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Humans are Weird - Poor Judgment

 Humans are Weird – Poor Judgment


The cold front that had kept all but the heartiest mammals confined to the indoors for the past several weeks had finally passed. The morning had started with a crisp frost but the local star and sent more than enough energy angling thought the upper atmosphere to melt the frost and raise the ambient temperature far enough the crystallization point of water to lure most of the inhabitants out of their warm enclosures. Notes the Passing Changes gingerly eased tendrils up towards where the best interaction pile had been before the cold snap and was pleased to find the vast majority of the biomass still in place. Perhaps it might have digested a little more and released more nutrients; it was a rather delicious mass of orchard leaves and fruit, but there was some free nutrients and more importantly it allowed a cozy nook to observe the humans interacting.
As expected, the young mated pair, Sandy and Pat, Notes the Passing Changes ran their names over memory nodes carefully, were interacting only a few meters from the observation pile. Pat was laying in the ground with his face pressed into a rolled up jacket and Sandy was kneeling on his back articulating one of his limbs. Notes the Passing Changes had just settled his light receptive tendrils as there were no leaf eyes to speak of at this time of the year when Pat let out a howl of pain. Notes the Passing Changes perked up. Human apology rituals were still a significant mystery and this would be a good chance to observe them.
“Suffer ya’ daft man!” Sandy snarled out as she gave her mate’s arm another twist. “Ya’ deserve worse!”
Pat gave a muffled groan into the rolled up coat.
Notes the Passing Changes was, even by the standards of Gathering, a rather slow reacting personality. It had also been presented that interfering in human domestic matters was not usually and advisable course. However given that this assault was happening in a public place Notes the Passing Changes decided to at least attempt an intervention. The first attempt at vocalization came out rather chaotically but it served the attention of getting Sandy’s attention. She ceased articulating Pat’s limbs and glanced around with a grin.
“Ey, Notes!” She called out. “Gettin’ some sun?”
“Don’t stop,” Pat muttered in a weak voice.
“Don’t worry,” Sandy said with a grunt, returning her attention to her mate and readjusting her grip on his limb. “I’ll do you but good.”
Notes the Passing Changes felt some relief at this and took more time to tune up functional vocal chords. Pat gave another groan as Sandy dug an elbow into his ribcage.
“What exactly are you doing to Pat?” Notes the Passing Changes asked.
“Ya ken that storm that blew through last week?” Sandy demanded.
“I recall that,” Notes the Passing Changes agreed, wondering if the question had been miss-framed.
“Dropped a bunch’a branches an’ stuff all over the paths?” she went on with a grunt.
“Yes,” Notes the Passing Changes prompted.
“Well,” she said as she released Pat’s limb and began digging her fingers into his back muscles. “This idiot slipped and sprained his shoulder.”
Pat gave a groan of pain.
“Was the slipping the result of his idiocy?” Notes the Passing Changes asked.
“Nah,” Sandy admitted. “Could’a happened to anyone. He’d ‘a been fine if he’d rested proper.”
“He did not rest proper?” Notes the passing changes asked.”
“Went out yesterday and spent the day clearing more branches,” Sandy said curtly, turning her attention to another portion of Pat’s back. “After he’d been told to rest the arm. Now he can hardly move!”
“Why did Pat do that?” Notes the Passing Changes asked curiously.
“Ask the idiot yourself!” Sandy spat.
“Pat?” Notes the Passing Changes asked.
The human heave a pained sigh.
“Felt guilty about not pulling my own weight,” he muttered.
Notes the Passing Changes digested that and Sandy began vigorously kneading at one of Pat’s muscle groups in what Notes the Passing Changes was beginning to suspect was some form of medical aid.
“Why,” Notes the Passing Changes asked, “did you knowingly take steps that would further injure yourself and extend your recovery time if you were feeling guilty about not contributing enough?”
“Cuz I’m an idiot,” Pat muttered into his coat.
Sandy heaved a sigh and slapped her mates back.
“Now be honest Patty,” she said in a rueful tone. “It was cuz ya were afraid the others would think ya weren’t pulling your own weight. Now roll over and rest on the ice-pack a bit.”
“Might of been,” Pat grudgingly admitted as he obeyed, “just a bit.”
Notes the Passing Changes settled back to digest this in the sun. At the very lest it was reassuring that there was no pair-bond disharmony to worry about. Though Pat’s behavior did still raise concerns of a different sort.
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Humans are Weird - Provocation

