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January 8, 2020
John Robinson Understands the Robot Best– Or Space Dad Should Just Accept He’s Adopted All the Space Bebies SPOILERS Lost in Space Season 2
SPOILERSLost in Space Season 2
Hello my wonderful readers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams overanalyzes! Today were are going to talk about the brilliant use of such a simple prop as a horse’s bit in Lost in Space!
Do you hear that?
That is my muse laughing her seven heads off. See I really want to talk about that bit and what it represents. It is truly fascinating. However, I started to work out that video, and my muse yanked me sideways.
Today we are going to talk about who in the Robinson family really understands Robot Robinson the best. We’ll look at how each family member approached him. We’ll talk about their strengths and weaknesses. But mostly we’ll talk about this wonderful relationship between John and Robot.
When Robot Robinson first appeared on the scene John’s first reaction was to spring to his feet and prepare to defend his family with a knife. Almost laughable in the face of what Robot had displayed in firepower up to this point but John is a soldier and that was the only weapon he had. Will diffused the situation and then the Robot saved Judy’s life in a dramatic way. Then saves the rest of the family.
John owes him his life, the lives of his family. In addition to that he sees how Will has bonded to the Robot. Robot has earned his gratitude, and that goes a long way with John. But the Robot hasn’t earned his trust. He accepts Robot’s presence and he watches.
In the first few episodes watch how the family interacts with Robot. Everyone is busy, frantic. Maureen analyzes Robot as she would any new piece of machinery. And she seems to come to the understanding that he is just that. She is an engineer so she sees and engine, a useful servant that seems to be obeying her son. She files him away and almost never looks at him again until he starts disobeying. Until the machine that she sees malfunctions.
Judy is a doctor. A medical professional. She takes Wills diagnosis with a grain of salt. She isn’t sure that Robot is a person. Not like Will is. But have you ever seen a medical professional working with machines? They treat the functional machines in their lives much how they treat the people. A nice polite doctor like Judy will thank a vending machine for her drink when she’s tired. She defaults to treating him like a person from a better safe than sorry point of view. But she is dealing with her own trauma. She doesn’t have time to really dig into the mystery of the robot. There is work to do.
Penny, perhaps the Robinson most like her mother accepts the Robot as a useful machine. She sympathizes with her little brother’s perspective. It looks kind of human. But ultimately she doesn’t think about it. Like her mother she is used to getting her way. She uses what the Robot has to offer and ignores him when he isn’t useful.
Will loves the Robot of course. With the still shallow love of an easy friendship. He does believe that the Robot is a person but he never really looks at Robot, not a who the Robot really is. This is a natural, normal state for children. They simply accept the fact of their caregivers. They don’t question their parents motives. Learning who your caregivers are is one of the most shocking aspects of life. Your teacher has a sense of humor that is dry and biting. But you have never seen it in class. You pastor has a motorcycle and a crew but you have never seen him in leathers. Your mother knows more dirty jokes than the combined Navy and Marine Corps. But you have never heard them. Will doesn’t see the Robot. He sees what he wants the Robot to be. He sees that Robot protects him. He chooses not to see how dangerous the Robot has to be to do that. He sees that Robot has emotions like affection. He chooses not to see that the Robot has the potential for anger and rage.
Will is traumatically awakened to the reality of the situation when he not only sees but feels the Robot (presumably) killing the people on the Resolute. But Will, willfully closes his eyes again. As long as he thinks he can control Robot he can pretend that the Robot is exactly who Will wants him to be. Will does not see the Robot.
John, he sees the Robot. He sees that Robot is capable of protecting his family and he values that. He sees that Robot displays affection for Will and he values that. He sees that Robot is trying to understand, is showing intelligence. He sees because he is looking. After the initial shock of the meeting John is the only Robinson who ever goes up to the Robot and just looks at him. The only one who is still actively trying to figure Robot out. John is looking at the Robot as at least a potential person. And he sees what the robot is, even if he can’t articulate it.
