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Humans are Weird - Rants

5/27/2024

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Humans are Weird - Rants

Vise adjusted his sunhat and licked his gums thoughtfully. He was fully hydrated, it was just hot out in the middle of the grain field. He heaved a sigh and idly grubbed thought the vines of the ground cover until he found a ripe bean pod to set in the gap where a new tooth was growing in. He idly mashed the bean pod between his gums as he turned his attention back towards the tail-tip width gap between the main drive bar of the tractor and the thresher bars. It was still to far up in the machines for his own, reasonably long forelimbs to reach, and he still had to wait for the humans to lumber their way out across the pasture on foot to fix it. He had just managed to pop the bean pod without using his teeth when the ground began to rhythmically vibrate indicating the presence of two humans and the sound of one voice filled the air.

“...every year of their life. Stole the food out of the refrigeration unit! When Mom would say anything about it Dad would just say that-”
“Is that you Vise?” Aiden’s smoother, younger voice called out.
“Where do you see him?” The rougher voice asked, a new human Vise didn’t know, presumably Adien’s father from context.
Vise rose from the ground where he had been resentfully eyeing the gap between the machine parts and stood on his hind legs. It didn’t get his eyes high enough to see the approaching humans through the tall grass mix, the beige hard grain heads and the red stigmas and anthers of the other species made remarkably good camouflage for the tall mammals, but it allowed them to see him.
“There he is,” Aiden’s voice called, is what was clearly meant to be a cheerful voice but seemed rather strained to Vise.
Vise felt an instinctive stir of unease in his gut. It was hard to forget that these were predators when they spotted him like that. The grass rustled harder and their shadows blocked out the hot sun as the humans hove into view. Aiden waved and stomped towards the tractor.
“This the problem?” the younger human asked quickly instead of stopping to introduce his father.
Vise rather wondered at that, Aiden was somewhat infamous for being unfailingly gregarious, as was his father by reputation. At the other end of his tail it was hot out here and even the famous mammalian endothermy had its limits.
“The pin broke,” Vise explained waving the replacement pin in his claws. “Can’t replace it till the bars are aligned, can’t align the bars with these.”
He waved his forelimbs demonstratively. Aiden grunted and began the slow process of folding his body down, bending at the knees, hips, and tilting his torso and head over to peer under the machine.
“Da’ if you can get down on the other side and brace the bar there?” Aiden asked.
His father gave a grunt of agreement and began a much slower, louder, with far more grunting, popping of joints, and groaning process of folding himself down on the side of the machine with Vise. Vise studies the flushed face of the human and tried to scent the air subtly. Aiden, who he knew fairly well, had a tense look to him. The way the human tended to look when quietly enduring too cold weather in the morning, or drizzling rain. Meanwhile his father’s face was flushed and his face muscles twitched in a way that indicated some strong emotion.
They both reached under the machine and gripping the respective parts used their bare hands to shove them together. Vise slid the pin into its slot and they gave the newly attached joint a few experimental tugs before standing and stepping back so the machine could resume its function. There was a clicking and a whirring as the threshing bars extended, caught the vines that had been compacted by gravity and rain and pulled them up with a flourish sending a dust cloud full of insects scattering.
“Need anything else Vise?” Aiden asked in that same odd tight tone.
