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 Humans are Weird - Confrontation


The warm sandy floor of the base slid under Commander Gudeon’s belly scutes as he sniffed down the corridor looking for whatever officer fulfilled the rank of base psychologists. The artificial radiation generators that provided both visible light and their ultraviolet needs made the sand and the rock of the walls sparkle warmly, invitingly. These hallways invited one to linger. They were a far cry from the unnaturally smooth flooring the humans preferred. Commander Gudeon felt, not for the first time, a roll of gratitude in his stomachs that the bipeds didn’t mind the sand flooring too much and only insisted on a few critical areas being slick enough to not interfere with their walking patterns. His thoughts cycled round to his primary goal and he sniffed the air, confirming that his target was in the next room. He pushed open the bizarrely tall door and nosed into the room.
“Medical Officer Garners,” Commander Gudeon began his sentence carefully, respectfully only to have it cut off like an impertinent weed.
“No!” Medical Officer Garners snapped, clicking his teeth together with an entirely unnecessary display of aggression.
Commander Gudeon blinked slowly at him and pondered his next move. The issue at claw was not one he felt he could ignore. Quite frankly he doubted anyone on the base, including the other humans, could ignore the massive biped swaying back and forth across the communications hub.
“No?” Commander Gudeon settled on a simple interrogative.
Medical Officer Garners had been on this base nearly since it’s inception. He had seen every one of the crew arrive and was solely responsible for their health. It would be both foolish and impertinent to question his judgment. A blatant display of a strong desire to learn however might both satisfy his uneasy curiosity and placate the medical officer’s clear irritation at the interruption.
Medical Officer Garners sighed and rubbed his clenched claws over his eye-ridges.
“No,” he said, but in a calmer tone and with no teeth clashing. “There are no aerial predators circling the base.”
Commander Gudeon blinked again as he tried to process that. Before he could respond Medical Officer Garners heaved an even deeper sigh and went on.
“I have checked and double checked the readouts. I had security check the readouts. I sent our keenest eyed human, that would be-” he checked a note he had scratched down beside his terminal, “Private Hersh around the mountain peak to check for aerial predators. Twice.”
Medical Officer Garners glared at Commander Gudeon defiantly as if expecting him to demand yet another scan and fully prepared to refuse to do one.
“Very well,” Commander Gudeon said slowly, cautiously, “that in the bin for the moment, I had a personnel question.”
It was now Medical Officer Garners turn to blink, and his glittering old eyes made the action more than a little comical. Commander Gudeon had to fight back an amused flick of his tongue. Whatever was itching the medical officer’s scales it wouldn’t do to antagonize the older and more experienced officer. Especially as this was Commander Gudeon’s first week on the new base. With a more tired sigh Medical Officer Garners gave a brief nod.
“What is your question?” he asked.
“I want to know what is distressing Private Evans,” he stated. “She is-”
“Pacing up and down the communications hub, yes, yes,” Medical Officer Garners said with a sigh. “I don’t know if I should be glad that you didn’t just lick the assumption about the flying predators or disturbed that you didn’t know that was a likely possibility yet.”
“But you just assured me that there were no flying-” Commander Gudeon began, more than a little confused.”
“Yes, yes,” Medical Officer Garners snapped, “but there might have been. You need to be mindful of that.”
“I believe that is the purpose of the armor we wear when we go out?” Commander Gudeon hazarded. “The scales with the spikes on the back, but I was inside all morning-”
“Private Evans is preparing for a confrontation with a superior officer,” Medical Officer Garners interjected. “The pacing, that lumbering back and forth like she is going to fall over is how she personally expends the excess stress hormones in order to calm herself enough to preform the stressful task.”
His piece said the medical officer turned back to whatever task he had been doing. Commander Gudeon ground that mass of information over in his teeth, setting the disturbing prevalence of avians large enough to eat you to the side for the moment. That was why they had humans after all.
“Is there some situation on the base that she finds unsafe?” he asked.
Medical Officer Garners glared at him a moment and then clicked his teeth in a negative.
“Did this superior offend her in any way?” Commander Gudeon tried again.
“She is applying for a merit based promotion,” Medical Officer Garners cut in.
Commander Gudeon frowned.
“Does the comman-” he began.
“The commanding officer has a perfectly smooth relationship with Private Evans,” Medical Officer Garners stated. “It is past due time that she applied for this promotion. It is nearly a given that she will receive the promotion. She is doing so at the explicit recommendation of various ranking officers. There is every reason to believe that the confrontation will be perfectly acceptable to both humans.”