John is a soldier, a warrior. He has been around other soldiers for longer than any of his children have been alive. As a Navy Seal he has presumably seen soldiers of every nationality. He has seen solider dogs, even soldier horses. They do still exist. Point being war, soldiery leaves its mark on a person. He can see those marks on Robot. He can see that the Robot is capable of protecting. He can see Robot’s weapons, his intelligence, his adaptability, his initiative. John Robinson sees how dangerous Robot is long before the survivors tell him what they saw the robot do. He is willing to accept that Robot is a person, he might even be convinced that Robot is a person. But that only makes Robot that much more dangerous.
Remember what John said to Judy when he was trying to get her to open up on the treadmill. He knows what that kind of fear and trauma can do to you. I’d bet my bottom contraband chocolate bar that John has had to deal with PTSD. That something happened that damaged him. And it is a certainty that he has seen his brothers damaged and broken. He knows how dangerous a fallen soldier can be, even to the ones he loves, especially to the ones he loves.
So John watches Robot. It wasn’t John who ordered Robot off that cliff. It wasn’t even John’s idea. It was Will’s idea. An idea that came when Will was suffering from a lack of a father. When John realized that Will was gone he panicked. The show lets you think it was for Will’s safety. But John knows the Robot obeys Will to the best of his ability.
John wasn’t there when Robot fought SAR. But John is a soldier. John is a Navy Seal. One of the first requirements for special forces is brains and one of the main things they do is after action reports. They analyze everything that happened. I have no doubt that John sent over every detail of what happened with Maureen and the children. John would have noted that Robot, who had previously been able to locate Will instantly was suddenly balky and inefficient at finding anyone, moving slowly, far more slowly than he had proven he could time and again. Like Robot was stalling for time. John would realize that it was the fault of Dr. Smith that the family was clustered in the place where Robot had left the engine, left it far away from where Robot would have expected the family to be in normal circumstances. John would recognize that despite Maureen brilliant strategy Robot should have overwhelmed her if he’d been really trying.
And then the Second Alien Robot showed up. John would know that Robot cooperated with the SAR, cooperated with the SAR right up to the point that SAR threatened an innocent child. The Robot easily and willingly handed over the engine. It was the SAR who blasted the Chariot with Penny and Judy in it. All Robot did was look at where the Chariot had been damaged enough to threaten their lives. SAR had the engine. He had Robot. He could have left, but instead he stalked over and attempted to murder a helpless child in cold blood.
And that was when Robot defied SAR. Robot darted over and wrestled SAR away from Will. He didn’t blast SAR, or slash him. He simply removed the threat. Robot then fixes Will’s suit. At which point SAR tries to kill him. Then Robot removes the threat from the family.
Now John is a soldier and he would look at things through a soldier’s eyes. Robot obeyed SAR, led him into the ship. SAR was like him in specie, behavior, and color scheme. This would suggest a superior officer to a soldier like John. John would undoubtedly look at that situation as Robot defying a direct order from a superior officer on moral grounds. Commendable to a human solider raised in the modern tradition. But even then, even with the weight of your culture supporting your actions at the court martial, it is a gut-wrenching, heart-breaking situation.
As far as John is concerned Robot has proven himself. Proven himself not only a person, but a person capable of the highest levels of moral reasoning and confident action. Robot isn’t just a soldier. He is a good soldier. More than that he is now at the very least a soldier under John’s command. A brother likes the ones he had to leave behind on Earth. John is responsible for him.
And what happens the moment John hears that they have a lead on Robot’s location. He instantly tries to get off the hospital bed where he was laying with a hole in his side to go find Robot. He has to be ordered not to go. He was going to leave his job undone. That job that otherwise was his highest priority, to go rescue one of his.
But Will and Maureen go instead. Will who is always talking to the Robot, and sometimes listens. Maureen, who now she has accepted the robot automatically assumes she knows what’s going on in his head. She assumes that Robot is pleased SAR is dead, not because of what SAR might have done to Robot but because SAR had threatened her son. That was how she phrased it. Not even that SAR had threatened Will, but threatened her son. Maureen seems like she’s got a little narcissistic streak there.
John probably wouldn’t have made that assumption. Oh, he would have made plenty of his own to be sure. But he would have called up the horror he would have felt at having defied one of his commanding officers and then seeing his murdered body. John would have empathized where Maureen analyzed.