“No,” Vise replied, as he sorted the parts of the broken pin into his carry satchel. “May I invite you back to my work-hutch for a cooling drink?”
“That sounds good,” Aiden agreed. “Oh have you met my Da’?”
Vise exchanged greetings with the clearly distracted human and set off on the long walk towards the work-hutch. The humans followed along behind him and almost instantly the older human began what was clearly a continuing conversation.
“Grandpa would take the food out of the refrigeration unit and all Dad would say is that he raised four kids during the hungry times on Beta Five, he couldn’t say anything about it! That sort of thing leave a mark on a family!”
Aiden made a very measured controlled sounds in response. Vise wasn’t quite sure if it was a word and Vise tossed a quick glance back at the humans, unsure if the older one knew what his hearing range was. This was beginning to sound like something a family kept fermenting in their own nest.
“That sounds very distressing,” Vise hazarded, just to let the humans know he could hear them.
Aiden gave him a tight but rueful smile and his father simply nodded vaguely in Vise’s direction, before continuing on what appeared to be a list of the social and moral failing of his parents, aunts, and uncles. Clearly there was no problem if the fumes from this reached other nostrils so Vise listened with interest to tales of unjust reprimand and untoward behavior. He noticed that excessive environmental heat played a remarkable role in this. They reached the work hutch, which had been deliberately built tall to accommodate humans and Vise shared out the lightly fermented fruit drink he had left cooling in the refrigeration unit. The humans complimented the beverage and then the older one cast a glance at the large patch of shade under the tangled branches of a grove of vine-trees.
“Think I’ll go test out the gravity over there before we head back to the house,” the human announced.
Vise gave an amused rumble at the reference to a human’s inability to sleep standing and took a long sip of his drink as he watched the human stroll over to the shady area. Aiden released a sigh that sounded like relief as his father got out of earshot.
“Your father is very free with family conflict,” Vise observed and tried to make his tone neutral.
Aiden gave a low laugh and took a drink.
“A wee bit,” the human finally admitted. “Da’s been going through a rough spot and wants to talk about things.”
“Because of loosing your nest mate?” Vise hazarded, swinging his tail around to lay it comfortingly against Aiden’s back.
“That and other things,” Aiden agreed, staring out into the bright haze on the distant horizon.
Vise wondered if he was seeing something with a human’s remarkable distance vision, or if he was just thinking.
“Your father just began a conversation listing the wrongs committed against him by the previous generation?” Vise asked.
“Not exactly,” Aiden said with a grimace, “he wanted to tell me about the details of the deal he made with my brother, and I made the mistake of not keeping my face shut up.”
“You expressed an opinion about the deal?” Vise asked.
“Not on purpose,” Aiden said, “but apparently he can read my face because when he was about halfway into it he jumped back and asked if I was angry. Somehow I can’t seem to get my face to shut up.”
Vise stared up at the ever moving oval of soft-flexible flesh and eyes that dilated and contracted at the slightest emotion and seemed at times to flicker with internal light, at the lips and nostrils that could flex and bend like a hatchling’s tail tip.
“I can see that that would be an issue,” Vise admitted, lapping up a bit of fluid.
“So he asked what was wrong and I told him,” Aiden said.
Vise politely waited quite some time until it became clear that Aiden had no intent to continue.
“What does that have to do with the rough surfaces of his progenitors?” Vise asked.
Aiden gave a hollow laugh and stared out at the distance.
“I don’t know Vise, I just don’t know.”