“Then why is Private Evans-” Commander Gudeon tried to ask, but Medical Officer Garners whipped around and shoved his nostrils forcibly against the commander’s.
“I. Don’t. Know!” Medical Officer Garners snapped out.
Commander Gudeon crept back just a scale’s width and was relieved at least to see that Medical Officer Garners looked a little embarrassed. Commander Gudeon cleared his sinuses a bit too loudly.
“But you imply that her behavior has convinced the rest of the base that they are in danger of being eaten by predators,” he said, a shaft clicking into a gear in his mind.
“Her stress indicators are apparently the same for murderous avains and promotion interviews,” Medical Officer Garners stated with an exasperated flick of his tail.
“Should we confront her on the disturbance?” Commander Gudeon asked.
“That is your snort,” Medical Officer Garners stated. “I will say that this is her recognized stress coping mechanism and the deadline for submission is in a few hours so we shouldn’t have to deal with this for long.”
Commander Gudeon thought back to the sound of the pacing human’s footfalls filling the communications hub and gave a long sigh of his own. Medical Officer Garners gave a dry rattling chuckle.
“Welcome to a mixed species base hatching,” he said. “Settle in soon.”
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Kaiju No. 8 Chapter 62 Full Spoilers Review & Analysis They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait
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Doron Dororon Chapter 21 Review & Analysis Full Spoilers - Unexpectedly Mature
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 Humans are Weird – Victory


Notes the Passing Changes carefully observed the angle of the sunbeams that warmed the leaf-litter of his main mass. As soon as the angle passed thirty degrees from the horizon the larger motile species would be released from their duties in the College research outpost. He would have to have recalled at least forty percent of his working tendrils before that time if he wanted to avoid both disturbing them with his efforts and losing a percentage of his tendrils to crush or tear damage.
He calculated the amount of iron rich leaves he had pulled over the north quarter of the orchard. That process was going slower than he had anticipated. The iron rich leaves from the native trees had the exact mass the Shatar expedition had calculated, however Notes the Passing Changes had grossly overestimated how fast he could move them with his tendrils.
The decayed general biomass he was gathering for his winter’s dormancy was coming along much faster. The leaves and sticks skittered over the surface of the detritus layer quickly, however he was losing a significant portion to wind.
With a half satisfied sigh Notes the Passing Changes shifted his attention to making sure the walking paths for the ground based sapients were clear of derbies and began shifting tendrils together to from his socialization mass. As was the trend of things since his spore forms had landed on this planet he found himself eager to interact with the lumber humans, the skittering Shatar, and the undulating Undulates. He appreciated the many and diverse tree plants the other species had gifted him with. Those rare moments when a human would pause and mulch with him were delightful in ways he had never experienced before. However he also found himself regretting the quiet seasons he had lived on the planet alone before the others had arrived. He had had so much time to arrange every element of his well known, albeit simplistic, systems and then to ponder over all the changes he observed. Now, he hadn’t time to finish one alteration before a human was suggesting, or inadvertently causing another. Their constant habit of adding nitrogen to the system without though or reason was particularly aggravating.
“Still, this is the price one pays for sapient company,” Notes the Passing Changes stated as he practiced using his vocal tendrils.
The steady double beat of approaching humans vibrated through the ground and Notes the Passing Changes arranged his biomass into a pleasant expression. Shiny green leaves for eyes. A movable opening for a mouth. He flexed the cable like tendrils he formed for gripping and lifting in the rudimentary arms he was able to form. He wasn’t really as skilled as his progenitors on his last world had been. He had faint memories of a line relative who had been able to make a very realistic Shatar form out of sticks and had even managed to match their pheromones. However he found that the humans local to this planet appreciated his “mulch monster” form as they called it. Though there was some debate among the local population if there was anything actually pleasant about his appearance, or if the local children having grown up with it were simply desensitized to any horror.
“Hey Notes!” an eager voice called out. “Are the apples ready?”
Notes the Passing Changes carefully rotated his body and waved one of his “arms” at the two approaching humans.
Sandy and Pat were a young pair of the local population who, according to their seniors, had just initiated the primary human courtship ritual. The frequently came to wander and mulch in his main orchard and Notes the Passing Changes had grown quite fond of them both.
“Yes,” he confirmed, lifting the corners of his “mouth” in a smile. “There is one tree on the south side of the orchard near the storage shed that has many human ripe apples.”
“How is your early windfall collection going?” Pat asked as they passed his main body with a nod.