The next time John sees the Robot he is pulling him down off of the controls of the Resolute. Robot is heavy and despite the help of the rest of the family it is John who goes into catch the Robot first, and given that Maureen is gently stroking Robot’s head presumably John is holding most of his weight. It is John who lingers when the rest of the family darts off to find Will. It is John who stays with the staggering, injured Robot and walks slowly with him to the meeting. John who steps back and selflessly lets his son greet Robot before him.
In the very next scene it is Will who asks Robot to take them to Alpha Centauri. It is Will who dismisses Robot’s refusal as Robot just trying out a new word he doesn’t understand. But John is a solider. John sees another soldier in Robot Robinson. John looks at the situation through a soldier’s eyes, and it is John who understands the Robot.
And now the Robot is separated from the only member of the Robinson family who has effectively tried, and succeeded in understanding him. John is stuck on one side of the rift. Robot is stuck on the other. Will is still very much a child who is just barely beginning to see him as a person in his own right and not just how he wants to see him. Judy is a girl who still hasn’t fully grown out of the vanity that blinds many clever and beautiful children into believing that everyone, especially loved ones exist to serve their needs. And Judy, a woman who has had woman hood dropped on her like a crashing Jupiter with all the thousand responsibilities that entails.
So what do you think my wonderful readers? Is John Robinson the only Robinson who managed to honestly look Robot Robinson in the face? Leave a like if you agree and atomize my argument like the Resolute if you disagree.
Peace out my wonderful readers.
Humans are Weird - North Face
Humans are Weird – North Face“What is so interesting about that rock face?” Sixteenth Cousin asked as she came upon the base morale officer.
Xts’tlk shook himself and stretched each of his eight limbs slowly in the morning sun. Sixteenth Cousin eased back into a comfortable position, letting her hind legs take most of her weight. The tall fence that surrounded the pace provided more than enough shade to protect from the weak yellow suns the planet boasted. All attempts to cultivate native flora in the enclosed grounds had been failures, leaving only a few scraggly shrubs protecting mangy patches of ground cover. It was no wonder the cheerful Trisk wanted to look elsewhere.
“Human Friend Gregor’s newest recreational interest,” Xts’tlk informed her finally.
Sixteenth Cousin knew very well that she shouldn’t respond immediately as would be polite back home in the gardens. But it was hard to seemingly ignore a polite answer. She satisfied herself with a brief flick of her neck frill and examined the rock face closer.
“Is this a matter of projected lights or applied paints?” she finally asked.
Xts’tlk began to reposition the view screen on his range finder and then adjust the screen display so she could see it.
“Neither,” he observed. “Rather he is there himself.”
“He is where?” Sixteenth Cousin asked.
The Trisk settled back on his motile legs and expanded the screen for her.
“There,” Xts’tlk finally said.
He pointed simultaneously to the rock face that was klicks away and the display screen. Sixteenth Cousin suddenly felt her frill prickle with unease. The same way it did when her, admittedly spoiled, Fourth Brother, was plotting to escape First Father’s garden. She wasn’t sure what she was looking at at first. There was Human Friend Gregor, First Engineer on the base, and it appeared he was climbing a rock face.
Sixteenth Cousin suddenly leapt back with a hiss. She snapped her head side to side trying to judge the distance from the base to the rock face, trying to understand.
“Is First Engineer climbing the rock face?” She demanded.
“He is,” Xts’tlk replied after an unbearable pause.
“What safety gear does he have?” Sixteenth Cousin demanded, searching her mind for anything that had been checked out.
“A bag of dust and his two strong arms,” Xts’tlk replied.
Sixteenth Cousin stared at him in utter horror, her head cocked so far to the side the broad triangle was near parallel with her abdomen.
“Did you even try to stop him?” She finally demanded.
“It is a registered human recreation,” he defended himself. “They call it free climbing.”
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December 30, 2019
Humans are Weird - Racing Circuit
Humans are Weird – Racing Circuit“Is anybody going to investigate the noises coming from the disused supply bay?” Base Commander Four Trills asked of the office at large.
“Not willingly,” Tikt’skt replied after a far longer pause than Trisk fastidiousness required. “And the fact that you haven’t gone to investigate it yourself suggests you know exactly why.”
The Trisk made a point of turning his body away and began to groom his optical sensory hairs with his hindmost pair of legs. Commander Four Trills rubbed his wing hooks over his sensory horns in sympathy. This did have to be dealt with. He chirped in his most authoritative tone.
