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​ Humans are Weird – Imaginative

“Art is subjective,” Twenty-Three Trills observed uneasily as Forty-fifth Flap licked his winghook and turned the next page in the massive sketch book.
“Not that subjective Forty-fifth Flap muttered as the page eased down in the thick atmosphere with a soft susurration of plant fibers gliding over each other.
“These creatures surely cannot exist,” Twenty-Three Trills insisted as he stared down in horror at the multiple rows of teeth.
There was a massive tongue, not quite like a humans, but Human Friend Jenna had made sure to draw the details down to the rough taste buds. It was ringed by jagged teeth, each roughly the shape of a winghook, clearly designed to rend flesh. The horrific part was how many rings of teeth there were. Some were fully extended from the gums, damaged and falling out. Some were just beginning to protrude.
Unconsciously Twenty-Three Trills ran his own thin tongue over his nice thin teeth, needle nommers, the humans called them, arranged in evenly spaced rows.
“Why would Human Friend Jenna spend so much time sketching creatures that don’t exist?” Forty-fifth Flap asked as he took an image of the page with his multi-tool.
Twenty-Three Trills shrugged.
“Art,” he offered again. “I have an aunt in my home-flight who decorates our family tree with all kinds of winged insects that look nothing like they do in real life.”
“Isn’t she the one you say uses scraps from the utility-harness manufacturing plant your uncle runs though?” Forty-fifth Flap asked.
“What are you sounding at?” Twenty-Three Trills asked.
“Your aunt’s imaginary creatures are the result of applying a medium that imposes restrictions on her art,” Forty-fifth Flap explained as he laboriously turned another page and took another image. “There are no restrictions at all in this simple drawing format.
Twenty-Three Trills gave a vague grunt at that and turned his attention to the drawings. Forty-fifth Flap was a scraping good scout but once he got started on the details of whatever art he was considering he would talk until your sensory horns went numb. Twenty-Three Trills was beginning to regret mentioning his artistic aunt. This page of the human’s sketch journal showed the creature in profile. There was a humans sketched in for scale.
“Those animals can’t exist,” Twenty-Three Trills said firmly. “Look at it’s size! Those are clearly terrestrial limbs and nothing gets that large in a gaseous atmosphere. The surface to volume ratio is just too skewed. The only question would be would it overheat to death before it achieved peak toxicity and died from toxin overload.”
“It might be aquatic,” Forty-fifth Flap said as he turned another page. “Look, here we see it coming out of the water. Those fins might be for heat diffusion.”
“Even if it is from a planet with low gravity to explain the size,” Twenty-Three Trill objected, “and high atmospheric pressure to provide enough of its primary gas, and it has a way to diffuse heat it can’t get around the toxin load-”
He cut off as the next page turned and the Forty-fifth Flap gave a soft trill of astonishment. The lower limbs were not finished in the sketch. The creature, imaginary or real had his head turned to look over his shoulder. The lines around the dorsal fins radiated in a way to imply they were generating light. It’s gaping maw full of teeth was wide open and a beam of light was blazing out at some target in the far background. Twenty-Three Trills squinted at the target.
