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Friday Livestream 05/19/2023 - Two Books-One Story - Transformers Earthspark Announcement -Kaiju No 8

 Friday Livestream 05/19/2023 - Two Books-One Story - Transformers Earthspark Announcement -Kaiju No 8
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Transformers: EarthSpark Final Episodes of Season One Announcement - Waiting on the Beast!

Transformers: EarthSpark Final Episodes of Season One Announcement - Waiting on the Beast!
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#TFES #Starscream #Malto #Megatron #OptimusPrime

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Humans are Weird - Putting it Off

 Humans are Weird – Putting it Off


Taps-a-lot gave a happy surge forward as he swam towards the exit portal of the campus flow system. His physics class had ran long, not that there was anything particularly difficult about the hydrodynamics questions in play, they had all been almost amusingly simple, but the Shatar professor had taken the time to explain why they were so very difficult to Shatar and human brains. The concept of a mind that literally processed hydrodynamics via a hydrodynamic system of internal fluids, having trouble with hydrodynamic physics problems had been perhaps a little too humorous to the gathered undulates and Taps-a-lot was afraid that they had shown their amused wriggles a bit too much. The effort of holding them in had left at least Taps-a-lot with a significant amount of not-unpleasant energy to burn after class. So when his leading appendages had a good grasp on the tunnel ridge in front of him he thrust down and tossed himself up into the current to vigorously swim.
Adding to his delighted mood, he had a social engagement arranged with Human Friend Ryan for the afternoon. They were simply going to ‘hang out’ in Ryan’s apartment and ‘chill’. Human Friend Ryan being a fairly gregarious sort, had long ago installed a lovely little hydration pool with a little ecosystem of plants and algae. Taps-a-lot had never yet had a chance to soak in it and he was looking forward to it with positive giddiness.
He soon found himself at the exit portal and eagerly pulled himself up onto the dry floor of the corridor of the human living quarters. He felt the texture of the floor thoughtfully and set off shuffling in the direction of Human Friend Ryan’s apartment. Finding the door marked with a stylized form of the human’s family name he reared up against the door and drummed his gripping appendages against it. An indistinct human shout came from the other side and the floor vibrated as Human Friend Ryan came to the door.
“Come on in!” Human Friend Ryan called out as the door slid open. “Pop into the pool if you like. I’m just about to take a shower.”
Taps-a-lot returned the audio greeting, but was instantly distracted by Human Friend Ryan’s appearance. The human had stripped off his outer layers of protective insulation and was only wearing a loose covering around his core. The shed layers were laying in a rather comfortable looking pile against the door that led to the human’s cleansing chamber. Taps-a-lot noted that the shed layers were rather coated in flaking layers of algae and mud, and wondered if that had something to do with the flickering colors of annoyance that speckled Human Friend Ryan’s skin. Taps-a-lot shuffled over to the pool that was set at a convenient height beside the human couch. Instead of dropping in however Taps-a-lot watched Human Friend Ryan curiously.
Despite his stated intention the human walked over to the pile of his discarded clothes, scooped them up, and then tossed them in a container holding other soiled garments. Then the human paused in the middle of the room and waked over to an active work terminal. He bent over it and did something, from the tone of the devices response he was sending a message. Then the human walked over to the pool and Taps-a-lot perked up in interest.
“Gotta dead head these regularly,” the human observed as his fingers removed several spend flowering branches from the plant.
That done the human paused and seemed to almost relax while standing there. His eyes ceased moving and Human Friend Ryan simply stood there, swaying minutely from side to side as humans did. Taps-a-lot noted with concern that the agitation display was increasing and with a startled realization he recognized it. That was the pattern that human colors displayed when they were avoiding something unpleasant. He had seen similar patterns on Human Friend Ryan when the human had been forced to walk through a particularly opaque and biota-rich chest-deep section of water.
“Human Friend Ryan!” Taps-a-lot burst out in audio tones, feeling an absent pride that he had managed to remember to add implications of surprise. “Do you not-” Taps-a-lot realized too late that he didn’t know the word to indicate the future tense of enjoy, “want to take a shower?”
Human Friend Ryan stiffened and then covered his face with one, wide-splayed hand and emitted a long, low sound that Taps-a-lot was almost certain contained no words.
“No, no,” Human Friend Ryan said. “I do – it is! I just-”
The human gave up on audio-speech and flung up his hands in a much more understandable gesture of, “It’s much too complex to explain when I am in this state of agitation.”
“Shower!” Human Friend Ryan announced with words.
“I will go that way to do the thing,” his appendages announced, as the agitation showing in his colors coalesced into a far calmer determination.
Whereupon the human followed his gestures and stalked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The sound of the rapid, high-temperature water flow preferred by humans started and Taps-a-lot let his appendages idly examine the plants for more buds that needed dead-heading as he mulled over the strange behavior. So far as he knew the humans universally agreed that the high-temperature water-based cleansing they preferred was enjoyable. Human Friend Ryan often spoke of a ‘nice hot shower’ with what Taps-a-lot assumed were longing tones when they had been out recreating in the pools too long. The Undulate pondered if something, some unpleasant incident had occurred to alter the human’s feelings towards the action. However as he ran out of plant buds to examine and Human Friend Ryan lingered in the enforced privacy of his shower, Taps-a-lot decided he had to reject that idea. Soft stains of human music mingled with the flow of the water and there was no questioning the enjoyment they indicated. Then the singing stopped and only the steady flow of water continued. The humidity capacity of the small cleansing room was reached the Taps-a-lot heard the vents activate as they captured the airborne water droplets and cycled them back into the water system.
Taps-a-lot was almost concerned about Human Friend Ryan when the human staggered out of the bathroom wearing a fresh layer of the light core protecting clothes and tossed his dirty ones into the container with the rest of the layers. The human’s stripes were vibrant with contrast and the light they emitted was refracting through the lingering droplets of water that clung to him. His whole body was held in a more relaxed posture, radiating contentment, and just the slightest regret. Human Friend Ryan had clearly not wanted to leave the shower even though he had spent well past four times the recommend amount of time in it.
Taps-a-lot waited for his friend to drop his mass onto the couch before speaking the carefully considered question.
“Human Friend Ryan,” he began, “you do enjoy showers, don’t you?”
Human Friend Ryan turned his head towards the Undulate, his face wrinkled with surprise and his strips glowing with thought.
“One of the best parts of the day,” the human assured him. “Why do you ask?”
“You did not appear quite enthusiastic to begin the process,” Taps-a-lot observed.
Human Friend Ryan suddenly went utterly slack in the face and his colors gave that adorable ripple they did when you confronted a human with some little bit of trivia they didn’t understand. Then his mind seized on the question and his body positioned to say.
“I am considering your words,” head tilted to about a thirty degree angle relative to the main line of his core, lips and eyes slightly compressed.
“I do like showers,” Human Friend Ryan said slowly. “I really do, but I guess...sometimes, right before I take the shower…”
The human emitted a low sound, mostly breath with only a little voice that, while not a word, was supposed to indicate confusion over the topic under consideration.
“I don’t know,” the human admitted, “there is this weird sort of, activation energy required I guess? If I’m not to tired I don’t notice it, but if I’m hot and tired, and sticky, part of me just wants to sit here and not bother with a shower.”
“So when you need the cleansing the most,” Taps-a-lot observed slowly. “Your thoughts reject it.”
“Yeah,” Human Friend Ryan confirmed, “weird.”
His face creased into a brief frown of annoyance, then smoothed out. His whole body shifted in the way that meant, “that is a very perplexing matter but not one I wish to dedicate thought to.”
He reached under to the climate controlled storage areas, at convenient Undulate level under the couch and pulled out two canisters.
“Want one of those weird local juices?” Human Friend Ryan asked.  