Every sentient in the room turned their attention to the human sitting at a data console, typing energetically away at a report. The seconds dragged out while they waited for the normally observant human to notice their attention. Finally Four Trill sighed and flew over to the man.
“Ranger Frank,” he said, coming to rest on the human’s head cover.
The human reached up and idly patted the Base Commander.
“Do you hear the noise in the supply bay?” Four Trills asked.
“You can’t prove that I do Commander,” Ranger Frank said cheerfully without taking his eyes off of the screen in front of him.
“Do you plan on investigating it?” Four Trills asked.
“Investigate what?” the human replied without changing tone.
Four Trills sighed and fluttered out of the room. It was a matter of moments to reach the disused supply bay and he set his teeth grimly before flying through the upper door. A small cluster of humans surrounded one of the old water barrels that was sitting on end in the corner of the room under a window. Four Trills decided against announcing himself. He wasn’t the type of commander to sneak around but he genuinely doubted he could make the humans hear him over the sound of the humans yelling and stomping.
One human, a Junior Ranger Psmith he believed, reached over and began to pound his fist onto the scapula region of the human beside him, one Junior Ranger Ford. Four Trills perched a moment on a support beam and rubbed his aching sensory horns. While any reasonable species would consider the crushing blows an assault he was under the impression that the two youngest humans were close friends. And Ford didn’t seem to be reacting to the blows that were moving his body several wingwidths with every strike.
Four Trill gathered himself and darted over to circle over the human’s heads. He stared down into the barrel. The first filtration level had been removed revealing the second filtration level. This left a depth of about a human’s hand span. In that space five concentric arcs of a sucrose substance the humans enjoyed as a treat had been laid. The arcs were nearly complete circles, but only the inner one was closed, making all arcs the same length. Five specimens of the newly discovered insectoid species were placed, each on one of the lines. Four Trills stared down at the sight in confusion.
Slowly he realized that the insectoid’s were not still. They were feeding on the sucrose substance. He flinched as he realized what the portions of the arcs behind them must be comprised of. The absurdity of the situation settled on his back like a rock and he decided to dismiss speculation.
“Ranger Grimes!” He chirped out.
He deliberately allowed his voice to raise into a range he knew would cause the humans some discomfort. It was the only way to be heard above the din of twelve lungs, each the volume of a family sized tent. The humans jumped and looked up at where he was hovering.
“It’s legal!” Yelped one human.
“Checked every regulation!” Insisted another.
“We’re not hurting them!” piped up a third.
“What are you doing to them?” Four Trills demanded, deciding to go straight to the point.
“Racing them!” Ranger Grimes said cheerfully.
Four Trills stared down at the uplifted faces and then slowly came to rest on Ranger Grimes’s hat. The humans watched him with a hush so intense he could hear the slow grinding of the insectoid’s mandibles on the sucrose granules.
“How?” he finally asked, “could that movement be considered a race?”
“We see whose brick beetle gets to the end first,” Grimes explained.
Four Trills rubbed his sensory horns as he tried to make sense of that.
“Are we in trouble?” one human finally asked.
Four Trills sighed and took to the air.
“Please be more quiet,” he requested. “The rest of the base is trying to work.”
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December 23, 2019
Humans are Weird - Illicit Smuggling Operation
Humans are Weird – Illicit Smuggling Operation“I apologize for interrupting you,” First Mother said, uncurling one antenna to get the attention of the Trisk on the other side of the holo-link, “but could you repeat the accusation?”
“You subordinate has been running an illicit smuggling operation,” Tisk’krt repeated slowly and carefully.
“Second Brother!” First Mother said, her frill limp with shock.
“It is hard to believe,” Tisk’krt said with sympathy in the set of his eight legs. “Especially of such an experience ecologist.”
“He is always so careful about contamination,” First Mother said, oscillating her head in confusion. “And he knows the regulations so well! Has he given any defense for his actions?”
“Eyes.” Tisk’krt stated.
First Mother tilted her head to the side as she waited for the rest of the sentence. None came.
“Eyes?” She asked, parting her antenna in curiosity.
The Trisk commander slumped.