“Quite well,” Notes the Passing Changes said, sending his voice to follow them as he slowly shifted his main mass. “I am distributing the sugars to the Shatar beanpod vines.”
“That should give them a good start on next year,” Sandy observed.
“Hopefully by using the excess fruit sugars I will be able to harvest the beanpods next year,” Notes the Passing Changes said as he sent his voice along with them.
He intended to follow along with his main mass however Fifth Botanist came trotting down a path chittering frantically about the zinc content of the nursery gardens. The head horticultural expert from University was striding along in the north quadrant and Notes the Passing Changes was fairly sure he had missed something important about drainage in the north fields once the surface water froze over. A scamper of human children were frolicking dangerously close to a nest of tender saplings. Notes the Passing Changes weighed his priorities. His decision made he hunkered his main mass down and sent the majority of his attention over to frolic with the children. The horticultural expert seemed to need to talk, and Fifth Botanist only needed his voice to guide him to the proper herb beds.
By the time he had exhausted the children with leaf piles, far away from the tender saplings, Fifth Botanist had gathered his herbs and the horticultural expert had wandered out of his hearing. Several dozen more beings had arrived of course but none of them appeared to need more than a fraction of his attention and he happily pulled his tendrils back to his main biomass and began the steady shuffle to the south where Pat and Sandy appeared to be rearranging the contents of the storage shed rather than mulching contentedly as he had expected. Notes the Passing Changes felt his curiosity quicken as he drew near.
Sandy had apparently left the orchard, from the vibrations in the ground at no slow pace, and Pat was dropping heavy things in the dense leaf-litter around the tree with the ripest apples. Notes the Passing Changes was aware of what Pat was doing. There were the crates used to ship large quantities of undamaged apples. There was the old ladder. However it wasn’t until Pat was actively climbing the pile of equipment that Notes the Passing Changes felt a qualm of uneasy. He didn’t know much about structural integrity. He was far from being the physics expert his line relative of the Shatar shape was, but he was fairly certain that the loose leaf litter was not a stable base for any structure.
Therefore he was hardly surprised when, just as Pat reached the levels of the middling branches, the whole structure toppled over. Pat fell into the leaf mulch with a yelp, the majority of the human’s mass disappearing under the soft mass. Notes the Passing Changes finally made his way up the to legs and arms sticking out of the detritus and considered the situation. His tendrils under the leaves told him that Pat was breathing evenly and Pat’s heart-rate was gradually slowing down to its normal pace. Pat’s hormone profile tasted of triumph and adrenaline with faint and dissipating traces of panic.
Notes the Passing Changes heaved his mass up, and extended a poking stick from his arm. He arranged his face leaves into a concerned expression and gently prodded Pat’s center of mass with the stick.
Pat twitched.
“Sandy said I wouldn’t be able to get it!” Pat burst out in a rush.
“What did Sandy say you would not be able to get?” Notes the Passing Changes asked.
There was a rustle in the leaves as Pat punched a hand up out of the leaf-mulch. Hormones flushed with pride and triumph, the human displayed the particularly human ripe apple to Notes the Passing Changes face.
“And where is Sandy?” Notes the Passing Changes asked.
“Sandy went to get the tall picking ladder,” Pat explained. “I can’t wait to show this when Sandy gets back!”
“I see,” Notes the Passing Changes said. “Do you require assistance altering your position?”
There was a long moment as Pat’s pheromones began to be touched with pain signals.
“Nah,” Pat finally said. “I’ll just mulch here till Sandy gets back.”  

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 Humans are Weird – Improper Use of Pillows


The morning light drifted down through the canopy of the garden and scattered over the glowing white net that was rapidly growing up from the dancing fingers of the First and Second Fathers of the local hive. Their First Grandfather was settled comfortably on a garden couch, itself woven from some living vine, and was offering occasional instruction. The visiting human Matron, accompanied by a tangle of her students, had folded herself down beside him on the ground and was observing with interest while her charges had scampered off to fetch the components of the complex meals the humans shared on common with the Shatar and the Winged. Above them the fluttering of the Winged added a constant soft music as they added the experimental pattern to the weave.
Rollscomfortably shifted her own grip on the weave that was drifting down from where she perched half in, half out of the deep irrigation canal. Below her several of her fellow colonists were busily chanting an old weaving shanty as they finished the coral guard in a simple and easy pattern. The upper half was something of a tangle as they had tried to mimic the, unquestionably beautiful, pattern the joint Shatar-Winged effort was producing. Despite their best efforts replicating the two-dimensional pattern that represented various native flying predators had produced only rather comical lumps in the thicker strands of the coral netting. Then they had tried replicating the concept with representations of aquatic predators, which had resulted in slightly longer comical lumps in the netting, and about a third of the way down they had given up and simply begun weaving a simple coral growth pattern. The underwater weavers had come to a curve and were redirecting the weave, something that took more than usual concentration, but they finished the direction change and one of the gestured up at Rollscomfortably.