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Flying Sparks - Chapter 1 Draft Version 05/2023

 Chapter 1Morning light filtered through the canopy of thick evergreen branches and fell flickering to the moss and lichens below. There was little sound in the deep wood and the silence was slowly seeping into the mind of the youth who fled through the trees. Selfish, greedy. The words beat harshly against the inside or his skull as the youth ran headlong down the dim trail. He knew there was no escaping them as the syllables kept a steady tempo with the soft smack of his sneakers on the thick blanket of fir needles, but the forest always seemed to have the power to quiet the voice at least.
Suddenly the youth burst out of the deep shade and caught himself on the branch of a fir trunk. Before him the forest fell down a granite cliff and spread out in grand panorama, rank upon rank of forested hills and snow clad mountains. Dense, temperate rain forest stretched out, filling the valleys with the patchwork of untouched trees and timberland in various states of logging and re-growth. He leaned back against the moss covered snag and panted heavily, letting the magnificence fill his senses, leaving no room in him for anything else. A small part of his mind whispered that something was wrong about the feel of the decaying tree against his back but he banished it along with the rest of the voices, everything was wrong, that was why he came out here.
Once the youth had caught his breath he stepped out into the hot sun and shook out his sweat damp auburn hair. Though the thatch was cropped short it still refused most attempts to tame it. Wide set eyes whose color almost reflected the forest below were placed over a large nose that somehow just managed to balance his features. A wide expressive mouth served as the base of the mug. His shoulders were wide enough to suggest he was no stranger to hard work and his rough hands confirmed this, despite the fact that his frame still wore the awkward lankiness of multiple growth spurts.
Shaking out his limbs the youth started running again. He reentered the dense forest where a fallen tree had cleared a path and darted nimbly along the trunk. Laser focus on the path ahead of his feet made his footing sure, and ensured he failed to notice the snag he had leaned against silently collapse in on itself, shedding moss and insects as it flowed slowly into a rounded lump on the forest floor.
The path slanted down and for all that gravity was on his side, the return journey was always harder; requiring more attention to keep from charging headlong into cracked boulders and ragged branches. The animal trail widened as it joined a groomed hiking path and he let himself speed up. Spotting a particular leaning maple, he cut to the side and transferred the raw speed of the path into long leaps through the thick undergrowth. Just where the trees ended he slammed to a stop against the side of a freshly painted, red wooden barn.
Sun thinned paint sill protected the old siding from the elements, allowing the grain of the wood to dig into rough palms. Drake leaned against the wall gasping for breath. When he had regained his composure he slid his fingers into a seam in the wall and pulled. A panel swung open and he reached into a square hole and pulled a worn but clean rag out of a pile of cloth. He dried his sweaty hands and face and then exchanged his running shoes for a pair of soft moccasins. That done he sealed the compartment and trotted around to a door set in the front of the barn.
The interior corridor of the barn stretched before him, dim with the morning light filtering down through high windows. Just ahead a bold red pickup sporting more than a few decades of rust sat on cinder blocks surrounded by various tools of repair. Two rows of stalls that had once housed mule teams had been framed into individual rooms. A few of the newly added doors had been decorated with childish drawings and dotted with stickers, but for the most part they, and the rough hardwood walls that surrounded them were covered in posters displaying galaxies, the mysterious interior workings of trees, and the human body with its various layers revealed.
The youth let his hand trail along the wall and flicked a few switches as he passed the cracked and stained control panel. Seemingly satisfied with the results he headed for the last door in the row. It opened to a wide expanse of tile that his sister called pink-puke and his cousin called rose. Against the far wall a shower head was set over cracked and pitted bear claw bathtub. The flimsy modern shower curtain that ringed the tub looked pitifully incapable of containing the powerful spray of hot water that gushed out of the shower head when the youth turned the brass handles, and a small stream ran across the tiles to a drain that was just off center in the floor. One quick scrub down later the youth was brushing his teeth in front of an antique mirror that blotched his reflection where it needed reslivering. Drake Awigwa McCarty spat into the chipped enamel of the sink and gave his head one final rub with the towel before he stepped out into the main corridor.
“Donny! Em! Wake up!” He bellowed into an overhead vent before tossing the towel through another door.
He had swapped his running clothes for only slightly dirty jeans and a clean white tee and padded in his bare feet down the central aisle. His rough fist came up to pound on two of the doors in order but no response came from within. Shrugging he strolled over to the pantry and grabbed an apple. Then he jumped up into the pickup and stretched out in the roomy cab. Taking a bite out of the apple he leaned an elbow on the horn. The blast of sound that filled the barn shook dust down from the rafters.
