She's about to speak, but gets interrupted by the cell's Alexa. "Shu!" it shrills. "2231 Shu J! Room 101!"
-Shu appears to be a young Asian wom—no, you can't see her—their—pronoun badge at this angle. That kind of sexist perception, detectable through facial-expression microanalysis, is why I'm here.
+Shu appears to be a young Asian wom—no, you can't see her—their—pronoun badge at this angle. That kind of cisnormative perception, detectable through facial-expression microanalysis, is why I'm here.
Well, that and the blog. On reflection, probably mostly the blog.
-"No!" screams Shu. "I know I've benefitted from white privilege, but you can't—" A cold-faced young officer enters, a black man. A decade ago, I wouldn't have made a call on his ancestry—possibly white with a slight tan—but in the current year, I can tell by the black trim on his blue _HE/HIM_ badge. Shu puts up a struggle, but is hopelessly outmatched and easily subdued; men are much stronger than wo—the officer is much stronger than Shu. As they leave, I catch sight of Shu's green _THEY/THEM_ badge.
+"No!" screams Shu. "I know I've benefitted from white privilege, but you can't—" A cold-faced young officer enters, a black man. A decade ago, I wouldn't have made a call on his race—possibly white with a slight tan—but in the current year, I can tell by the black trim on his blue _HE/HIM_ badge. Shu puts up a struggle, but is hopelessly outmatched and easily subdued; men are much stronger than wo—the officer is much stronger than Shu. As they leave, I catch sight of Shu's green _THEY/THEM_ badge.
"So," says my insufficiently-requited love. "What do you suppose is in Room 101?"