they\u2019re not going to upkeep obsolete systems. It costs money the government can\u2019t afford. This isn\u2019t about Blue Sion and you know it.<\/p>\n
But sure, if you want to say it is, let\u2019s talk about some things:<\/p>\n
1.\tIt\u2019s been fifty years and there are still cities in rubble. The communication framework is restricted to military personnel. We have to write letters to each other and get one letter a week. The days where these stations matter are over.<\/p>\n
2.\tWe\u2019ve been bleeding Red into the power systems for years. His reactor reinforces the Goutflame Station. If we weren\u2019t, the Eco-grid would fail and the station would melt into the volcano. Same way Rilltide would drown or Guststorm Station would fall out of the sky. Hiding these bases made sense in the war, but now we\u2019re haunting the relics.<\/p>\n
3.\tIt\u2019s over, Lurie. Do your job. Get it done. <\/p>\n
They\u2019ll find another place for you. Maybe White Sion or Black. Look, I\u2019ll talk to the Station Manager here and see if you can transfer.<\/p>\n
You won\u2019t be lonely forever. We can talk about Dad and see if we can\u2019t figure out something. I\u2019ll send him a little more and maybe he can just make do, okay?<\/p>\n
Just get through it. I\u2019ll take care of you, sis.<\/p>\n
Love, Tavis<\/p>\n
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\nTo: \t\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station<\/p>\n
Tavis,<\/p>\n
The mag-dock was broken. They\u2019re calling it sabotage. There\u2019s no way for them to take her claws now.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not about Dad or the money. It\u2019s not about mold or quiet halls or\u2026<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been dreaming, Tavis. That my claws are digging into the rock. The alarm is my heartbeat. There are monsters to fight. The Adversary cannot win. There is a Pilot to guide me. When I dream, I know I am not alone.<\/p>\n
How did they build the Sions, Tavis? If they\u2019re just machinae why does she howl and claw and pace? Why does dread move down my back when I wake up? I\u2019ve started sleeping here in the twilight of the observation deck. I don\u2019t want her to feel so alone.<\/p>\n
– L
\n*\t*\t*
\nTo: \t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
Sis, you\u2019re scaring me. I just got your letter. Are you crazy? Do you know what they\u2019ll do to you if they think it\u2019s you? It\u2019s just a machina. It is just metal and parts and pieces. It\u2019s not alive, Lurie. <\/p>\n
No, I don\u2019t know who built it. Some government program long-since shut down and forgotten. They\u2019re going to shut down the stations. We just had a walkthrough too. <\/p>\n
But it doesn\u2019t matter, we\u2019ll land on our feet. Talk to someone you trust, sis. Or don\u2019t trust. Only don\u2019t do this. I\u2019m half a continent away and can\u2019t lose you. Who\u2019s going to write to me? Or remind me of stupid stuff we did growing up? Pull yourself together. If not for yourself, than for me. Please. <\/p>\n
Things are getting ugly here too. Pay didn\u2019t get distributed this week, but they\u2019re still collecting rent for rooms and food. There\u2019s grumbling and a few people tried to talk to the Station Manager. No luck there. What else can we do?<\/p>\n
Let me know you\u2019re being safe. Please.<\/p>\n
Love, your brother,
\nTavis.<\/p>\n
*\t*\t*<\/p>\n
To: \t\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station<\/p>\n
Tavis,<\/p>\n
I went into her enclosure tonight. The station sleeps by 20:00 hours. They\u2019re rationing power now. Four of the tide generators shorted out over the last week. There\u2019s water rationing going on too. More of the sodium lights are off and the hallways are filled with darkness so thick you half-expect a monster from the Adversary to materialize.<\/p>\n
No one checks the doors anymore. There\u2019s not enough people to care. There\u2019s probably a system somewhere that checks for codes and scans finger prints or something. It wasn\u2019t hard to pop the lock. We used to do it as kids, remember? One of the useful things Dad taught us from his army days.<\/p>\n
I wanted to see her. No, I needed to see her.<\/p>\n
It was cold in the enclosure. The sea water lapped at the rocks. They don\u2019t bother with lights inside either, at night. At first, the only thing I could hear was my heart beating. They told me at orientation that the Sions weren\u2019t safe to be around outside of a Mag Dock.<\/p>\n
And I kept thinking that I was one of the people who peeled her armor off and replaced it with scavenged siding from walls and decking from old floors off the station. She should hate me.<\/p>\n
Blue\u2019s paws didn\u2019t make noise on the rock. I didn\u2019t realize she was behind me until I saw four stories of Sion leaning down. How she moves so quietly, I don\u2019t know. Her eyes double as lights, Tavis, did you know that? They made two pools of blue light. And as I looked up there were her eyes and her teeth.<\/p>\n
It felt like I stopped breathing, looking into those lights. It\u2019s probably how a mouse feels before it gets eaten. But Blue didn\u2019t stamp me out with her paws, or claw me. She didn\u2019t knock me into the water and watch me drown. <\/p>\n