A door bearing a hand scrawled “Do Not Enter” sign burst open and a plump bundle of rage came shrieking out. Drake gave a smug grin and very deliberately stretched his arms out to lock the doors of the truck. The boy who had exploded from the bedroom rushed the battered rig and assaulted the faded red paint for a few moments with pounding fists. The youth inside simply let the display of temper expend itself. A second door opened and a sleepy face poked out.
“Em? Are those more restricted access words?” the blue eyed boy asked curiously rubbing one eye.
The still hissing child abandoned the pickup and stalked towards the bathroom and the youth in the truck let off the horn.
“Yes they are!” spat out Em. “So don’t you dare repeat them to your sister.”
Donny flinched at the venom but nodded, watching Em stalk to the door with a flourish. Their two faces were similar in shape and form, but their complexions offered a stark contrast. Donny, who now stepped out into the main area was slight and Celtic pink, with a head that was only a few days grown out from a severe cropping but was still clearly bright ginger. Em was heavy set and tended to nearly black hair and pasty white skin. Their eyes shared the same shade of blue, but Em’s flashed where Donny’s only watched..
“Where’s breakfast?” came a shout from the bathroom.
“Lunch is whatever you make it,” replied Drake as he let himself out of the truck.
The round dark head popped out of the bathroom with a pout.
“You are going to make a twelve year old and a nine year old get their own meals?” Em whined.
“Yes.” Drake replied in a flat tone.
“You really should be reported to child protective services. You know that?” Em snapped petulantly.
The dark head disappeared back into the washroom unknowing or uncaring of the sharp and worried glances passed between the two brothers. Donny walked nervously up to Drake and wrapped thin arms around his waist.
“Did he really mean that Drake?” Donny asked.
“No Donny, he was just joking,” Drake replied with a scowl at the bathroom door.
“But why would he joke about something like that?” Donny asked.
“Because little bro,” Drake said with a tight tone. “some people just don’t take anything seriously. Now go get yourself something to eat while Sir Primps-a-lot makes himself presentable.”
He gave the narrow shoulders a friendly smack and the child trotted off towards the stairs.
Drake stretched again and moved down the corridor to the large open space that served as a combination living room, dining room, rumpus room, work room, and whatever else they needed it for. What had once been the main parking area for farm equipment was now filled with leather couches that looked like a deranged naturalist had tried do document comparative rodent tooth size in their materials, an old pool table that stood on legs that had been sanded down in a futile effort to hide bite marks, a battered ping pong setup, and three small, tarp-covered objects with vaguely car like shapes. The various paraphernalia of childhood were scattered around; from stuffed animals on the worn couches to haphazard papier-mâché solar systems hanging from the rafters. Centered in the room was an ancient and creased cedar log, ten feet in diameter at the base where a tangle of gnarled roots gripped the concrete floor. The top of the pillar met and supported the central beam in the dusty rafters. Next to its base stood an antique handcrafted woodstove, dormant for the summer and a circle of mismatched overstuffed chairs.
Drake reached a battered old hardwood table and began sorting the piles of textbooks and papers that covered it. Sounds of running water and annoyed voices told the story of what was going on behind him but he gave no reaction. By the time the two younger children came out he was sitting in front of a thick algebra tome working away. He pointed mutely at two other piles he had made. Donny only nodded and sat but Em gave a groan and flopped into a chair.
“Schoolwork on a Sunday? Seriously?” Em nearly howled.
“Just the homework you didn’t get done during the week,” Drake replied without looking up. “I’m doing mine too.”
“It’s all homework,” Em pouted. “Why can’t I just do it tomorrow?”
“Never put off till tomorrow what you could get done today.” Drake said in a bland tone.
“What is that? Some kind of Proverb?” the boy sneered putting a fist on his hip.
“Nope,” Drake answered, pointing to the papers, “it’s the extra assignment your attitude just earned you; in your best handwriting, on calligraphy paper, tastefully illustrated, and due before sundown.”
“What?” Em squealed indignantly.
Drake quietly raised his eyes and locked gazes with his cousin. Em held for one defiant moment then snorted and stomped over to begin his work. The steady sound of scratching filled the room as the sun crawled across the skylights.



***



Miles away through the dense forest a tree was walking. A glossy, black crow eyed the apparition curiously and ruffled its feathers, preparing to set up the racket that would summon both its brothers and their kin in the area to alert to forest to the strangeness. Before it could however a soft music began to pulse out from the oddity. The waves of sound washed soothingly over the bird and the iridescent feathers settled back as the crow resumed its hunt for food. The music changed notes, announcing pleasure that the distraction had worked as the creature wearing branches continued its slow movements.