“Is that an insect?” he demanded. “The legs and wings would indicate-”
“This must be how it releases excess heat,” Forty-fifth Flap said with a happy click.
“That isn’t real!” Twenty-Three Trills snapped. “Look at the insect! There is no way that wing structure could be that large! The gravitational force alone on the circulatory system-”
“Quite, quite,” Forty-fifth Flap muttered with an absent wave of his wing as the page turned again. “Here are the ones I wanted.”
“Oh,” Twenty-Three Trills looked at the new page with a faint feeling of weak wind. “Those are just studies of humans.”
“Yes,” Forty-fifth Flap said, rustling his wings happily as he began taking images of the sketches. “My cousin Seventh Flap told me that Human Friend Jenna did excellent human sketches. The art style emphasizes neo-natal features a bit but the over emphasis of the muscle structure is very useful for studying human anatomy.”
“I see,” Twenty-Three Trills dropped his chin down on his crossed winghooks and admired the drawings. “They are extremely accurate, though I must say that most humans I know would not be as flexible as the humans in these pictures.”
“Over emphasizing flexibility is a hallmark of art,” Forty-fifth Flap said. “In every species except the Gathering I believe. If you have joints the art shows the maximum use, not the average, especially studies like this.”
“That makes sense,” Twenty-Three Trills agreed. “Practice has to be a bit disassociated from reality.”
He paused and wrinkled his nose however as more pages of studies in human movement were turned in front of him. Forty-fifth Flap finally noticed his silence and glance up at him from the bench where he was examining the sketch book.
“What is bothering you now?” Forty-fifth Flap asked his nose frills bouncing in amusement, “we know humans are real.”
“The ears,” Twenty-Three Trills said slowly. “Not all of them, but some of them are … oddly shaped.”
Forty-fifth Flap glanced down at a crouching human and his head tilted to the side.
“While I have never seen humans with ears that shape I have heard that it happens,” he said.
“And there are marking on the face and sometimes the arms,” Twenty-Three Trills stated.
“Is Human Friend Jenna depicting their stripes?” Forty-fifth Flap asked.
“The markings are not stripes on the sketches and don’t follow the real patterns that the Undulates describe,” Twenty-Three Trills said. “None of this is completely out of range of human variability, especially if you take personal adornment into account, but it is odd that these elements are so concentrated.”
“I sound your meaning,” Forty-fifth Flap agreed. “The most common marking seems to be these vertical, triangular stripes on their cheeks. I have never seen any human decorate their faces like that.”
“Perhaps it is a technical marker?” Twenty-Three Trills hazarded. “Something to indicate something relevant to the physical position of the subject?”
“Unlikely,” Forty-Fifth Flap said. “It would be more prominently displayed and many of these are quite hidden. This is curious. I have never seen this in any other human art style.”
“What style of art did your cousin say Human Friend Jenna practiced?” Twenty-Three Trills asked.
“I can’t remember at the moment,” Forty-fifth Flap said. “It originated in some geographically isolated area so it is distinct from the general drift of the two dimensional art humans produce.”
“Curious,” Twenty-Three Trills observed. “Do remember to tell me when you ask Human Friend Jenna about it.”
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 Humans are Weird – Wave Rider