She lowered herself beside me, tons of metal. She put her head down on her paws, looking out into the dark water. I don\u2019t know how long we sat there, until I rested against the smooth metal.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t realize that Sions were warm. Is there a system that makes it happen?<\/p>\n
She was warm, even though the air was cold and the sea lapped at the edge of the enclosure. I don\u2019t know, Tavis, but as the hours past I watched as another light grew. There is a hatch near her shoulder. It opened on greased hinges. There is a stair that descends all the stories.<\/p>\n
Blue didn\u2019t move. Didn\u2019t growl or shake. She only offered, Tavis. But as I saw it, I got scared. It hit me that I shouldn\u2019t be there, like you said. That I had no business in the Enclosure and what would happen if I got caught. At best, I\u2019d be fired and there\u2019d be no one for Blue Sion at the Station. At worst\u2026<\/p>\n
Tavis\u2014the alarm\u2019s ringing. It\u2019s ringing. The lights just went up. The sirens are echoing down the hall. Tav–I can hear her roaring. I can feel it echoing through the Station. I need to go, I need to go\u2026<\/p>\n
Be happy, Tavis.<\/p>\n
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\nTo: \t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station\t<\/p>\n
Lurie,<\/p>\n
What\u2019s going on? Your last message was cut off. We had an alarm here. Lurie, answer me as soon as you can. Red went crazy. The containment systems failed. There was an alarm and the outside hatches opened. The Eco-Grid almost went off. We tried to stop Red, but he went out into the heat. No one realized that he had enough energy to get the jet boosters going, but he did.<\/p>\n
Red Sion\u2019s disappeared. We\u2019re trying to get secondary systems up and running to track him, but they\u2019re old. We\u2019re not even sure which of the computer banks the trackers are, even if they worked, or if we could get enough energy without compromising the entire station<\/p>\n
Jesus Sis, we\u2019re not getting news reports. What\u2019s going on? Management is telling us to calm down, but Red\u2019s gone. Without him to back up the reactor systems, we\u2019re not going to be able to keep the Eco-Grid going. I don\u2019t know what we\u2019re going to do.<\/p>\n
When you get this, please let me know you\u2019re alright. Hopefully\u2014hopefully the Sions will be back. It must have been an accident, or some sort of test? No one\u2019s sure and they\u2019re starting to get scared. If you\u2019re okay, I don\u2019t need to be scared. I\u2019m sending a letter to Dad too, to make sure he\u2019s okay. Please, please, please tell me you\u2019re okay.<\/p>\n
Love,
\nTavis<\/p>\n
*\t*\t*<\/p>\n
To: \t\tLurie Kysiene
\n\t\tWelder III
\nRilltide Station\t<\/p>\n
From:\tTavis Kysiene
\nSystems Manager I
\nGoutflame Station<\/p>\n
It\u2019s been a week, Sis. You haven\u2019t answered. Red hasn\u2019t come back. There\u2019s rumors that there was an attack on one of the cities. People are getting drunk and saying that the Adversary is back and the Sions were called.<\/p>\n
How could they have called the Sions? The Sions were being scrapped. They didn\u2019t have Pilots, or weapons or armor. How could they? <\/p>\n
No one will say if Blue Sion was there. No one says what happened. They all just keep looking at me from the side of their eyes as if they know something I don\u2019t. People keep asking me if I have a sister from Rilltide Station.<\/p>\n
Where are you, Lurie? Goutflame\u2019s Eco-Grid is failing. We can\u2019t stay here any longer. I won\u2019t be able to write you. <\/p>\n
Look \u2013 I\u2019m coming, alright? They\u2019re shipping us out and I\u2019ll start making my way to you. It will be a few weeks for me to get to Rilltide, but I\u2019m coming. I promise. Please hold on.<\/p>\n
Please be there.<\/p>\n
I love you, Sis,
\nTavis<\/p>\n
Sean is a graduate of the Stonecoast MFA. His work has appeared in Daily Science Fiction and is forthcoming from Betwixt, and Apex Magazine. When not writing, he works in the social services field in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. You can find him (occasionally) on twitter @Kesterian<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To: Tavis Kysiene Systems Manager I Goutflame Station From: Lurie Kysiene Welder III Rilltide Station Tav, Did you know that at Rilltide, there are six names for mold? It all depends on what the color is and where you find it. Today we were scrubbing green slime from a bank of failed oxyinators. They call …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4377,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,1347],"tags":[1348],"class_list":["post-28324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-tcl-16-summer-2015","tag-the-colored-lens-16-summer-2015","entry entry-center"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4377"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=28324"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":139566,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28324\/revisions\/139566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=28324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=28324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thecoloredlens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=28324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}