 Humans are Weird – Provocation


“So, those are the infamous seal-snakes,” Ranger Belts observed as he stood on his hind-paws and gripped the middle bar of the safety rail in his fore-claws.
The salt spray from the icy water tickled his nostrils and he had to force himself to keep his nostril slits open. The smell was strange, alien. Dead marine flesh was perhaps the only discernible odor and even that was different from what he was used to back home. Theoretically he should recognize the scent of the algae that covered every damp surface of the land and seabed, but even a hatchling knew that a sample in the lab wouldn’t smell the same as even the exact species in a wild environment. He blinked his inner eyelids to clear his vision and stared out at the writhing mass of golden life that had taken over what was originally meant to be this station’s primary water surface level boat dock. The air was full of their soft murmuring vocalizations.
“Yup,” Ranger Darryl stated from where he had crossed those preposterously long human fore-limbs over the topmost bar of the safety rail.
Ranger Belts leaned companionably into the mass of his partner’s thigh so he could swish his tail thoughtfully as they examined the infestation. Elder seal-snakes, their long ragged fur bright with decades of symbiotic algae growth poked out of the mass at intervals. Individual eyes open, nearly completely silver with age. Ranger Belts knew from research that their thick coils would make up most of the pile. Breeding age females, their fur glowing bright golden formed the next layer, distinguishable from the males only because of the patchiness of their fur. The sleek, smaller breeding age males writhed lazily over the top of the females in the hot noonday sun. Around the dock the water teemed with young seal snakes darting about in what any species could identify as play behavior.
“This would be downright delightful if they hadn't commandeered our dock,” Ranger Belts said ruefully. “Even with human lifting and gripping capability, loading and unloading the research equipment must be difficult with so little machinery on this world.”
“It’s a pain,” Ranger Darryl replied.
Ranger Belts waited for some exposition to this comment, but his companion seemed to have completed his reply at least to his own satisfaction. The reptilian ranger started mulling over the words but had made little progress when the human suddenly altered his position, forcing Ranger Belts to drop his own tail for balance. Above him the humans broad chest expanded and then emitted a honking hiss. Ranger Belts was trying to figure out if this was human speech, or what the human thought was reptilian speech when the dock in front of them suddenly erupted in chaos. Every one of the seal-snakes uncoiled and began writhing over the dock. The sleek young males flopped off to the side yelping. The patchy females began honk-hissing in turn and than began biting at each other with quick snatching movements. The elders raised their heads meters above the docks on long swaying stocks, honk-hissing in deep, nearly booming disapproval.
Ranger Belts glanced between the now laughing human and the chaos he had initiated on the dock. However instead of offering any explanation the human turned and strolled back up the ramp to the main laboratory. Ranger Belts licked his eyes one more time and then dropped to all fours as he followed after. Somehow, starting a seal-snake riot was amusing to the human. That was, interesting information about the sole other sapient inhabitant of this island.  

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Humans are Weird - Biscuit Recipes

 Humans are Weird – Biscuits Recipes


Embracesgladly was carefully maintaining her grip on Human Friend Maria as they moved down the corridor of the dry cave system. The lights pained on the ceiling to provide a near surface level of luminosity were just turning orange as somewhere, und upon und of solid rock above them the barren surface of the planet turned away from its harsh, near star. Again the human’s hormone profile changed, grew past the point on the gradient the Undulate had learned to recognize. Mindfully Embracesgladly loosed a gripping appendage to ‘pat’ Human Friend Maria’s main gripping appendage. Human Friend Maria returned the gesture by applying gentle pressure with the full area of her gripping surface to where it cradled Embracesgladly’s mass.
Human Friend Maria’s massive central atmosphere pumps took on a more mechanical rhythm as she shifted from passive to active control of her oxygen exchange and by the time they had reached Human Friend Maria’s habsuite, carved into the glittering granite of the world, the human’s pheromone gradient had begun to shift back into a less abnormal range. The massive mammal paused in front of her door and drew in a deep breath.
“See you tomorrow eh Hugs?” Human Friend Maria said, her voice still sounding a bit weak as it rumbled out of her chest and though the air.
“Unless you would like a sleeping companion,” Embracesgladly offered.
Human Friend Maria’s fibers stiffened and her stripes flushed with various emotions. Embracesgladly was pained to note that there wasn’t a little offense in the mix and when Human Friend Maria spoke her voice was carefully controlled into recognizably cheerful tones.
“No! I’m good. You shuffle on back to your habsuite.”
“Very well!” Embracesgladly tried to put as much cheer in her own voice. “If you need anything in the night remember your door is right beside the waterlock!”
She made a broad gesture down at the shimmering blue hatch and scrambled down Human Friend Maria’s side when the human’s usually powerful arms went limp and released her. The human maintained her stiff, upright posture until her door had opened and the massive mammal disappeared though it. However Embracesgladly felt the thump of the human slumping against the wall before dragging her massive bipedal frame towards the human sized hydration pool.