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Kaiju No. 8 - Kaiju No. 9s Love and Lies - Did He Even Understand that He Was Lying to Her

 Kaiju No. 8 - Kaiju No. 9s Love and Lies - Did He Even Understand that He Was Lying to Her
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#ShonenJump #KN8 #KN9 #Shinomiya #KN15

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Humans are Weird - Peek a Boo

 Humans are Weird – Peek a Boo


“Hu’y up Mummy!” a very small human voice wailed from the corridor. “We’e gonna be late!”
Quilx’tch stilled his paws over the report on fruit pies he was typing out and felt his fur prickle in interest.
A rolling human laugh interrupted the odd voice.
“They aren’t opening the gates for another hour Susie,” the deeper and more powerful adult voice responded.
“We need to get a good spot!” the first voice wailed. “I’m itty-bitty!”
“Uncle Bergy will hold you up,” the adult responded.
With a delighted start Quilx’tch leapt from his perch and darted to the door. He jumped out onto the platform outside his door and his speculation was confirmed. There, bundled up in so many layers of thermal insulation it was hardly recognizable as a human were it not for its size, was a child. Susie was a feminine name Quilx’tch mused as he trotted along the spiderwalk, so a girl child.
The little one – itty-bitty only by human standards – was dancing in place and staring in at one of the massive human doors which was partly open.
“Just let Mommy get her boots on,” came the mature human voice from within.
With a thrill of delight Quilx’tch recognized the voice of the new agricultural assistant, Human Friend Mary. They had met and socialized on several different occasions, giving Quilx’tch a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to her offspring. He came forward with more confidence and waved his primary appendages vigorously in the air.
“Hello small human!” he called out.
The little human, Susie, stopped dancing and turned her head from side to side, her eyes darting around.
“Up here!” Quilx’tch called out.
Her binocular eyes flicked up and her face spread into a broad grin. Instead of a formal human greeting she raised her insulated arms and waved them both back at him. \
“Hello T’isk Fwiend!” She called out. “Who’a you?”
“I am Trisk Friend Quilx’tch,” he said watching her motion with delight.
Where an adult human swayed slowly, like an old growth tree in a gentle wind, this young one darted about in an almost Trisk manner, her short legs tapping up and down on the ground rapidly even by human standards.
“I am Human Fwiend Susie!” the child declared bouncing in one place.
However at that moment Human Friend Mary came out and scooped up her daughter with a laugh at her antics. The adult’s eyes traced her daughters gaze in that disconcerting way that humans had of knowing where you were looking and she smiled at Quil’tch.
“Trisk Friend Quil’tch,” she dipped her chin at him in a human greeting. “Are you coming to watch the release?”
“What is the releases?” Quilx’tch asked, his fur bristling eagerly.
The human paused an almost polite four seconds as she adjusted her offspring on her hip.
“Oh that’s right,” she said. “This is the first time you have been here for this.”
Her child adjusted she held out an inviting hand.
“It’s worth seeing,” she said. “Want to perch on my hat?”
“Will there be other Trisk at this event?” Quilx’tch asked caution warring with interest.
That was usually a sure way to judge the safety.
Human Friend Mary bobbed her head with a smile.
“Oh yes,” she said. “The base’s lead nutritionist never misses it as its so tied to food production rituals.”
Quilx’tch gave an affirmative response and darted in to put on his insulating layers while Human Friend Susie chanted something about legs going up and down and in and out. Once he was warmly dressed he darted back out and scampered up the arm that Human Friend Mary offered. He settled on top of her very comfortable hat and peeped over the edge at Human Friend Susie. The tiny human flashed a grin at him and he noted with interest that she had only as many teeth showing as he had legs in the brief moment before she tucked her face against her mother’s side.
With a surge of delight Quilx’tch realized he knew this game. He had played it with his younger siblings when they were still small enough to be carried by their mother. He waited until she angled her head to grin up at him, and then quickly covered his primary eyes with his paws.
Human Friend Susie gave a squeal that he hopped rather than knew was one of equal delight, and the low chuckle from her mother confirmed it. Quilx’tch lowered his paws and Human Friend Susie clapped her insulated hands together. They continued the game until Human Friend Mary stopped walking and shifted her child around to a large fence.
“Here we are!” she called out. “Right on time!”
Quilx’tch angled around to continue the game with Human Friend Susie, and absently absorbed the situation. The fence was a temporary erection of the kind used to direct the movements of the large quadrupeds the humans were attempting to domesticate. It began at the side of the massive barns the humans were using to house the gurgles for the long winter. Despite the general warming trend of the spring, patches of snow still sat under every shadowy place. However the mass of what the humans called pasture land were clear and the new growth of groundcover was sending up its fibrous stalks already higher than three Trisk.
The humans around him grew hushed and attentive, indicating the advent of something, but Quilx’tch had just established a pattern with Human Friend Susie and was covering his primary eyes when the doors to the building rolled open with a rumble of damaged bearings and Human Friend Freddy emerged riding on the back of the largest gurgle. The crowd around him broke out into cheering and Human Friend Susie’s attention turned to the herd of gurgles as they lumbered out of the building after Human Friend Freddy and their leader.
Their four, forward facing eyes blinked slowly in the pale spring sun, and the tendrils that surrounded their short necks and stout tails wriggled out of their long winter fur. Quilx’tch watched the humans with far more interest than the beasts. As the gurgles eased their wide footpads onto the soft ground the humans’ cheer faded into expectant silence. The silence stretched out until the smallest gurgle finally processed the open ground and available food and lifted its legs in a delighted prance. The humans gave a collective cheer that broke into whoops and excited shuffling as the rest of the gurgle herd began to join the smaller one. Ragged cheering broke out as more and more of the gurgles began to frisk about, even the old matriarch carrying Human Friend Freddy began to bound a bit.
“You came out to share their delight,” Quilx’tch observed as he watched Human Friend Susie clapping her hands together and laughing.
His perch swayed a bit as Human Friend Mary mimicked the movement of the gurgles. Quilx’tch felt himself getting swept up in the weave of the community and allowed his own legs to dance up and down a bit. He felt when the wave of delight crested and the humans began to slowly disperse from the wave of the moment into smaller clusters, chatting and laughing, showing each other the holo clips they had captured in attempts to perverse the delight of the moment.
“Quixs!” Human Friend Susie, with her yet undeveloped attention span waved to get his attention.
She grinned up at him, and tucked her eyes back into her mother’s chest.
Quilx’tch readjusted his perch to oblige her in another game, sharing delight with domestic animals might be a seasonal celebration for humans, but he found sharing the delight of an itty-bitty human far more engaging.
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Humans are Weird - Wriggles