“Perhaps you should view the recording for yourself,” he said.
First Mother flicked her antenna in agreement and the holo-link dissolved and resolved into an image of Survey Core Ranger, Ecologist Stephen Bryce, Second Brother to his friends. He was standing in a posture of forced openness humans displayed when trying to convince another of the lack of danger in a situation that was clearly dangerous. In his hands he held a creature of slightly larger mass than a Winged.
“And why?” demanded the recorded voice of Tisk’krt, “did you risk contamination, subvert protocol, and endanger your position on this world in order to smuggle these creatures out to other humans?”
“They’re harmless-“ Second Brother interjected.
To First Mother’s shock the Trisk actually interrupted the human.
“We have established that you do not have enough data to confirm that claim!” Trsk’krt nearly snapped. “Why did you do it?”
The human seemed to struggle with the answer, and then finally lifted the creature so the camera focused on its face.
“The eyes!” Second Brother said in a deeply earnest tone. “Look at those giant, deep eyes!”
“Oh,” First Mother drooped as the beginning of understanding caused her frill to flutter in a mix of sympathy and irritation.
“Do you have an explanation?” Trsk’krt asked eagerly as the holo-link switched back to him.
“I suspect I do,” she admitted carefully. “You see when I was stationed with Second Brother I was still only First Sister.”
The Trisk commander waved a gripping leg for her to continue.
“My homing instinct hit me at full strength cycles sooner than I expected,” she went on. “So Second Brother and I had many conversations about mating age and sexual development while I was waiting for transport to the garden my sisters had prepared for me and he who would be the First Father. Second Brother told me many things about the similar human instinct codes. I hesitate to make an absolute statement.”
She paused to gather her thoughts.
“But that creature,” she said, “displays significant neonatal signals by human standards, and I suspect Second Brother might have been made susceptible to that by his – I believe they call it a biological clock.”
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December 20, 2019
Humans are Weird - Working Through It
Humans are Weird – Working Through It“Just attach the replacement sensor and we’ll be on our way,” Sixteenth Sister said as she examined the data in front of her.
Her human partner gave a grunt in reply that she had come to learn meant confirmation of her order. He ambled over to the sensor tower at the edge of her perception and Sixteenth Sister tilted her head to absorb the atmosphere. Her frill flicked in unease and her antenna curled a little tighter. She did not like being this exposed. The thick groundcover spread out from their open transport in every direction. The rustling foliage blended with the sky completing the pod, but it was so big, so far. Sixteenth Sister clamped her frill to her neck and drew in a deep breath. Brother Unicus assured her that humans could see for kilometers in clear air, that the joining of the sky and flat land was not so much a pod but a great dome. He said that he loved the sensation. He called it Big Sky country. Her thoughts returned to her partner as something made an alarming clacking sound.
“Brother Unicus?” she asked. “Is the assembly going well?”
“Yeah…no,” Brother Unicus said.
Before Sixteenth Sister could ask for clarification Brother Unicus snapped out a profanity and dropped the sensor.
“Are you injured Brother Unicus?” Sixteenth Sister demanded, leaping out of the transport and dropping her data pad on the seat.
“Not exactly,” Brother Unicus said as he attempted to flex one of his hands.
“Your hand!” Sixteenth Sister clicked in shock.
“Yeah,” Brother Unicus muttered, glancing to the side.
“It is twice the size of your other hand!” Sixteenth Sister said.
“I got stung,” Brother Unicus stated.
“When did the sting occur?” Sixteeth Sister demanded. “Hold a moment. I will get the first aid kit and the data pad.”
“It’s no big deal,” Brother Unicus assured her. “It happens. I don’t react bad to that species.”
“When did the sting occur?” Sixteenth Sister asked again as she pulled up a medical report form.
“About eight o’clock this morning,” Brother Unicus stated.
Her frill snapped out and Sixteenth Sister tilted her head to focus on her partner.
“You have been experiencing this reaction,” she observed slowly, “for nearly six hours?”
“Well it was slow to get started,” Brother Unicus said with a shrug. “Didn’t get bad till about an hour back.”
“Get in the transport,” Sixteenth Sister said, barely able to keep her voice in the low human rangers.
“We gotta finish,” Brother Unicus pointed at the half disassembled sensor network.