“Are the winged and the Shatar still having that argument about the sleeping girl?” Prodscarefully asked.
Rollscomfortably shifted her attention and listened to the conversation.
“-dislocated joints are nothing to snuffle at!” one of the Winged was chittering excitedly. “I’ve been grounded myself with spinal misalignment.”
“That was a bad one,” another voice piped up.
“He couldn’t fly for weeks!”
“But the compression that causes joint misalignment is so glaringly obvious. I think we can trust a nearly grown human to avoid something that causes direct pain.”
“Yes,” Rollscomfortably confirmed. “It seems that First Father and Second Father are waiting out the current flutter of excitement in the flight before they reply.”
“Is the human podling still showing the contested behavior?” Prodscarefully asked.
Rollscomfortably took some nice wet appendages and waved them to catch the light coming from the young human’s direction. Under a particularly old trunk the human Matron had set some cushions for the one student who had not been feeling well. The Matron had explained it as some cyclic internal hormonal imbalance and had let the young one rest while the others had gone off of the errand. When the human had first sat down she had sat much as the Matron sat, with her limbs stiffly folded, but the young one had quickly shifted positions and was no only nominally on the cushion. One leg was bent behind her, one arm was curled around the cushion, her head lolled back against the roots of the great vine trunk and soft, rhythmic sounds came from her head. The cushion she was clutching showed traces where her powerful teeth had jaws had gripped it for some unfathomable reason as if she had been chewing food.
“She is,” Rollscomfortably said. “I really think she looks quite comfortable.”
“Don’t forget her joints,” Prodscarefully reminded her. “At least I think it is the joints that cause the issue. At least that is where the fluid constriction is supposed to happen according to the fisherman who visits our coves.”
“There is nothing constraining her,” Rollsscomfortably observed.
“Never mind the human girl!” called up Pushes along from deep below. “The argument is the interesting thing!”
Rollscomfortably dutifully turned her attention to where First and Second Father were now speaking in tandem. One tossing out a thought after the other.”
“It is more than just damage to the joints one has to consider,” First Father was saying.
“There is the propriety of the matter!” Second Father insisted.
“Of course it all goes back to joint health in the end,” First Father corrected himself.
“And cardiovascular health,” Second Father added, his antenna twitching with excitement.
“Most issues of propriety do go back to health at their first causes.”
“But one must consider the propriety too.”
“Always.”
“But what does propriety have to do with sleeping position?” a Winged demanded.
“Slovenly habits reflect badly on the discipline of the hive!”
“And on the genetics of the hive!”
Rollscomfortably listened attentively. Fortunately her part in the net weaving required little more than anchoring the top of the net in the general area of the rock she was half perched on, leaving plenty of appendages free to either dip back into the water to hydrate or to wave about catching the sound, or to vibrate her translation down to her workmates.
“Why are the Shatar and the Winged so excited about this,” wondered Prodscarefully. “It is hardly more than an academic curiosity at best, and a bit of needless prodding at worst.”
“Gossip,” Rollscomfortably offered. “The humans call it nosey gossip.”
Here workmates hummed in interest over the new word as the debate raged on until the rest of the girls came trooping back carrying preposterous volumes of liquid and solid foodstuffs. The Matron rose to busy herself with the preparation and orderly dispersal of the food while the various net weavers left their work to help.
Rollscomfortably kept her attention on the sleeping human girl for a few moments longer. The human twitched at the noise and chemical clouds of nutrient scent that wafted through the air. Rollscomfortably had been told that one of the reasons land dwelling species heated their food was to create these scent clouds. They did seem to effectively summon the girl out of her dormancy phase. Her limbs slowly realigned themselves, causing her to topple over and slump on the ground. There was a moment of scrambling that clearly indicated at least partly numbed appendages accompanied by muttering as she finally gripped the trunk of the vine to pull herself upright and twisted her head around to direct her binocular vision in search of the source of the smells.
“Food!” the girl happily called out as she trotted towards her companions.
“Well,”Rollscomfortably, “both joints and propriety aside it seems that despite the fears of the Winged and Shatar the girl suffered no harm from improperly using her pillows.”
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