 Humans are Weird – Wriggles


“Is it really safe to be this close to the fringe of the canopy First Grandfather?” Fifteenth Aunt asked, her antenna flicking nervously towards where First Daughter and Human Second Cousin Betty were frolicking ahead of them.
“The sunlight is very weak this early in the morning,” First Grandfather said with an amused twitch of his psudo-frill. “I have applied a mineral radiation shield to First Daughter and Second Cousin Betty will not need the radiation shield for hours. Also, I do not think that First Daughter is young enough to bolt out from under the canopy.”
“What if she follows her human friend?” Fifteenth Aunt asked.
There was a sudden delighted gasp from the small human and the two mature Shatar turned their attention to where she had folded her stocky body down over the gnarled roots of a tree. First Daughter scampered up to her and her fill flushed with delighted fascination.
“What have you found little ones?” First Grandfather called out sensing Fifteenth Aunt’s growing trepidation.
“It’s green!” Second Cousin Betty announced, bouncing to her feet and pointing down at where First Daughter was gently prodding something with a stick.
“No it’s not!” First Daughter protested absently. “It’s all stripey, and tstk.”
“What’s tstk?” Second Cousin Betty demanded, clicking out the Shatar word very well.
First Grandfather walked up and clicked in approval, more to sooth Fifteenth Aunt’s worries than to communicate with the children. What had fascinated the little ones was a reproductive outgrowth of the forest’s fungal system. It was very strikingly colorful and he was not at all surprised that it had captivated their attention. To his eyes it was very tstk, gleaming with the colors of reproductive vigor. He strung a mental line to ask if humans had the proper eyes to see tstk.
The debate over the color was starting to grow a bit heated and he could tell that Fifteenth Aunt was about to interfere, but they were all distracted by a sharp, high pitched sound from the direction of the beach. Second Cousin Betty suddenly stiffened and her pheromone profile flushed with delight.
“Daddy!” she called out and bolted towards the sound.
First Daughter sprang to her feet and followed her.
“Second Cousin Betty!” First Grandfather snapped out. “Stop now!”
The little one staggered to a halt and then paused, bouncing on her toes, her face twitching with effort at restraining herself. First Daughter paused and titled her triangular head at him with a perplexed look.
“What is you father doing out so early this morning?” First Grandfather asked as his slower steps caught up with Second Cousin Betty. “His normal duties do not begin for nearly an hour.”
The child’s face wrinkled comically as she pondered this.
“He’s probably training Wriggles on the beach,” she said, her face lighting up.
“And how far down from here is the beach?” First Grandfather asked.
“It’s way down-oh!” Second Cousin Betty’s eyes widened as she recalled the steep, sandstone cliffs that dropped down abruptly from the forest to the beach.
Her expression fell into disappointment.
“We won’t be able to get down here,” she said sadly.
“Maybe we can wave to him from the edge of the cliff?” First Daughter suggested, scampering up and curling a sympathetic antenna down the side of Second Cousin Betty’s face.
“You might have run off the edge of the cliff!” burst out Fifteenth Aunt.
First Daughter’s frill stiffened in horrified shock and Second Cousin Betty’s face went slack. First Grandfather took a deep breath and silence Fifteenth Aunt with a stern glance.
“But you did not,” he said firmly. “You stopped when I told you too. Now, First Daughter, that is a very good idea. We will walk to the edge of the canopy and see what the solar radiation levels are this fine morning.”
The little ones set out carefully in the direction the sound had come from, following the twisting trails. Second Cousin Betty instinctively took the lead and was clearly being mindful not to let the branches of the lower brush they encountered as they neared the fringes of the canopy snap back and strike First Daughter. The reached the end of the natural shelter and the little ones bent over First Daughters wrist mounted solaromoter.
“It’s two!” Second Cousin Betty announced, grasping First Daughter’s arm and lifting it up to show the readout to First Grandfather.
“Then it is safe for you to leave the canopy,” he confirmed.
First Daughter gave a delighted click and the two little ones scampered forward.
“Don’t get too close!” Fifteenth Aunt called out.
“Let them be,” First Grandfather said with a gentle pat on her arm. “They will not come to harm.”
They stopped a respectful distance from the edge of the cliff and Second Cousin Betty started waving her head vigorously above her head.
“He is training Wriggles,” First Daughter confirmed when First Grandfather and Fifteenth Aunt came up to them.
Sure enough, the human First Father was out on the sand on the edge of the surf with the human hive’s newly imported seal snake. The creature was half again as long as the human, but only as thick as the lower section of the human’s leg. Wriggles lived up to his name as the creature shimmied across the sand towards Human First Father with a piece of driftwood in its mouth.
“Daddy!” Second Cousin Betty bellowed out, her hands cupped to her mouth to direct the sound.
“I think he is too far away to hear you,” First Daughter observed.
“Yeah,” Second Cousin Betty said, her broad shoulders drooping in disappointment.
First Grandfather was about to attempt to distract her when Fifteenth Aunt spoke up.
“Can you tell me what your First Father is doing?” she asked, her antenna poised in a very deliberate angel of curiosity.
First Grandfather gave her a look of approval.
“He’s teaching Wriggles to fetch,” Second Cousin Betty said, instantly perking up. “Seal-snakes are way friendly, but you gotta train them to come when you call or they can do stupid stuff!”
“Like little humans,” Fifteenth Aunt said with a dry click to her voice.
First Grandfather fought down both the urge to scold her, and the urge to chitter in amusement.
“Nu-uh,” Second Cousin Betty said, shaking her head with perfect aplomb, “little humans don’t do stupid things like little seal-snakes do.”
First Daughter tilted her head a bit skeptically and cast her gaze over at the cliff.
“Is that so?” Fifteenth Aunt asked.
“Sometimes,” Second Cousin Betty said, her voice dropping in tone as her face creased into what for a human was a very serious expression, “sometimes Wriggles bolts out the door and heads right for the beach! He’s supposed to be in like, coral and stuff where he can grab on. The waves on the sand would just-”
She waved her hands around with wordless exclamations, presumably in demonstration of what the waves would do to the limbless Wriggles. Suddenly her head snapped back toward the forest and her face lit with delight.
“There’s a gimungus one of those green things!” she exclaimed, bolting towards the trees, First Daughter following after her.