“Gust incoming!” came the distant shout from one of the humans down the massive canyon.
Gst’ck paused in her lecture and tucked her body close down to the lichen covered rock she and her cluster of graduate students were perched on. The group fell silent as the ever present canyon wind suddenly increased from it’s constant whispering to a brief roar. Gst’ck felt the resulting pressure difference pushing her up and clung to the rock. It was highly unlikely that the wind would lift her mass but she had to set a good example for her students. The cluster likewise twitched and the wind surged over their fuzzy heads. It finally died down leaving their auditory membranes ringing with lingering vibrations.
Gst’ck was about to resume her measurements on the teal lichen that she was considering for domestication in their colonies in the roots above the canyon when one of her graduate students clicked an absently polite inturption.
“Yes Tsc’ss?” Gst’ck asked without really turning her attention away from the lichen.
“What are the humans doing?” Tsc’ss asked, holding up a clairifier in the direction of the mammals in question+.
Gst’ck fought down a massive shrug of annoyance. As she expected everyone of her graduate students was now turned to focus down the canyon towards the docks where the humans’ submarines surfaced to the their crews out for light and air. Gst’ck didn’t know what the humans were doing. She quite frankly didn’t care what the humans were doing. Their researches into the mining potential of the canyons and caverns were no doubt productive for the colony and the system in general, but had no effect whatsoever on her own work. Still, the web like all encompassing curiosity of a fuzzy young grad student was something to be harnessed and trained, not suppressed.
“What do you observe?” Gst’ck asked without looking up from her sample.
“The humans are gathering at the end of the wave riding bridge,” one stated, taking the clarifier and studying the situation.
“They all look very excited,” another offered.
Gst’ck was about to inquire how they determined excitement in a bipedal mammal but another student interjected.
“Their large motor movements are faster and shorter than usual,” he said, “and their voices have risen in pitch and frequency.”
“It is only the dock crews,” another clarified. “There are no subs docked at the moment.”
“They are arranging themselves in some specific order.”
“They are flexing their muscles. That means they are preparing for sudden movement, not bracing for impact.”
“The windbore!”
The careful observations broke down into chitterings of stress and excitement that finally suceeded in pulling Gst’ck away from her work. She stalked over to the student holding the clairifier.
“Do remember that these humans are trained professionals and will not stupidly endanger themselves,” she reminded them as she took the device.
There was an uneasy chitter of agreement as she studied the situation. The wind-bore was indeed seeming to menace the humans on the dock. The high wind-gusts in the canyon, coming on top of the steady, constant breeze created a long series of tall wave-crests that bore down the canyons. It was thanks to these unpredictable and powerful surges that the Trisk science teams had to limit themselves to these high ledges, far from the water’s edge.
The humans, sturdier and more endothermic had simply built their docks to withstand the bore waves and trained to work around them. On of the modifications they had insisted was necessary was one wave-riding bridge from one dock to another. This bridge consisted of individual floats that were connected with cables and rested on the water’s surface. The design did indeed negate much of the stress caused by the waves but the design had always struck Gst’ck as impractical. She could not conceive how the bipeds, always on the verge of falling over, could hope to use the bridge during the bore-waves. It looked like she was about to get her answer. The humans were clustered at the end of the wave riding bridge. Her students had described the situation well. The bore wave struck the end of the bridge and the structure began to undulate. With a resounding whoop from his massive lungs the leading human rushed out onto the bridge. He made it nearly a quarter of the way across before falling off into the cold waters of the canyon.
Frantic chittering broke out from her students and Gst’ck raised a griping appendage sternly to silence them.
“How are the other humans reacting?” she demanded.
There was a long pause as her students considered this question.
“They are laughing,” one observed.
“Another human has already replaced him on the bridge.”
“She fell into.”
“None of the other humans are offering to aid them.”
“The fallen ones appear to be laughing as well.”
“They are swimming for the soft dock.”
“The first humans is running back to the main cluster.”
“They have formed a queue.”
“Not all of the humans are participating.”
The cluster fell silent to mull over these observations and Gst’ck handed the clairifier back to it’s owner with a profoundly fatalistic shrug. Below them human after human was hurtling themselves across the undulating wave riding bridge in what appeared to be an utterly futile attempt to get across it. It was obvious that this was some bizarre from of play behavior. There was nothing at the other end of the bridge to tempt them and their dingy was conveniently docked beside the main cluster of humans.
Gst’ck knew very well that her own cluster of highly educated University graduates was not going to achieve anything more practical than processing this display of hubris and endothermy on the part of the humans. She might as well pack up her tools and return to her mobile office while they observed the cacophony on the docks. She had several grant proposals to write, and something productive might as well be accomplished.