That was one perk of this world, Embracesgladly mused. There was always plentiful water of the temperature the humans thrived in. She slipped down into the wet corridor and swam slowly towards the medical pod. She pulled herself up into the rapidly darkening medical bay and spread her appendages to get her bearings.
Human Friend John lay on one of the human slabs, emitting a rhythmic sound. The absolutely massive – even for a human – mammal had been complaining of sleep issues and was no doubt here to make sure he wasn’t suffocating in the night as (supposedly) many humans did. However he was soundly asleep by the dim glow of his stripes and the bases chief medic was quietly sorting expired medical patches by an Undulate sized soaking tank the humans kept about two unds above the floor to decontaminate their hands.
“Swim over!” Medic Lurchesover waved to her.
Embracesgladly came to him and started helping with the sorting.
“How goes your personal assignment?” he asked with his dorsal appendages even as he ventral appendages continued to sort.
“It is working,” Embracesgladly responded slowly. “I do feel that I am doing her good.”
“Despite her best efforts?” Medic Lurchesover prodded gently.
“She is participating as best she can,” Embracesgladly replied quickly. “But she does resent needing help.”
“Can you sound that that is actually a common human reaction?” Medic Lurchesover demanded with a particularly wide gesture of his dorsal appendages.
“It does not seem to flow with reality,” Embracesgladly admitted as she felt the surface of a questionable patch. “I just am trying to swim towards my best efforts.”
For several companionable moments they sorted the patches while Medic Lurchesover mulled over her half request-half observation. Finally he set down his patches.
“Have you attention-attention-attention indefinitely?” he asked, emitting a rippling overtone along with the gestures.
Embracesgladly set down her own patches and absorbed his meaning in stillness for several moments.
“I am sorry,” she finally said. “I simply cannot sound how repeated attention touches is anything but a petty annoyance? Are you suggesting I overwhelm her biochemistry induces paranoia with genuine irritation adrenaline?”
Medic Lurchesover rippled with amused understanding.
“It is very confusing to us, I sound,” he gestured in soothing swoops. “You are wise to not simply try it on an emotionally compromised patient.”
“She is my friend, not my patient,” Embracesgladly corrected him. “I have no medical training.”
“Well!” Medic Lurchesover stated as he resumed his sorting. “Why don’t you go try it out on Human Friend John and see how he responds? That should clear the waters!”
Embracesgently waved a speculative appendage cluster in the direction of the massive human who had shifted from a rhythmic to a stuttering and gurgling sound profile.
“I am not a medic,” she gestured slowly, “but are there not issues of consent?”
“Oh, John waived all those consent bits to help with the training,” Medic Lurchesover replied as he dropped a torn patch into the waste bin.
“Isn’t he in the middle of a medical test?” she pressed.
“That he failed hours ago,” Medic Lurchesover said. “You’ll be doing him a favor if you wake him. Remember to do the sound now.”
Embracesgently wasn’t quite firm in the strokes of the thing, but waiving his medical consent to save time and help out did seem like something Human Friend John would do, even if it was, rather especially if it was of questionable legality. So she shuffled across to his slab and with some effort climbed up beside him.
“You need to be on a flat surface,” Medic Lurchesover gestured. “Chest, back, or lap.”
She obediently climbed up on Human Friend John’s wide ribcage, noting again the dark irregularities of scars that intersected his stripes at odd angles.
“Like this?” she asked as she began gently tapping out the words for attention on the central bony structure that supported his internal frame.
“Slower, and don’t forget the sound,” Medic Lurchesover instructed.
Embracesgently slowed her gestured and tried to mimic the sound Medic Lurchesover had been making. It was rather difficult, especially out of water, though she found that if she pulsed the waves from her own surface down into the cavity of Human Friend John’s chest she got better results. As she expected Human Friend John woke at the attention. The sounds he was making cut off with a gurgle and his lights brightened as his eyelids flickered open. He spent several long moments blinking as his bifocal eyes brought the Undulate on his chest into resolution.
Embracesgently continued the supposed soothing method, and despite Medic Lurchesover’s assurance was surprised to see the humans colors rippled as his tension dropped. His face finally stretched into a grin and one massive gripping appendage came up and patted Embracesgently in a soothing human greeting.
“Daw!” the human rumbled out. “Someone’s makin biscuits!”
His face split open in a cavernous yawn and he slumped back, now with contented light radiating out from his stripes. Embracesgently continued her actions until the dimming of his lights showed he was deeply asleep and then eased off the human and his slab. Medic Lurchesover looked rather smug from the set of his appendages but she could afford to be generous. If Human Friend Maria responded to the odd comfort gesture even an appendage as well as Human Friend John did they should begin the very next morning. Still one question was tickling her lagging appendages.
“What are biscuits?” she asked Medic Lurchesover, “and how does this gesture resemble making them?”
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Humans are Weird - No Time To Explain