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Humans are Weird - Tooth Poke

 Humans are Weird – Tooth Poke


Forty-fifth Click fluttered into the general recreation area, utterly exhausted and glanced around for a friendly perch. The majority of the humans were still just staggering into the room themselves and their bodies were radiating waves of heat. Even if they were in the mood for a companionable snuggle getting too close to them before they cooled down would no doubt smother him.
Forty-fifth Click idly hovered in the air, rotating his awareness around the massive space. Of course he could always just flutter up to one of the cooling perches by the vents. More than a few of his wing were already hanging limp with wings extended, letting the ambient flow of air from the room steel away the heat of the day gathered in their joints. The retaliative solitude of that just didn’t appeal to him somehow.
An odd crunching sound made his ears twitch and he glanced over to the cold fireplace surrounded by human couches. Sargent Holt was sitting with one leg propped up, the extremity of the trunk-like limb swathed in bandages. Forty-fifth Click gave a happy chirp and glided down to the human. He took a deep breath and forced his voice down into the booming tones necessary to communicate with most mature humans.
“Sargent Holt!” He called out. “Would you care for a companion?”
The human glanced around in confusion for a moment and Forty-fifth Click waited impatiently for the massive mammal’s attention to shift. The regulation books were very, very clear about not landing on a human without their awareness. Eventually Sargent Holt located him and flashed his teeth in a grin.
“Sure!” the human said. “And which little cactus-biter are you?”
“I am Forty-fifth Click,” he replied, feeling more than a touch offended.
Not nearly offended enough to pass up a perch on the cool shoulder of the stationary human’s uniform. Forty-fifth Click dug his talons into the sturdy material of the uniform’s shoulder with a contented sigh and fluffed his fur out in preparation for a good groom. It was rather annoying that human teeth and talons were so useless for mutual grooming. Forty-fifth Click had seen human talons that tapered to useful points, extending long past the blunt tips of their digits, but he eyes Sargent Holt’s rough, short talons with a regretful sigh.
Sargent Holt turned his attention back to the main screen, which was displaying some Shatar program. A First Grandfather was overseeing a competition of some sort related to getting a vine species to produce the most cover in a low light environment. It was mildly interesting to Forty-fifth Click but Sargent Holt seemed fascinated from the way his bifocal eyes locked onto the screen. Forty-fifth Click was more interested in what Sargent Holt was doing with his hands. The massive appendages were resting beside Holt’s main mass, a perfectly reasonable distance away given the ambient heat even in the recreation area. That aspect made perfect sense. Then, at some indefinable signal his larger, dominant hand would rise at an impossibly slow rate and creep towards a large bowl that was sitting beside the human. Meanwhile the human’s eyes remained fixed on the competition on the screen. The hand would brush the side of the bowl, correct vectors at the touch, and then angle into the bowl to painfully slowly grasp a small number of detonated grain kernels in the very tips of the fingers. With the same slow movements Sargent Holt would raise the kernels to his mouth and insert them into the gaping cavity. Then his jaw would compress, causing the crunching sound that had first attracted Forty-fifth Click’s attention.
It was fascinating. Forty-fifth Click never took his eyes or ears off the behavior even as he fluffed his fur, picked the grit out from under his talons, and carefully transferred oils from his fur to his dry wings. Sometime around when his wings were about half done Forty-fifth Click noted a change in the pattern. There was a time break between kernel collection and Sargent Holt seemed to be prodding at his teeth with his thick tongue by the way his cheeks bulged. This continued across several kernel collection cycles and Forty-fifth Click watched with growing fascination as the humans expression grew more concerned. Eventually the human ceased collecting new kernels and thrust a finger, not the longest one, into his mouth as if attempting to find something.
Finished with his own groom Forty-fifth Click focused on the human.
“Are you in distress Sargent Holt?” he asked.
“Nah,” the human muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen, even as his finger probed at his teeth. “Not really, just got a bee’s wing stuck in my teeth and can’t get it out.”
“I will assist!” Forty-fifth Click asserted, feeling a thermal of benevolence.
The human didn’t respond. They were rather slow when resting, Forty-fifth Click mused as he darted up to Sargent Holt’s chin and stuck his head into the cavernous mouth. All thirty-two of the pillar like teeth were even spaced and the tongue pressed down to give him room. Although Sargent Holt was making an odd noise from the fleshy folds as the back of his throat Forty-fifth Click ignored it. He spotted the trapped kernel element, a thin, translucent membrane that had slipped between the human’s gums and his tooth Forty-fifth Click winced in sympathy. That had to be uncomfortable. He slipped a winghook in beside his head and quickly removed the amber membrane. He popped out of the human’s mouth and held it up triumphantly.
To his shock Sargent Holt jerked his head back and swatted him away from his face. Forty-fifth Click took to the are and watched with confusion as the human pawed at his extended tongue while cursing fluently. Unease settled with the dampness that had collected on Forty-fifth Click’s horns from the human’s mouth. Sargent Holt stopped pawing at his tongue and glared up at Forty-fifth Click.
“What the flying-” the human visible cut himself off. “What was that?”
Forty-fifth Click held up the small amber membrane.
“I was helping you groom,” he said.
He tried to keep the offense out of his voice. The human glared at him for a long moment and Forty-fifth Click forced himself to remain silent. Humans didn’t need quite as much time to collect themselves as the Trisk did, but when surprised, as Holt clearly was, they did prefer to be left quiet to think.
“So you climbed into my mouth?” Sargent Holt finely demanded.
“That is where the grooming need was,” Forty-fifth Click sated, and he couldn’t quite keep a defensive bite out of his voice.
What was the human’s problem?
Sargent Holt heaved a huge sigh and rubbed his hand over his face.
“Stay out of my mouth,” he said. “That’s a hard rule, got it?”
“I understand that it is a rule,” Forty-fifth Click said with cautious slowness.
The human sighed and waved him back down to his shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you when I batted you off my face?” he asked in a tired tone.
“No, you did not,” Forty-fifth Click replied as he retook his place.
The human returned his attention to the screen and grunted in reply. Forty-fifth Click perched and began cleaning his sensory horns as he pondered who would most likely have an explanation for this behavior. 