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Humans are Weird - Sabotage

5/20/2024

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​ Humans are Weird – Sabotage

Tapsgingerly paused his transport at the final hill-crest and shuffeled about half of his mass out of his thermal insulation sheath. Beside him Bindstightly curled even closer in against the riding surface and somehow managed a rude gesture without extending any of his appendages. Tapsgingerly waved an amused appendage at him idly as he drank in the bizarre beauty of the surrounding landscape. Everything glittered in chaotic rainbows of color. Ice, some of it miles thick, caught the light of the local star and refracted it back with the blues dominating. This panorama was cut through with jagged dark gashes that showed the bare bedrock peeking through. At the edges the ice refraction gave way to the constant cloud refraction, a boiling mass of nebulous color.
The thin air carried the sting of ice, the taste of the local diatom and algae cultures that thrived in the top layers of the ice, and the deep resonance of the constantly shifting glaciers, so loud that even the atmosphere carried the sound. Tapsgingerly had the sudden urge to dismount the hovering transport with its advanced stabilization and really get his appendages down on the bedrock so he could hear the ice song properly, carried through solid rock.
“Don’t follow that thought another und,” Bindstightly growled.
“But the ice-song is so muted back in camp,” Tapsgingerly protested, but he was already sliding his appendages back into the individual sleeves of his thermal sheath.
Bindstightly gave a sound he had learned from Human Friend Bruce. The Undulate was quite good a mimicking an abrupt outburst of lung-air through nostrils and it did carry a lot of meaning. Tapsgingerly let his lagging end wriggle in amusement as he guided the transport down the final slop to the valley that sheltered their research station. The Shatar medic was missing from her usual station and they were able to unpack their samples and data records without incident. Bindstightly showed his usual rigid discipline as he carefully sorted the samples and data before turning and shuffling quickly towards the north side of the camp.
“Don’t you want to visit the warming pools?” Tapsgingerly asked in surprise, following his smaller coworker out of curiosity.
“The sauna,” Bindstightly gestured, anticipation showing in every appendage.
Tapsgingerly mused over that as he followed, still curious.
“It is pleasant to have human companionship,” he observed as they rounded the building that blocked their view of the haphazard assortment of shipping container sides and scraps of shuttle insulation that some long-gone human had forced into a roughly cylinder shape with a conical roof. There was smoke coming from the outlet and even at this distance the air already tasted warmer.
“But even with the high vapor content of the air we would still warm more swiftly in the warming pools,” Tapsgingerly said, several of his appendages twisting to get a good look at the Shatar Medic who would have normally greeted them at the entrance bent over something on the side of the sauna.
“Human Friend Bruce keeps the big bowl with him in the sauna and I am free to use it as a warming pool,” Bindstightly explained as they reached the front of the building and started the climb up the wall towards the door. “You will have to get your own.”
“I will be in in a moment,” Tapsgingerly said, his attention drawn by a wave from the Shatar Medic.
He dropped down and shuffled over to where the medic was attempting to repair the environmental monitors to the sauna. The Jerry-rigged sensor array was hanging down from its usual mounting position and from the look of the wall it had been forcibly ripped out. Several wires were loose and it was these that the Shatar was attempting to repair.
“Second Sister,” Tapsgingerly greeted her in audio with a cheerful wave. “May I assist you?”