Sixteenth Sister bent to snatch the fallen sensor up and stalked up to the human. She arched her legs, flared her frill, and extended her antenna. Even at full extension her antenna tips barely reached his chin.
“I am the senior Ranger,” she said. “Get in the transport and begin filling out the injury report.”
“But…” Brother Unicus began.
“Survey Core Ranger Steven Cole!” she snapped. “You will follow medical protocol!”
At the sound of his full designation Brother Unicus twitched and grabbed the datapad then scurried towards the transport. Sixteenth Sister sighed and quickly put the sensor tower into standby mode. She leapt into the transport and activated the engines.
“What were you thinking?” she demanded.
“I figured if it didn’t get too bad I could work through it,” Brother Unicus said.
Sixteenth Sister curled her antenna at him sternly.
“Medical report,” she snapped. “Now.”
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December 15, 2019
December 10, 2019
Humans are Weird - Climbing the Walls
Humans are Weird – Climbing the WallsThank you all so much for your updoots and feedback. It gives me the will to go on. Want to see more? Think about becoming a Patreon. Tea refuses to buy itself and the more time one has to spend on a day job the less time there is for befuddled aliens.
“I do not think I would be able to explain it scientifically,” Twistunder observed as he nuzzled into his companion, “but I think I understand the allure of these indoor combustion chambers to the humans.”
Rollsslowly gave a lazy hum of assent and lifted a sensory rich appendage to absorb some of the radiant warmth spilling out of the combustion chamber. They were twined together in a shallow pool that formed a sort of raised center to the common room of the research base. The main lights had been dimmed in tune with the diurnal cycle of the planet and the majority of the staff were spending the rest day sprawled over the furniture either reading or composing messages for distant loved ones. Several human couches were arranged around the Undulates’ pool, all facing the circular stone contrivance the humans called the fire pit. A vent hovered over the pit to guide the fumes and smoke out of the common area and various steel levers hung on the side for when the humans felt the mysterious urge to prod at the flames.
Twistunder’s musings were cut short as one of the humans in the shadowy reaches of the room tossed aside his book and directed a resentful glare at the large bay of windows that comprised the south arc of the structure. Twistunder mused over the view. One of the massive storms, the kind that were unheard of on his planet, was whipping the forest outside into a frenzy of movement. The trees, each of which he knew to be several unds in diameter were bending and dipping like so much algae. Twistunder supposed he could sympathize with the frustration that caused the human to drum his fingers on the arm of his chair. Finally the human produced a wordless gust of air and snapped to his feet. The human paced back and forth several times and suddenly made a run at the wall.
“Human Friend Susan?” Twistunder asked after a moment.
Rollssowly grumbled as Twistunder had to pull away to form the words.
“S’up lil bud?” Human Friend Susan asked, before immediately breaking into a yawn.
“What is Human Friend Red doing?” Twistunder asked.
Human Friend Susan blinked slowly at him and Twistunder lifted a gripping appendage to indicate the path the human was taking. Human Friend Susan swiveled her head slowly and focused on the other human. Her face went slack for a moment as her eyes tracked his course, before breaking into a wry smile.
“He’s climbing the walls Twist,” she said with a laugh.
“I did not think this architecture allowed a human sufficient purchase to climb the walls,” Twistunder observed.
“Neither did I,” Human Friend Susan agreed. “But it is storming you know.”
She indicated the window with a nod of her head.
“I was under the impression that storm weather sent mammals into a torpor like state,” Twistunder said.
“Sometimes,” Human Friend Susan said.
She winced as the other human reached the ceiling and almost fell from his perch before moving onto the next one.
“But keep a human cooped up too long and they do start climbing the walls,” she concluded, turning back to her book.
“I have heard that phrase,” Rollsslowly observed. “However I thought it simply a figure of speech.”
“Well now we know,” Twistunder said. “Human Friend Susan, I believe the fire needs poking.”
December 5, 2019
This Cat Likes Halo
Recently I have been training my cat to sit beside me and chill while I watch online videos. He has got the idea and even started watching the videos. Judging by his attention he prefers Halo lore videos. I tried him on cat documentaries and various other types but nothing grabbed his attention like the videos on Halo lore.