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Humans are Weird - Demon

 Humans are Weird – Demon


The low slung couch in the command office wasn’t the most comfortable perch in the base, but the general homey ambiance of the place certainly made up for it Subcommander Grist mused as he munched contentedly on a loaf of perfectly aged bread. Commander Pulp was just getting to the best of the gossip. The really fermented stuff about the breeding, or non-breeding pairs in the settlement colony. Subcommander Grist kept one ear on that while his eyes roamed contentedly over the paw-wound sheaves of grain that lined the walls in artistic patterns. The main lights were turned down to mimic the night cycle rapidly falling outside, revealing artfully placed fleck-lights glowing green in mimicry of their home world’s bio-luminescent insects. While the rest of the base needed to be comfortable for a ranger of species. This space Commander Pulp did, and could make comfortable for their own reptilian tastes.
Adding to the whiff of home was simply the friendly, non-technical conversation. It wasn’t often that SubCommander Grist and Commander Pulp had a chance to really ease down on their scutes and just grind out the mill together. The whole point of having a subcommander on an agricultural research base was so that the hybrid science-art of extracting food from alien soils could continue without pausing for sleep. Therefore their shifts were very deliberately opposed. In order to have any socialization time at all they needed to carefully schedule it. So now they sprawled, each on a reasonably comfortable perch, in a perfectly comfortable room.
“She is hardly one to talk about over guarding ones nest!” Commander Pulp was saying with relish. “Her husband-”
The comfort of the night was suddenly disturbed by a muted thump on the wall and Subcommander Grist lifted his snout, half the loaf bulging out of the side of his face. Commander Pulp stopped his story and flicked his tongue uneasily in the direction the sound had come from.
“Is there any reason for a random thump in a well populated base to be that disturbing?” he asked.
Subcommander Grist gave a groan around his loaf and gingerly extracted his teeth from it, carefully pushed it out of his mouth with his tongue, and placed in on its tray.
“Not in the least,” he said as he regretfully slipped off of his reasonably comfortable couch. “It might be any number of things. There is no reason to assume it is a problem.”
“No, no,” Commander Pulp sighed out, joining him on the floor. “You are just coming off shift and I am not a complete hatchling now. Let me.”
However Subcommander Grist still followed him out into the corridor. Another faint thump came and neither was particularly surprised when they traced it to Grime’s room. They trotted towards the humans door, it might be an emergency, but was probably not and paused uncertain if they should enter. The two sounds of movement suggested the human was awake, but they had long since learned the folly of making assumptions. Commander Pulp dropped his snout and sniffed delicately at the base of the door.
“So do we have enough evidence of a problem to invade his privacy,” Subcommander Grist mused aloud.
Commander Pulp lifted his snout with a sigh.
“We have two gas bubbles in our main guts,” he said.
Subcommander Grist was about to reply when a truly scale warping sound came from the room. It was something of a groan, something of human speech, and something of a gurgle. Commander Pulp’s eyes went back as his pupils dilated and he literally threw himself against the door. It swished open and the rushed in to find Grimes’s lanky human form contorted on his bed. His face was slack but the whites were clearly visible and his pupils were dilated. The arm under his body was thrust out towards where he was looking, and the other was behind his back against the wall. His throat contracted and he gave another of those awful sounds.
Commander Pulp rushed forward to offer what help he could to the human and Subcommander Grist darted over to the space the human was looking at. He scented the air, felt the temperature, and pawed a the wall, but there was nothing there to attract the human’s attention. Still he felt his tail twitch uneasily. This was hardly the first time someone had witnessed Grimes acting as if he could see things that they couldn’t
“-thou behind me!”
The wordless sounds of the human suddenly burst into clarity and the human sat up gasping. Commander Pulp would have been thrown to the floor had Grimes not instinctively snatched out with his free arm and pulled the commander to his scuteless chest. Subcommander Grist slowly approached the clearly stressed human, wondering when it would be polite to speak. The human’s eyes were darting around the room frantically as he clutched the commander. Commander Pulp was murmuring soft soothing grumbles and gently patting the human’s thigh with his tail.
“Where did it go?” Grimes finally demanded.
“Give me more data,” Subcommander Grist demanded, so the human had been perceiving something after all. “I wasn’t able to detect anything. What was it?”
“I,” Grimes gasped out. “I didn’t see it clearly. Shadowy-”
“That is logical,” Commander Pulp murmured. “It was very dark in this room.”
“Tall,” Grimes gasped out. “It was tall but, hunched over.”
“So it was bipedal?” Subcommander Grist demanded.
Grimes looked at him for the first time and nodded slowly. The human shifted in the bed and grasped Commander Pulp with both arms as his breathing slowed.
“Six limbs,” he muttered. “Bipedal, two arms, so long, they dragged down. Wings, dark wings. I, it had no face. I couldn’t see the face. Claws. It was hostile.”
“What hostile actions did it take?” Commander Pulp asked, his tail twitching with concern.
Subcommander Grimes understood that gesture. A hostile being loose on the base capable of hiding from at least their senses was a terrifying matter.
“It, just stood there,” Grimes breathed. “I couldn’t move. It didn’t let me move.”
“How did you know it was hostile then?” Commander Pulp asked.
“I could, I could feel it,” Grimes breathed.
The human suddenly started and glanced down at the commander. His soft mammalian skin flushed and he muttered an apology as he set the commander down on the floor.
“Subcommander Grist,” Commander Pulp said, “go alert the large predator security that we might have some sort of … psychokenetic, telepathic predator loose on the base.”
Grimes gave a weak laugh.
“It sounds,” he glanced fearfully at that spot on the wall. “It sounds crazy when you put it like that.”
Commander Pulp spun on him with a fierce glint in his eye.
“It might have been a product of your mind,” he agreed. “But I just witnessed you, wide awake and utterly paralyzed reacting to something. This at the very least bears investigation.”
The human’s face twisted up into a weak smile at that and Subcommander Grimes trotted out, fully understanding the subtext of Commander Pulp’s orders. Yes, he was going to bring Doctor Drawing into the matter, this might very well be a mental quirk of the giant mammals. However the chances that such a primal reaction as they had just witnessed was not rooted in something very real and physical were slim, more than slim enough to warrant setting the base security cameras to a wider range of detection.