 Humans are Weird – No Time To Explain


“It was integrating the humans,” Wing Commander Six Clicks stated in flat tones as the wing medic gently daubed sealing gel on his exposed horn core.
The confused rustle of horrified gasps that shook the young pseud-wings around his was a satisfactory balm in of itself. The inevitable nausea and confusion resulting from loosing a sensory horn cover, not to mention the embarrassment at your medic insisting you submit as a case study for dozens of overeager young medics was certainly a set of downdrafts that could send you spiraling. Wing Commander Six Clicks saw no reason not to season the bite of the day with a little amusing hyperbole; especially given that humans never seemed to mind the implication that they were agents of chaos. His medic seemed to have other ideas and have his exposed sensory horn core a pinch.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense!” Wing Medic Eight Trills snapped as he squeezed a bit more sealing gel out of the applicator. “I can hear exactly what you are all thinking! No human grabbed him and his horn wasn’t knocked off! The outer sheath fell off because this ratty-winged idiot refuses to take sufficient strontium supplements!”
“Also he doesn’t rub his horns near enough,” Second Medic Tenth Click said sternly, holding up a polishing rag and glaring accusingly at the gathered students.
There was a minor rustling of unease and Wing Commander Six Clicks felt a breeze of gratitude for the younger medic deflecting some of the attention away from his bad habits. However the mood of the group shifted again as their collective attention turned to something he couldn’t quite sound to the northwest. It was just a moment of curiosity on the fringe of the psudo-wing at first. These class groups wings were usually more than friendly, but they lacked the coherent responses of a true wing. As was normal it took some time for a clear consensus to build in the body language of the wing and when it did it was simple perplexity.
“What has got you all looking that way?” Wing Commander Six Clicks demanded, trying to peek over the forest of budding young sensory horns.
Young Winged aspiring to be medics generally tended larger than average as being able to carry an injured comrade in flight was considered a requirement. However Wing Commander Six Clicks earned only another pinch from the very much not distracted Wing Medic.
“Undulates,” came the first draft of the response.
“Lots of them.”
“Coming from an odd vector.”
“Seem to be headed for the main stream.”
“Nothing the way they came from but an empty flight space.”
“Good angle to swoop round to the quad.”
“Sometimes you can surprise a human and make them jump.”
“Looks like most of the pilot class Undulates.”
“There’s Searchesstoutly.”
“Something funny happened.”
“Yes, quite amused-”
“Confused too-”
“Three Trills!” Wing Medic Eight Trills snapped out as he winghooked the Wing Commander’s head down into a more accessible position. “Clearly none of you are going to be able to focus until you figure out what is going on! Take the six of you with the deepest voices and figure out what those lumbering swimmers are doing out of the water and in some random corner of the base.”
The assigned Winged swept off eagerly and spent several minutes chattering in the low tones necessary to get the Undulates attention. They swept back noses twitching in amusement.
“Well?” Wing Commander Six Clicks demanded when they returned.
“Humans!”
A chorus of amused chittering followed this pronouncement.
The eldest of the group waved a wing for silence.
“They are a pod of Survey Core Ranger Pilots!” their speaker announced, not entirely able to keep an unprofessional chirp out of his voice. “They were sunning in the quad with several human friends when one of the mechanic flow humans came running up from one of the buildings. He snatched up Cadet Rollswithstops and declared-”
Here even the chosen speaker broke down in amused chittering and had to vigorously rub his winghooks over his face to compose himself. One of the others stepped forward and mimicked the lumbering tread of the giant bipeds. The actor made a gesture of stooping and snatching up an Undulate, and then lifted his chin in a very human gesture.
“No time to explain! Grab a cuddle-mop-friend and follow me!”
The actor then proceeded to mimic the loping human movement called running.
“Then!” the original speaker broke back in. “All the humans looked at each other in confusion, but something like half of them just obeyed. They snatched up the remaining Undulates and followed the mechanic flow cadet!”
“He led them around to that blind corner!” The second broke in, indicating the place with a wave of his wing.
“And then he just his Undulate down, thanked them with a serious face, and strode off!”
The actor demonstrated the striding.
“The Undulates say the rest of the humans just stood there staring at each other in confusion until one of them remembered to apologize for snatching them.”
Another amused chitter.
“You know how Undulates are,” the speaker said laying his ears back in mild exasperation. “They aren’t going to question any kind of sudden physical attention in a lounging time. The humans offered to carry them back to the stream and some accepted but those decided to take a shortcut to their next class.”