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Kaiju No. 8 - Children at War - Friends Sticking Together and Kaiju Mirroring Art

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 Humans are Weird – I Just Can’t Anymore


“I can’t!”
The wild mammalian wail resounded through the vines of the recovery garden and First Father set his mandibles in a fixed but hopefully soothing angle to meet this newest bit of madness.
“I just can’t anymore!”
“First Sister?” he said in the Mother language.
His eldest daughter, just finishing her second adult molt stood from where she had been trimming the seeds pods and wiped her hands briskly clean on her apron.
“That is Second Geologist isn’t it?” she asked, tilting her head, already half again as broad as his own, to catch the sound on her long antenna.
“Yes,” he replied absently as his fingers ran up and down seed pod he was examining, feeling the firmness of the fruit within. “Second Geologist is participating in the avian rescue operations in a volunteer capacity.”
“Should I call one of the Aunts with medical clearance?” she asked. Fifth Aunt is very good with humans.”
“I doubt this is a medical issue,” First Father said, letting his antenna curl with amusement. “You can no doubt meet the situation.”
First Sister clicked in agreement and trotted off to see what was the matter. She was gone for several shadow passes and First Father was vaguely aware of the near rhythmic rising and falling of the humans distress calls as Second Geologist explained whatever had disturbed her sense of self control to First Sister. Finally the sounds faded away down the path towards the waste disposal area and First Sister came trotting back with a rather perplexed twitch to one antenna. First Father automatically reached out to sooth the antenna.
“And what was all the flutter about?” he asked.
First Sister hesitated, and carefully tied her apron on before beginning to speak.
“You are aware that the cold bite we had several days ago was a millennium freeze,” she said slowly.
“And what is that?” he asked.
She angled her head in slight annoyance at him, smelling a lesson prompting, but didn’t challenge him directly.
“This world is prone to freezing,” she began, “dropping down below the freezing point of water I mean-”
“The whole world!” First Father said, deliberately stiffening his psudo-frill in a look of shock.
“The parts of the world that are-” she hesitated, clearly struggling with the word habitable, “that are where we like to live are prone to freezes.”
“Usually it doesn’t get cold enough to kill the avians that live out in the water meadows,” she went on, “but every thousand years or so it does. Get cold enough to kill them.”
“All of them?” First Father demanded.
“Gets cold enough to kill a lot of the weaker ones,” she amended as she went back to trimming the seedpods. “That’s why we sent out a call for so many volunteers to help care for the hatchlings.”
“What hatchlings now?” First Father asked.
“You know what hatchlings!” First Sister protested.
First Father cocked his head at her sternly.
“But I need to learn to communicated,” First Sister amended.
She drew in a long breath and focused.
“The avians that live in the watermeadows,” she said slowly, “the swimming ones, lay their eggs and hatch them at the end of the freeze cycle. Usually, it does not get cold enough to endanger the mated pairs who care for the eggs. A few nights ago it did get cold enough and many of the adults died, but they managed to protect their eggs and hatchlings.”
She clicked her mandibles as she worked over what was important enough to include in the retelling.
“Usually we wouldn’t touch the vine patterns outside of our gardens,” she finally decided on, “but the avians will make good domesticated animals and we want a lot of them alive. So if we let these hatchlings die it will mean there won’t be enough for us to gather for our gardens this year and next year. So Aunts are going out and gathering all the hatchlings of the avians that died and making sure they survive to breed next season.”
“Very good!” First Father said, reaching out to pat her head. “That was very understandable! Now, what did that have to do with the human’s distress call?”
First Sister shot an odd look in the direction the human had gone. Her mandibles worked as she thought over the situation she had diffused.
“Humans have a-” she struggled with a word, “very big hatchling brain part.”
First Father couldn’t keep back a click of amusement at that description of the human’s overdeveloped neonatal programming.
“Second Engineer, claimed that hers was over acting and that if she kept trying to feed, and clean, and provide medical care for the hatchlings she would endanger them,” First Sister explained.
“Did she fear that her fingers would fail her?” First Father asked feeling more curious now.
“No,” First Sister said slowly. “It was very, very much a brain thing.”
“A hatchling brain part thing?” First Father asked.
First Sister clicked in agreement. “She said that the hatchlings, especially the ones who had not grown in their adult feathers, were just, ‘too cute’ and if she stayed around them she couldn’t help snuggling them.”
“Mammalian snuggling is very dangerous for pre-domestication avians,” First Father observed.
“She knows that,” First Sister said. “That is why she gave up in the middle of the day. She said the cute was just too much and she couldn’t take it anymore.”
“And how did you resolve the situation?” First Father asked.
“I sent her down to where Fifth Aunt is directing the disposal of the plants killed by the freeze,” First Sister answered. “There is no danger there.”
The garden fell silent as they mused over this.
“Perhaps you should call First Observer in,” First Father finally suggested.
“I will if you think its a good idea,” First Sister said obediently, “but what will that do.”
“First Observer keeps a canine companion with him for protection and moral support,” First Father said. “That should give Second Engineer an outlet for her very big hatchling brain part.”
“I do wish you would tell me what the real word is,” First Sister clicked a bit sullenly.
“You know how to work the dictionary database,” First Father said with an amused set to his antenna, “now go back to the main hive and radio for First Observer.”
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 Humans are Weird – I Sits