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Humans are Weird - Connection

 Humans are Weird – Connection


Tss’ckckck paused at the door to the massive central socialization area, added to the base specifically with humans in mind and felt his chelicerae twitch in annoyance. Two human voices came from the central couches in smooth rumbling tones. There was a burst of laughter, and the sounds subsided into eager, if angry conversational tones again. Tss’ckckck rubbed his head with his best gripping paw and decided against confronting the humans directly. Instead he turned and headed up the old, comfortably Trisk sized corridor to the central office. Reaching the main door he pushed aside the privacymembrane and stalked in towards the smooth old officer at the desk.
“Commander,” he said in respectful tones.
Commander Chk’k was one of the most senior serving Rangers. His head was nearly smooth from loss of sensory hairs, but his eyes still sparkled with light and his chelicerae still twitched with attention. He angled his body to greet Tss’ckckck and waved a talonless paw.
“Welcome Horticulturalist!” He called out. “What brings you to my office at this time of the solar cycle? Are the night midges giving the crops troubles again.”
“No more than usual,” Tss’ckckck said with a dismissive wave after the polite six seconds. “No, I had a question about the humans.”
“And what is your question?” Commander Chk’k asked.
“Are they not diurnal?” Tss’ckckck asked, letting his legs stiffen in a subtle show of annoyance.
Commander Chk’k’s chelicerae trembled with ill concealed amusement as he shifted his datapad in front of him.
“They are,” he agreed, “for the most part.”
Tss’ckckck got the distinct feeling that he was sorting dust by sized here but went on determinedly.
“Is it not dangerous for them to remain awake and functional this late into the night cycle?” he asked.
Commander Chk’k flexed his paws in a gesture of gentle confirmation and keep his primary eyes focused on Tss’ckckck. The younger ranger girded his joints for the final question.
“Then why have you not ordered Ranger Smith and Ranger Dodge to their hammocks for the night?” Tss’ckckck asked.
Commander Chk’k gave an amused chuckle and gently shifted his datapad on the desk in front of him. Clearly he was gathering his thoughts for a detailed reply and Tss’ckckck felt a gratified glow in his abdomen. He stretched out his stepping paws in a show of comfort and patience.
“You are aware that these two humans in particular have had trouble bonding?” the old commander asked.
Tss’ckckck flexed his own paws in acknowledgment.
“They have not been hostile to each other,” Commander Chk’k said in slow musing tones, “but they have not exchanged a single word outside of purely formal communication since Ranger Dodge arrived.”
There was a long and meaningful pause.
“Until tonight at the end of the recreation shift,” Commander Chk’k finished.
The commander pulled in his paws and titled his body to the side expectantly. Tss’ckckck flexed one paw in conditional understanding.
“They were,” he hesitated as he formed the words, “they seemed agitated, not particularly amicable in their conversation.”
Commander Chk’k heaved a sigh and flexed his paws again as he pulled up some notes.
“The point of common interest they have found,” he said in amused tones. “Is an identical web of rage they share for how a certain fictional story, presented in animation, I believe they call the style? Ended a human generation and a half ago.”
Far, far longer than the socially require six seconds of thought dragged out between them as Tss’ckckck worked that into his gut. Finally he drew a deep breath into his lung.
“They are, bonding, is the human term correct?” he asked.
Commander Chk’k flexed his paws again.
“They are enjoying…” he paused, “enjoying their mutual rage?”
Commander Chk’k positively beamed at him.
“You are learning much about human reactions!” he said.
“They should probably not be disturbed,” Tss’ckckck concluded.
“No,” Commander Chk’k said as a duet of shouting began to vibrate the base.
“I think,” Tss’ckckck said slowly. “The field mites require a few more hours of observation.”
Commander Chk’k simply turned his attention back to his reports.  

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What does it mean when your human friend says “Watch This?”? Why does this simple phrase seem to terrify any alien that has first appendage experience with humans? #HFY #HumansAreWeird #HumansAreSpaceOrcs #EarthIsADeathWorld #EarthIsSpaceAustralia


Hey! The books are moving well on Amazon and now have 300 reviews and ratings! If you bought the book and enjoyed it, it would really help me out if you leave a quick star rating on Amazon. A review would be great but just stars would be a huge boost *****!
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QUICK NOTE: RE: everyone who asked. The book is avaliable in Amazon regions US-UK-DE-FR-ES-IT-NL-JP-BR-CA-MX-AU-IN. HOWEVER The above link only takes you to the US Amazon site. The one indicated by the .com ending. If it says "not avaliable in your country" that just means that you need to click over to your Amazon region.


Of course if you want a signed first edition you can email me at the email on my website and I can ship you a signed Author copy of the first edition until I run out of first run books.
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