He waved a wing at the pod of Undulates who were humping their way quickly towards a not too distant stream. The psudo-wing of medics broke into a delighted chatter that seemed to be swirling around human flight movement psychology and some historic rivalry between pilot and mechanic flow specialists. Wing Commander Six Clicks turned on his chief medic and wrinkled his nose flares in triumph.
“And you doubted that the humans were responsible for this!” He declared, indicating the missing sensory-horn sheath.
“I’m not denying that stress responses are a factor,” the medic snapped. “But if you took proper care of yourself no amount of human mischief would be able to touch you!”
“You heard your teacher!” The wing commander declared! “Rubbing your horns prevents social kidnapping!”
The extra pinch to his horn was worth the wave of amused chittering that got him.  
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Humans are Weird - Diminishing Returns

 Humans are Weird – Diminishing Returns


“Come now Human Friend Kia!” Writhesoften called out as she threw herself into the next body of water.
The sullen mutter the massive mammal gave in response didn’t quite translate from the air to the water. Writhesoften pulsed out a good swimming pace and thrust several appendages above the surface even as her down thrusting appendages brushed the algae like plants that grew from the bottom of the marsh. Her vision of the human clarified and she watched in bemusement as Human Friend Kia lowered one of her massive appendages into the biota rich water of the marsh.
Human Friend Kia had absolutely insisted that she wasn’t afraid of the alien life that the marshes teamed with.
“I grew up back in the bayou,” she had insisted, angling her head in a human expression of defiance. “Not one of those artificially restored bayous either! Mamma’s people had a shack back in there since before we was keeping records! I ain’t feard of no murk!”
The human had then suddenly startled and then rapidly sent gurgling noises through the mystery system of tubes that took up a large portion of her bio mass. This seemed to compose her body language and she sat is a far calmer and more formal position.
“I have no concern over the local biota load,” Human Friend Kia had assured her. “I am simply used to a less extreme temperature gradient. I will adjust with time, I simply want to put of getting completely soaked as long as possible.”
The human certainly had, Writhesoften mused as she watched Human Friend Kia finally ease one leg and then the other down into the marsh. Human Friend Kia’s whole body shuddered as the water sloshed over the protective lip of her boot protection and, presumably began soaking her outer membrane. Writhesoften calculated the amount of time it was going to cost them for Human Friend Kia to cross each marsh at the ginger pace she was showing and tried to dismiss the feeling of annoyance her calculations generated. Human Friend Kia was more than valuable enough to make up for any inadequacy in marsh hopping.
“Come on now!” Writhesoften called out cheerfully. “We are almost to the next collection point!”
Writhesoften let herself dip below the surface and struck out for the best depth for optimum speed. They reached the next mound, a truly impressive spire that reached up out of the water to tower even over the human, well behind her initial projections and Writhesoften had to fight bag the urge to groan as she noted the time. However Human Friend Kia scooped her up and held her to the observation platform (that would be almost submerged at high water) and Writhesoften again balanced her usefulness against the lost speed. Not to mention her primary function of fending off the largest of the reptilian predators. Baby-gators, Human Friend Kia called them. It had taken some convincing to get her to postpone domestication attempts on the dangerous species.
Writhesoften noted the signs of decreased activity of the spire’s inhabitants and creators alike and then tapped Human Friend Kia to be let down. They set out across the remainder of the marsh surrounding the spire. On the other side there was something of a ledge to get over to get out of the marsh and Writhesoften found it somewhat tricky to climb out. She even had to provide Human Friend Kia leverage to get over the slippery bank. Human Friend Kia reciprocate by carrying her across the grassy overland. To Writhesoften’s surprise, instead of pausing at the edge and easing in one leg at a time as she had done before (it had been Writhesoften’s plan to dismount during this pause) Human Friend Kia stepped into the water without breaking her original stride until the greater viscosity of the water and grasses forcible slowed her.
“Pardon me Human Friend Kia,” Writhesoften called out, prodding her to get her attention. “Isn’t this marsh the same temperature as the last?”
Human Friend Kia glanced down at her with a rueful twist to her face.
“Told’ja,” she said falling back into what Writhesoften presumed was her mother accent, “I ain’t feard of no swamp juice. It was just a little chilly.”
“But this is the same temperature!” Writhesoften insisted, fighting the feeling that they were having two different conversations.
“Yeah,” the human admitted, bobbing her head up and down in time to her steps, “but I’m all soaked already now. Doesn’t matter.”
Writhesoften tried to parse that, and then gave up as they approached the next spire. She would take her invertebrate observations now, and offer these human observations to the physio-psychologist back at base. There was no way she was understanding why a human grew less reluctant to get in water the wetter they already were.  