Tasting the Waves was patiently explaining to the seventh concerned Shatar that his situation was perfectly hygienic, that the presence of the mass of mammalian matter would not pose any danger to her small cousins, that he had every confidence that his symbotes could easily contain any harmful microbial growth. He had hardly expected his choice to retain the matter for observation would have caused such concern among the families that came to bask in the specific mineral concentrations of the shore where he lived. However he had hardly begun his observations when the first – a stern Third Cousin from a nearby hive – had approached his well marked speaking nodule and had demanded an audience on sanitary issues. The first one had been confusing and had not gone in such a way as to engender friendship with his motile neighbors. However he believed that he was growing more effective with each confrontation.
This particular Second Brother was a member of a Shatar line that seemed to have favored flashy patterning that pleasantly resembled leaves on a forest floor. Splotches of red mingled with lines of green in a way that almost resembled human camouflage. Tasting the Waves had several thought nodes dedicated to admiring his outer membrane while the greater portion touched his fears and tried to redirect them.
“How do you propose,” he was currently demanding, “to manage keeping airborne particles controlled? It is very damp today. It is even starting to rain!”
“That is a circumstance of great benefit to our mutual goals,” Tasting the Waves assured him. “The general downward motion of the water and the lowered temperature will make spreading of microbes, or even non-viable toxic matter, far less likely. Moreover the resulting runoff and draining tends to draw the biomatter out into the ocean-”
“But you are actively capturing and holding much of the runoff in your extremities!” protested the Second Brother.
“I would hesitated to apply the word much,” objected Tasting the Waves, “and such a motile species as yourself should easily be able to avoid the areas that I store what I do capture in. They are clearly marked-”
“Clearly marked as the prime play areas for my sisters!” the Second Brother protested. “How will we complete our exterior training if the only places that are not covered in razor grass are -”
“Second Brother,” a deeper, calmer voice addressed the excited Shatar.
The smaller Shatar immediately fell silent and tilted his antenna respectfully at the massive female who approached. Tasting the Waves had lived on this planet for most of his current memory and had over long seasons learned to judge the ages of at least the Shatar very well. This was First Sister to the Second Brother, but she was far, far older than him. Tasting the Waves rather suspected that there had been something unusual in the birth order of the local hive, some interruption on the normal progression of reproduction, but every question he had put forth had been politely but firmly redirected so he had eventually stopped asking.
“I think we can trust that Tastes the Wave won’t poison us Second Brother,” First Sister said.
“But!” Second Brother protested.
First Sister clicked soothingly and reached out to run a rough hand over his head between his antenna.
“Peace,” she said in a firm tone. “You will go down and direct the younger sisters through the safe areas. Keep the microbe sampler out if you feel uneasy. It is a simple thing to-what is distracting you?”
Second Brother had suddenly twitched his antenna and tilted his head to the side, his pseudo-frill rapidly changing color. First Sister altered her position as well and Tastes the Waves spent some time determining their new concentration vector. It was out towards the beech where the mammalian mass rested on the sand. Tastes the Waves adjusted his focus to the fibers under that area and felt a ripple of surprise.
“What are the humans doing?” First Sister asked as the watched the human hatchlings rapidly approaching the decaying mass of mammalian matter.
“Hive Smithe organized an outing with the mid-growth stages today,” Second Brother offered curling his antenna in unease. “We were to meet them on the beach and exchange out-garden survival techniques. That is Third Brother Smithe and First Brother Lee. They are-”
He paused and licked his eyes uneasily.
“I didn’t think that human microbe resistance was quite as high as this behavior indicates,” he said, glancing down at Tastes the Waves.
“It is,” Tastes the Waves confirmed. “There are many professions where humans handle decaying mammal material. However I had assumed the human disgust reaction would not permit them to get so close.”
“You know Smith Hive better than I do Second Brother,” First Sister said. “Dose their Third Brother have an underdeveloped disgust reaction?”
“His is rather over developed in my opinion,” Second Brother observed.
They watched in fascination as the humans rushed up to the dead animal that was the cause of their contention. With his extended tendrils Taste the Waves could hear the humans chatting and laughing over something. The noise continued as they dropped down onto the carcass as if it was a garden seat. There was a brief moment of silence where the humans’ mass sank down into the decaying flesh, before they propelled themselves into the air with yowls of disgust and horror and rushed back to where the rest of their party appeared to be unloading foodstuffs from their vehicle.
“That explains the behavior,” Tastes the Waves said in a cheerful tone. “They did not see the carcass.”
“But they must have seen it,” Second Brother protested. “They made it their goal!”
“They thought it was a fragment of a dead tree,” Tastes the Waves explained as he was able to extrapolate what he had heard of their conversation.
Second Brother’s antenna curled in irritation.
“I know their eyesight is better than that!” he protested.
“It is odd,” First Sister interjected smoothly. “Why don’t you go investigate?”
Second Brother turned and scrambled down the path, clicking rapidly to himself.
“They couldn’t just not notice the mammal body,” he grumbled.
First Sister let her frill glow with amusement and offered a brief thanks to Tastes the Waves before she followed her brother.  