“Are you going in to socialize with that crusted idiot?” Second Sister demanded without taking her attention off her attempt to strip the insulation off of a wire.
“Bindstightly?” Tappsgingerly asked, nonplussed but the grumpy medic’s rudeness.
Working with humans for a prolonged time tended to make Shatar Medics a bit testy.
“First Brother,” she corrected with an irritated flick of her antenna.
“I was planning on going in and socializing with whatever humans were in the sauna,” Tapsgingerly agreed.
“Stay with them till they are done and monitor their vital signs for life threatening heat stress,” Second Sister snapped out.
“Ah, to replace the sensors,” Tapsgingerly replied understanding. “What happened to them?”
“First Brother,” she said as she shoved a wire repeatedly into a socket, “insists that due to his genetic and cultural heritage he has a far higher tollerance to heat exposure.”
“And how did that damage the sensors?” Tapsgingerly asked.
“The sensors kept triggering the safety alarm while he was ‘just getting warmed up’ in the sauna,” she explained, “so he stepped out of the sauna, with nothing on at all, his pores open to the maximum, and attempted to deactivate the alarms. He someone did this in the process,” she indicated the cables yanked through the exterior insulation of the sauna and Tapsgingerly tried to sound sympathetic and not amused.
“I will get right in there and monitor Human Friend Bruce,” he assured her. “I am sure he is very sorry for the damage and didn’t mean to do it, but he is very thermally robust, even for a mammal.”
Second Sister tilted her triangular head at him and something dangerous glittered in her broad eyes. Tapsgingerly waved a cheerful goodbye and scuttled around the curve of the sauna and in through the flapping door the humans had installed for them. He showered of, tasting Bindstightly and several humans in the moisture around the drain, and shuffled eagerly through the second flap into the heat area. Three humans were sprawled against the thin covering of natural fibers on the wall, bracing their mass on the low benches. Their stripes glowed vibrantly with a mix of heat stress and pleasure and the central heat source, a rough metal barrel positioned to hold fire was indeed heated far past what most previous humans considered the safe level. Bindstightly was sprawled in a large human, multipurpose bowl and held a ladle loosely in on appendage. As Tapsgingerly scrambled up on the bench at the socially mandated distance (mammals got awfully prickly about personal space once the ambient temperature reached a certain level) Bindstightly reached out with the ladle and scooped some heated water from the container set in contact with the flame barrel. He carefully poured some of the heated water into his warming bowl, and then tossed the rest over the rocks that had been set to absorb heat and disperse steam.
“Ey, Taps,” Human Friend Bruce called out after the general sound of pleasure the humans had made in response to the hissing of the steam had died down. “Second Sis didn’t ask you to snitch did she?”
“You didn’t deliberately damage the sensor box did you?” Tapsgingerly countered, spreading out his appendages to better absorb the heat from the moisture that coated the walls and benches.
“Touche,” Human Friend Bruce said with a grin. “She was being annoying about it,” he explained with a gesture towards where a hole in the wall indicated where the damaged sensor had been yanked out. “Wouldn’t take my word that the previous limits were for sissy equatorial humans, not us far north stock.”
“Well if you mind yourself and don’t have some weird organ failure I won’t have anything to snitch about,” Tapsgingerly replied with a leisurely stretch.
The foundations of the sauna went right down to the bedrock and this was a delightful way to listen to the ice song.
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Transformers Book #4 - Desperate Triage in Blood and Energon - Skybound Energon Universe