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The Ichinose Family's Deadly Sins - What Genera is This Anyway - A Great Big What the Heck

The Ichinose Family's Deadly Sins - What Genera is This Anyway - A Great Big What the Heck
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Humans are Weird - Batter's Up

 Humans are Weird – Batters Up!


Waves of amber tinted water lapped gently through the upper layers of the coral reef that hosted the main base of the newest Undulate colony world. Considersquickly was nominally using his leading appendages to sort out exploration shifts for the upcoming weeks on a data bulge. However the primary drift of his thoughts was on the communication from the central university, wrapped in layers of apology and understanding, that they were shifting to the Shatar standard datapads for all future University funded exploration missions. The deciding factor in the final choice had actually not been the Shatar themselves, but the ergonomics of the newly discovered mammalian race. The fact that said race had shown up (on their own funding free of University entanglement) on this planet was prompting the University to forward the change.
Considersquickly fondled the easy to grip, specially textured sides of the bulge and let just a single fiber of regret float away. He really had no problems drifting with the prevailing cultural currents, but he would miss the ease of use of the older tech offered. He was trying to swim back to arranging the shifts when Toucheseagerly fell through the surface with a frantic splop and scrambled down the coral wall, jabbering as he tried to scramble and speak at the same time.
“Either slow down or use sound,” Considersquickly gestured at his quartermaster absently.
“The new friends, the humans I mean!” Toucheseagerly bleated out in pure sound waves as he scrambled faster. “They are disposing of the explosives!”
Considersquickly had to admit he was glad of a chance to leave the rather smooth task of assigning shifts for something that at least had potential to be more interesting. Not that this situation promised to be in any way unusual, but at least Toucheseagerly’s reaction to it promised to be entertaining.
“Yes Toucheseagerly,” Considersquickly said, and perhaps his gestures were a breadth condescending, “the new human friends volunteered to dispose of our expired shaped coral blasters. It was, rather still is, in the weekly flow charts.”
Toucheseagerly’s entire body rippled with contradicting conjunctions and the force of his failed attempt at communication carried him several unds sideways, the movement showing no sign of stopping. Considersquickly took that as a request for more information.
“The corals on this world were far safer and more habitable than the initial survey, taken in the more northerly regions indicated. We have been left trailing a massive stockpile of shaped construction explosives. Detonating them underwater was out of the question for safety reasons, and we have only had the time and personnel to spare to perform atmospheric detonations occasionally-”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Toucheseagerly actually interrupted him with irritated and dismissive gestures.
Considersquickly realized that there was actual fear in his subordinate's energy, but only traces of the more bitter tasting emotion. Mostly there was raw, frantic confusion.
“So when the humans offered to do the atmospheric detonations-” Toucheseagerly interjected.
“At far higher and safer elevations than we could have-” Considersquickly cut in with a significant set to his appendages.
“Faster, cheaper, quicker, safer!” Toucheseagerly broke in again, either completely ignoring Considersquickly’s point or not noticing it.
“Yes, yes, they are, right now, the secondary island. Baseball bats! Safety gear! I don’t know!”
The last statement was a near frantic wail followed by a slump that sent any irritation Considersquickly had built up flowing with the tide. Toucheseagerly was genuinely distressed about something and Considersquickly mentally prodded what he had said.
“Are the human not using proper safety gear?” he asked, setting his appendages in a soothing droop.
Toucheseagerly positively twitched as he clearly tried to form coherent thoughts.
“Balls, the game, not the game-Do you recall, did you see, the game with the big round, did you play?”
“Catch,” Considersquickly offered, wondering where this current was coming from. “Yes, the game the humans play by,” he began to quote the analysis the physicist had made, “inducing atmospheric-gravitic parabolic motion in spheres designed to be easily gripable by human appendages.”
“Do you know what that means?” Toucheseagerly demanded.
“I was there the day of the, I believe they called it a baseball game,” he replied sending out a soothing wave of pheromones. “I admit that I could make as little sense of what the humans were doing as anyone, but when they placed the ball on the flat surface and rolled it to me I was able to grip it, and send it to the next participant. My understanding is that humans are simply naturally able to elevate the ‘roll’ game into three dimensions at speeds of around twenty to forty unds per tic. It sounds preposterous I know, but they did safely-”
“Now!” Toucheseagerly interjected. “Just, just go sound, look at, what they are doing now! On the island. Please…”
Toucheseagerly slumped as his finished this request and simply resorted to pointing to the main surveillance hub.
“Of, course, of course,” Considersquickly assured him even as he bounced up and swam at a brisk pace to the node.
It responded quickly to his touch, chirping apologetically that it only had visual information for him when it resolved an image of the island the Undulates had designated for their more complex hazardous waste disposal when they had first arrived.
“Look!” Considerquickly said in a soothing tone. “They have cleared a nice level area for their work. This must be so they don’t … what was the word?”
“Trip,” Toucheseagerly said in a hollow tone.
“Trip over anything,” Considersquickly finished. “That is very mindful of safety.”
“Note they have also cleared the demolition zone of the contained demolition boxes,” Toucheseagerly gestured.
Considersquickly gave an uneasy hum at that but didn’t feel particularly put out.
“Explosions loose so much force out of the water,” he stated, “and look. They are all wearing their impact armor. Even the ones at more than the safe distance. Surely they are taking every-”
“Please just watch,” Toucheseagerly said in a tried tone.
Considersquickly let his appendages drift to polite attention as he watched the group of five humans interact. He had gotten reasonably good at telling them apart but with only light data and all of the humans encased in detonation armor he had no idea who was who. One stood by the container of explosives, slightly irregular spheres good for blasting habitation nooks in particularly stubborn coral. That human had one of the explosives in his hands and was carefully working the timer controls. A second human stood what looked like several unds away making determined waves of…
“Is that a baseball bat?” Considersquickly asked feeling his appendages stiffening with some unformed dread.
“Yes,” Toucheseagerly intoned.
The console chirped happily as it detected relevant sound information it could supply them. The three humans at the edge of the island had begun to chant. If there were words in the chant Considersquickly didn’t know them, yet the chant had an energizing quality. As if it were a challenge.
The human holding the explosive suddenly hit the timed activation button. In the format the charge was now it would detonate in mere tics. Considerquickly reminded himself firmly that the detonation suits were rated to aborbe the worst of that explosion underwater. Above the surface the human shouldn’t be injured even if the alien didn’t drop the shell. Then the human arranged his body with what was obviously cheerful and friendly challenge even under the muting of the armor. The hand holding the explosive shell began to spin in wide arcs, clearly signaling some intent. The watching humans grew excited, their chanting increased in volume and paces. The human with the, bat, angled his body with some intense intent, the bat secured in the great join of his trunk and arm. Then all the humans moved suddenly. The human with the explosive released it. The human with the bat gave one determined swing, and the explosive detonated, the resulting shock wave producing enough force to shove the humans towards the ground even in the thin firmament above the water.
Considersquickly suddenly understood Toucheseagerly’s frantic confusion. He fully admitted that he had no sounding on what the human were doing.
At the moment the human with the explosives had been knocked down to the ground and was getting back up. The human with the bat was handing it off to one of the three watchers and taking his place outside the detonation area. The human with the explosives staggered to his feet and reached into the container and pulled out another shell. He began twisting the settings.
“That is a violation of...can’t be regulation...that, that can’t be right somehow!” Toucheseagerly flared out with movements a mix of concern and frustration.
“I am quite sure,” Considersquickly said, surprised at how calm his own gestures were, “that there is no regulation against inducing atmospheric-gravitic parabolic motion in spheres designed to be easily gripable by human appendages. We checked after the baseball game.”
On the display the second explosive once more miraculously altered position and detonated high in the air to the delighted noises of the humans. Considersquickly pulled a word out of their noise and felt it against a memory.
“The human with the bat is the batter,” he said slowly. “Those movements are batting practice.”
“With balls!” Toucheseagerly gestured with a lurch. “Balls! They are supposed to use balls, not – not - ”
“Toucheseagerly,” Considersquickly interjected, he did not want his quartermaster to grown anymore incoherent than he was. “Thank you for bringing this, explosive batting practice to my sounding depth. Please go to the base medic and inform him to prepare for strained mammalian muscles.”
Toucheseagerly visibly relaxed now that he had something to do and slouched off towards the medical coves. Considersquickly turned his attention back to where the central human, the ‘pitcher’ if he recalled the game terms correctly, was preparing the next explosive shell. All his training flowed towards stopping this. However these were fully developed, sapient beings with no, rather no other sign of mental disturbance, than deliberately detonating high-grade explosives for an obviously recreational game. For now he would simply, consider.
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Humans are Weird - Thumb Sucking