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Hey! The books are moving well on Amazon and now have 180 reviews and ratings! If you bought the book and enjoyed it, it would really help me out if you leave a quick star rating on Amazon. A review would be great but just stars would be a huge boost *****!
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QUICK NOTE: RE: everyone who asked. The book is avaliable in Amazon regions US-UK-DE-FR-ES-IT-NL-JP-BR-CA-MX-AU-IN. HOWEVER The above link only takes you to the US Amazon site. The one indicated by the .com ending. If it says "not avaliable in your country" that just means that you need to click over to your Amazon region.


Of course if you want a signed first edition you can email me at the email on my website and I can ship you a signed Author copy of the first edition for the same price as the crowdfunding campaign $35 domestic and $60 overseas. I'll do that until I run out of extra books.
AMAZON

Kaiju No. 8 Chapter 59 Full Spoiler Review & Analysis – Reno is Sill Sus - And It's All Glorious
Youtube
https://youtu.be/LVINr-RSVj4 
BitChute
https://www.bitchute.com/channel/k0wdeUrkiAVn/
Odysee
https://odysee.com/@BettyAdams:5/kaiju-no.-8-chapter-59-full-spoiler:0?r=AQH1AfMmN568JRaGiVh8NfEQkJMuioqW
Rumble
https://rumble.com/c/c-1429014
Veoh
https://www.veoh.com/watch/v142189239TK4mGree

#ShonenJump #Manga #renoichikawa #HikariShinomiya #KN6

Please go and leave a new rating and review on my 2nd book! 
Amazon! 
Barnes & Noble
Walmart
Powell's Books
Google Play Books
Kobo By Rakuten
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What does it mean when your human friend says “Watch This?”? Why does this simple phrase seem to terrify any alien that has first appendage experience with humans? #HFY #HumansAreWeird #HumansAreSpaceOrcs #EarthIsADeathWorld #EarthIsSpaceAustralia


Hey! The books are moving well on Amazon and now have 180 reviews and ratings! If you bought the book and enjoyed it, it would really help me out if you leave a quick star rating on Amazon. A review would be great but just stars would be a huge boost *****!
​

QUICK NOTE: RE: everyone who asked. The book is avaliable in Amazon regions US-UK-DE-FR-ES-IT-NL-JP-BR-CA-MX-AU-IN. HOWEVER The above link only takes you to the US Amazon site. The one indicated by the .com ending. If it says "not avaliable in your country" that just means that you need to click over to your Amazon region.


Of course if you want a signed first edition you can email me at the email on my website and I can ship you a signed Author copy of the first edition for the same price as the crowdfunding campaign $35 domestic and $60 overseas. I'll do that until I run out of extra books.
AMAZON