December 3, 2019
Build them a large dog house that gives them insulation and plenty of room to turn around.December 2, 2019
Humans are Weird - Palindrome
Thank you all so much for your updoots and feedback. It gives me the will to go on. Want to see more? Think about becoming a Patreon. Tea refuses to buy itself and the more time one has to spend on a day job the less time there is for befuddled aliens. Humans are Weird – Palindrome
“Want to see something cool?” Human friend Susan asked of the room at large when she came through the inner airlock.
There was an amber colored flurry of movement in the central perch tree as the Winged left the exterior perches and sought cover in the inner compartments. Three Undulates eased under the surface of the rest pool without so much as a ripple. Five Trisk sprinted up the ladders to a higher level catwalk, putting them conveniently out of Human Friend Susan’s line of binocular sight.
Krs’ktt suddenly found himself regretting his last promotion. If he were still a lowly sub-commander he could have justified joining his subordinates on the higher levels. As it was being the ranking officer in the communal room meant it was his duty to determine if they over-enthusiastic biologist had brought back anything particularly horrific from her rounds. The quarantine protocols should have prevented any such thing being dangerous but this human in particular had proven quite adept at finding creatures, items, and … well the only proper word for them was monstrosities that somehow did not meet the criteria for exclusion.
“I would be very interested in seeing this cool thing,” Krs’ktt said aloud as he walked to the edge of his work surface.
The human grinned and held up her datapad at about hip height. Krs’ktt felt the tension in the room drop dramatically. She had only brought back documentation. A few tentative sensory appendages poked out of the pool, paired black eyes peered out of the perch tree, and his traitorous kin edged to look down at what Human Friend Susan was showing him. He relaxed even further as he saw not the expected visual image recreation (nothing needed as many organs as the last carcass she had photographed had displayed) but only the standard data entry screen. He loosened his joints in relief and tilted his head to the side curiously.
“I am afraid I cannot recognize any pattern in this data set,” he said with an apologetic wave of his primary gripping leg. “Perhaps another biologist might-“
“No! No!” she interrupted with a laugh.
Krs’ktt fought back a wave of bristling annoyance.
“The metadata!” Human Friend Susan went on. “Look at that data point. I think it’s seventh from the bottom.”
“That is a data point,” Krs’ktt said.
Human Friend Susan laughed.
“It’s a numerical palindrome in the standard Core font!” she said.
She looked at him expectantly.
“What is a palindrome?” Krs’ktt asked.
“Oh,” Human Friend Susan blinked and her head tilted as she thought over her response. “It means the written item reads the same in both linear directions.”
Krs’ktt angled his primary eyes at the screen and tapped a knee joint thoughtfully.
“I do not see the pattern,” he finally said.
Human Friend Susan’s face wrinkled and she turned the screen to look at it.
“This one,” she said, touching the beginning of the indicated line.
“It is not symmetrical,” Krs’ktt pointed out.
“Leave out the punctuation,” Human Friend Susan suggested.
“It is still not symmetrical,” Krs’ktt argued. “Not that I can see. It has an odd number of digits.”
“Well just cut the central naught in half!” Human Friend Susan pressed.
The Undulates where all heaved out of the water now, waving their appendages attentively at the interaction. The Winged had taken to the air and were circling closer. Krs’ktt stretched out a bit and waved the Winged commander down.
“What do you thing Fifteenth Click?” he asked politely.
The amber Winged hovered in front of the screen a moment.
“I do not see this as symmetrical even with those specifications,” he said. “The tails on the threes alone would-“
“But aside from the little stuff!” Human Friend Susan interrupted.
Fifteenth Click and Krs’ktt glanced at each other curiously.
“We do not see the pattern Human Friend Susan,” Krs’ktt finally said with as much firmness as he could muster.
“Well it’s there,” Human Friend Susan said cheerfully. “I thought it was cool. Well ciao .”
She dropped the datapad in her hip pouch and strolled towards the kitchens.
“Cool,” Liftsgently spoke from the pool. “She uses the same designation for a single datapoint with an unusual pattern in the metadata as she does for a container full of fungal reanimated insect corpses.”
Krs’ktt stretched out his legs and returned to his work space as the common room fell into the usual noisy discussion that followed their human’s return.