 Humans are Weird – Thumb Sucking


“Such chubby little legs,” Second Grandfather clicked out as he watched Fifteenth Cousin carefully adjust the sensors on the barrel chest of the human infant laying in the medical hammock. He mentally corrected himself. She was now Twelfth Aunt, even if she would really never read as anything other than one of the hatchlings to him.
“Aren’t they?” crooned the human First Mother bent over her child. “Like little sausages!”
“Sausages?” Second Grandfather asked.
The human glanced over at him and her face lit with laughter that almost chased away the wrinkles of worry. She began to explain the concept of some sort of animal product based food as Fifteenth- Twelfth Aunt, he reminded himself. She was not only in a fully adult molt but was a medical doctor with more training than any of the previous generation. At the moment she was adjusting the hammock with an odd combination of tenderness, almost masculine in its nature, and professional efficiency. With a satisfied click of her mandibles she stepped away from the human child and turned to the human First Mother.
“Little Todd is quite secure,” she said. “All of his vitals are reading normal for a human infant.”
“I just fed him,” the human First Mother said, reaching up absently to feel her slightly deflated mammary glands under her loose thermal insulation. “He’s changed and he should be comfortable for some time.”
The odd bifocal eyes of the tiny human were watching them, his little pink fists curled up under his multiple chins. Despite the rounded fleshy body, and the exotic waft of his alien pheromones there was no doubt that the little one in it’s comfort and curiosity was just as adorable as a Shatar infant. Second Grandfather couldn’t quite resist moving forward and tickling that absurdly round belly with its one star-like scar.
“And are you going to tell us what we need to know you little mystery?” Second Grandfather demanded, bobbing his antenna in a way he had learned that human infants loved.
The tiny human opened it’s mouth and produced a gurgle that would have announced several problems in a Shatar infant, but somehow still sounded delighted. His round little arms reached up for Second Grandfather. The old Shatar was sure he hadn’t given away any of the instincts that triggered but he heard Twelfth Aunt snap her mandibles menacingly.
“Don’t you dare! I just got him settled!”
Second Grandfather deliberately raised his hands in the human gesture of appeasement and backed away from the infant, wriggling his antenna and flexing his pseudo-frill. The human infant, First Brother Todd burst into laughter and wriggled in delight.
“Out!” Twelfth Aunt snapped in a mercilessly authoritative tone. “The dip in blood oxygen content we are looking for only happens when Todd is resting quietly! That clearly isn’t going to happen while you are here!”
“We’ll play more later little First Brother!” Second Grandfather promised as he scuttled out of the room.
He waited outside until Human First Mother came out and joined him. Her face was set in the smooth lines of a calm human state of being, but her pheromones spiked with stress. Second Grandfather took her hand in his and clicked up at her soothingly.
“I remember the first time I had to leave my garden after I strung my first line,” he said. “Don’t worry about little First Brother. Fifteenth Cousin is more than a skilled doctor, she doesn’t like to show it but her membrane is as soft as any males when it comes to hatchlings.”
Humans First Mother gave him a tight smile and eased herself gingerly down onto a Shatar couch.
“She’s the best xeno medic on the planet,” she said almost absently. “Hopefully she can figure out what is causing this. None of ours could.”
“His oxygen levels just drop?” Second Grandfather asked.
He knew exactly what was wrong with their tiny guest, but he also knew that parents loved to talk about what was wrong with their infants. Human First Mother was well into a description of their diagnosis of little Todd when Twelfth Aunt came stalking out of the room carrying a recording device. They glanced up at her in surprise and the gestured for them to be silent before showing them the steadily dipping graph that depicted the tiny human’s precious gas levels. Human First Mother drew in a sharp breath and her eyes widened, but before she could say anything the downward trend paused and started back up. The human gave a surprised gasp and grasped, a little painfully, at Second Grandfather’s arm.
“Do you know why?” Second Grandfather demanded, feeling a wash of surprise despite the situation.
He gently patted the human’s hand and it relaxed a bit.
“I have a theory, now be quiet and look,” Twelfth Aunt stated.
She pulled up the camera display and showed a sped up replay of Human First Brother after they had left the room. He waved his arms around for a few moments, and then he had balled one hand into a tiny fist, stuck out his primary opposable digit, and thrust the digit into his mouth. His strange little eye roved around the room for several more moments before they began to blink closed. As his eyes closed the fist relaxed, and his longer fingers uncurled, reached up, and recurled around the protuberance in the center of his face.
“What is that called again?” Second Grandfather asked, reaching up to touch the matching organ on Human First Mother.
“Nose,” Human First Mother stated, her eyes widening. “He’s clamping his own nose shut! I, I hadn’t even thought about that habit!”
“I doubt he has the strength to fully cut off his air supply,” Twelfth Aunt stated as they watched the child’s oxygen levels began to dip on the graph. “But as you will see this is no doubt the problem.”
In the recording she stood and with no small effort removed the tiny pink fingers from the tiny pink nose. Immediately the graph trended upwards.
“But why didn’t they notice this when we took him to the human hospital?” Human First Mother demanded.
“The protocols I studied suggest that you put an infant oxygen mask on patients experiencing low oxygen,” Twelfth Aunt suggested. “I imaging that would block his ability to display this behavior.”
“Well, this is good news at least,” Human First Mother said with a relieved laugh, “he will grow out of thumb sucking.”
“Until then may I suggest having him wear a detached oxygen mask at night,” Twelfth Aunt suggested.”
“Good idea,” Human First Mother said.
Her voice broke and her pheromone levels surged as her body released its’ stress. She lunged forward and swept Twelfth Aunt up in a hug that swept the tall female Shatar completely off the ground. Twelfth Aunt angled a desperate look down at Second Grandfather and stepped up and gently tugged at Human First Mother’s sleeve.
“My friend,” he said in a bright tone, “I am still quite confused. What is this, thumb sucking, did you call it? Why is the little human apparently eating one of his own digits?”
Human First Mother stopped her grateful assault on his offspring and turned her tearful attention to him with a laugh as Twelfth Aunt made a hasty escape back into the observation room.
“Why do humans suck their thumbs?” she asked. “That’s a good question actually...”
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Humans are Weird - Flossing

 Humans are Weird – Flossing


Third Sister shifted her datapad in her arm and gently rubbed her antenna with her free hand. She drew in a slow breath to her main lung and methodically stretched out first her hind legs, then her forelegs. Finally she expanded her thorax one segment at a time and let it relax. She carefully adjusted her kilt and tilted her head up. She reminded that twinge of guilt that presenting yourself neatly was not deceiving your hive as she settled down on the couch to face the holo-display. She was absolutely going to tell Second Father everything that was wrong. She was just going to do it in a way that wouldn’t worry him when he was stringing new lines in the spring.
The kiosk gave a cheery click as it recognized an incoming comm and her datapad gave the expected chirp as it recognized her own code. Third Sister reached out and activated the screen. A wild scattering of light sprang up followed by a series of barely discernible high-pitched whines. Third Sister felt her antenna curl in familiar annoyance, but forced them to a lighter curve as she quickly ran her fingers over the controls until the scattered light formed into the well known head and frill of First Sister, and the piercing whine deepened to her familiar clicks and chirps.
“There!” Third Sister exclaimed. “Very sorry First Sister. The Winged must have been using the comms kiosk last and forgot to reset the refraction levels.”
“That will happen on mixed bases,” First Sister said with an amused flick of her antenna. “Is that what has the cramp in your curl?”
Third Sister’s fingers flew up to her antenna and found them in the same relaxed position she had so carefully set them. From the meaningful tilt of First Sister’s broad, triangular head Third Sister realized the confession she had just made and felt her frill turn a deeper green in annoyance.
“Where’s Second Father?” she demanded.
“One of the egg lines came out scruffy,” First Sister said with a dismissive wave of her fingers. “Second Father is delighted with how robust it is, especially for a line of twenties, but he is going to need to shave every pod on it down for proper absorption.”
Third Sister absently clicked her understanding and relaxed back onto the couch.
“That is probably for the best,” she admitted. “I can probably vent to you easier than Second Father in the spring.”
“Vent?” First Sister asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Release my emotional frustration for no other reason than to give myself some relief,” Third Sister explained.
First Sister clicked in understanding.
“A human term?”
“Yes,” Third Sister confirmed.
“And is this a human problem you are venting about?” First Sister inquired.
Third Sister let her frill stiffen a bit and flush lightly as she traced the memories back.
“I was simply having a perfectly bland, boring even, conversation with one of the humans and she suddenly got irritated and started snipping at me!” Third Sister burst out. “All I did was ask the exact same questions that I had of every other toothed species. By the end she had raised her voice, her face was flushed, and she was scolding me for being judgmental! Then she stalked off before I could even ask what I was being judgmental about!”
First Sister clicked in sympathy, but the set of her frill and antenna suggested more confusion than understanding.
“That must have been quite frightening to be agressed at by such a large mammal,” she observed.
“I wasn’t frightened,” Third Sister objected, she knew by the way First Sister’s glossa flicked out to bathe her eye, she had protested too quickly to be quite believed. “This human is a very professional ranger and has consistently been quite friendly. I just am completely confused as to why she so suddenly got angry at me.”
“What were you discussing?” First Sister asked.
Third Sister had been hoping for a bit more sympathy, but a first sister would always be more prone to try and trim the branch that’d tripped you before she soothed the bruised membrane.
“You know how both the mammal and reptilian species exoskeletons protrude out of their muscular flesh?” Third Sister demanded.
First Sister flicked an antenna in agreement.
“Teeth, they call them,” Third Sister went on. “Well, protruding like that exposes them to all manner of parasites and each species has developed specialized behaviors to combat the parasites. The Winged run thin fibers between their individual teeth, the lizard folk use a more abrasive method with either brushes or gums, and the humans use both methods. This base has all three species so the Central University requested I string out a few surveys on the matter. I have finished interviewing the Winged and the lizard folk on base so I chose this human for my next interview. She was giving off cheerful signals while I inquired about the abrasive brushing aspect of the endoskeleton protrusion care, but she started getting agitated as soon as I moved on to inquires about the thing fiber method. Before I could even finish the question set she snapped that I should mind my own business and stalked off!”
First Sister gave a hum of sympathy, but there was an amused curl in her antenna.
“What do you know?” Third Sister demanded.
“The human isn’t mad at you,” First Sister said gently. “You can uncurl your antenna about that.”
“How do you know?” Third Sister demanded eagerly, though she already felt herself relaxing.
“I have some little experience with humans myself,” First Sister replied with a dismissive gesture. “I can tell you exactly what the problem is. That ranger of yours hasn’t been treating her teeth with the fibers for some time. She is probably already suffering the weakness in her mandible membrane because of it. She might actually be bleeding from her internal membranes. Not enough to seriously harm her,” First Sister said quickly when she noted Third Sister’s horrified flush.
“You know how robust human membranes are to damage. I will tell you exactly what is going to happen. That human will show up shortly with some form of food as an apology for her rudeness. Then she will answer all your questions while projecting shame instead of anger.”
“So you are saying,” Third Sister summarized slowly, “a human past her final adult molt, projected her self-irritation on me, because her lack of self-maintenance was causing her irritation?”
Third Sister could feel her incredulity flexing out through her frill.
“It’s not all that strange,” First Sister said with a dismissive flick of her antenna. “Like the old Aunties say, ‘When you’re in the wrong, the whole world is your Eldest Sister’.”
Third Sister tilted her mandibles as she digested that.
Then a loud thump vibrated the base and Third Sister angled her head to get a clear view of the main door. The human had entered was was coming her way, carrying a fresh succulent fruit and face flushed with human shame.
“Did she go for fresh fruit or baked goods?” First Sister asked.
Third Sister felt a resurgence of her life long suspicion that all first sisters were telepathic and only gave a mildly vexed click as she signed off.


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Transformers: EarthSpark Season 1 Episode 8 Full Spoilers Review & Analysis There’s Megatron’s Smirk

Transformers: EarthSpark Season 1 Episode 8 Full Spoilers Review & Analysis There’s Megatron’s Smirk
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