5/19/2024

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Transformers Book #4 - Desperate Triage in Blood and Energon - Skybound Energon Universe
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Humans are Weird - Boxing

5/13/2024

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Humans are Weird - Boxing

 First Mother gripped the sides of the packing box and wrestled it slowly through the main entrance to the storage cavern. The sides of the box, specifically designed to provide ideal gripping friction for Shatar fingers, were easy to hold, and the total weight could not be more than a fruit collection basket. However the thing was so large, she could have climbed in easily enough, even her largest Sister from the home hive who had sprouted to half again normal height due to some hormonal imbalance, could have stood easily in it. The open top of the box released the off putting chemical scent of some preservation chemical residue and First Mother wondered idly if she was curious enough to investigate what it was exactly that Third Daughter had ordered that required this massive container.
Her thought vine was interrupted by the sound to nearly dancing feet and she felt her frill warm with pleasure as her beautiful mate came around the corner, his broad triangular head tilted to the side and up as he chatted eagerly with a fluttering cloud of membrane and fur that hovered over him. He had some soft cloth draped over one arm he was rapidly gesticulating with the other as if explaining something. The box was almost ready to be lifted into the transport so First Mother paused a moment to admire the gleaming of his green membrane and the bold ultraviolets that danced with the red in his psudo-frill. It was obvious when he spotted her, his antenna curled like a youth just seeing his intended for the first time and he danced up to her with delight in his pheromones.
“Do you need help with that my giantess?” he asked, indicating the box that towered over his head with a flick of his antenna.
“No,” she said, ducking her head to give his antennas a friendly stroke with her own.
By the first vine he still tasted a delightful as the first day they had met.
“It weighs hardly anything,” she explained, “and I don’t want you to dirty that lovely…”
She titled her head thoughtfully at the brilliant white cloth that just barely reflected hints of ultraviolet. She was reasonably sure it had something to do with taking care of newly laid eggs. Her mate clicked in amusement at her confusion and gestured for the Winged who were following him to load into the cab of the transport. She gave the box a firm grip and hefted it up and into the bed. She activated the auto-ties and the slithered out and over the box, securing it firmly to the bed.
“Wouldn’t it be better to collapse the box before disposing of it?” asked a voice that probably belonged to one of the Winged who and lingered outside of the cab.
“I am not disposing of it,” First Mother explained as she gave the auto-ties a testing pull. “That should do it. I am going to gift this to the humans for another use.”
“Don’t the humans have their own disposable shipping containers?” a Winged voice asked as she turned and pulled herself into the cab, basking in the close smell of her mate’s pheromones.
“It’s unusual for them to get ones of this volume,” First Mother explained.
“So we like to share ours when we can,” First Father agreed, from where he was working over the glittering cloth, doing something with a tuning stone that seemed to be making the cloth more ultraviolet.
The Winged took up a continuous chitter that was rather hard to follow over the wind whipping by the transport. First Mother thought she caught questions about the trees, the canopy density, and speculation about what the humans could possibly use the box for once it had been opened and the structural integrity was comprised, but none of them dipped down into her line of sight so she ignored them. They pulled into the open yard of the human hive and into the shade shed that provided proper solar shielding. They were met with a rush of small humans and First Mother smiled down at them. Picking out the Human First Sister whose name she couldn’t quite remember.
“I brought you the box Human Second Cousin Betty was talking about,” First Mother said, patting the item in question.
There was a shout of delight from the humans and First Mother had far more help than was strictly helpful getting it down from the transport. The children carried it off making plans about windows and doors and arguing about who was old enough to use the knife.
“It this quite safe?” First Father clicked, coming up behind First Mother and clutching the cloth nervously between his hands.
“Human First Sister is very sensible,” First Mother said, giving him a soothing pat. “She won’t let them injure themselves.”
First Father gave an unconvinced little click at that but then the Winged visitors swept around the transport and Human First Mother came out the door and boomed out a delighted greeting.
“Time to meet our local humans,” First Mother said waving the Winged forward.
The meeting went very well. The Winged, a security wing traveling to study how outlying agricultural colonies kept dangerous rodents of unusual size at bay, were utterly fascinated by the layered security approach the human farms took. They were rather disturbed at how lethal some of the traps would be for beings of their size, but clearly understood the necessity. They were just discussing sitting down to a meal, an odd human concept, such a rigid synchronizing food consumption time, but a generally pleasant social interaction, when one of the smaller human children attempted to sneak from the front door to some point deeper in the house. Human First Mother instantly detected the subterfuge dispute her narrow field of vision and called the child over. The child, a Brother of some order, instantly cringed, and slunk forward clearly hiding one hand in the opposite sleeve of his garment.
“What happened Bobby?” Human First Mother asked in a stern voice.
Bobby directed his eyes frantically around the room and then his face relaxed when he saw First Father.
“I can’t tell!” Human Brother Bobby said, giving his mother a grin that spoke of pain and satisfaction.
“And why not?” demanded the human.
“I don’t want to trazmarite First Father,” Human Brother Bobby said nodding his head towards the visitor and attempting to walk sideways towards some point further away from his mother.
“Oh really,” Human First Mother said, moving as she spoke and snatching the child, who was still a fraction of her mass, up in her thick arms, “and what pray tell, might be wrong that it would trazmarite First Father?”
Human Brother Bobby wrinkled his face as only a human child could and pouted.
“Just cuz I don’t know the word don’t mean that you gotta say it wrong,” he complained, attempting to wriggle out of her grasp.”
“I see,” Human First Mother said with a laugh. “Well I need to go take care of this, why don’t you go out and see what the children have done?”
The last she directed at First Mother with a glance of her bifocal eyes and First Mother gave an understanding click. First Father waited until they were out of the main house before asking.
“Shouldn’t his father have been taking care of that?”
“You know it’s different with humans,” she pointed out.
“Was the child injured?” came a winged voice.
“We smelled blood!”
First Father flinched and curled his antenna tight to his head.
“He probably was,” First Mother admitted. “However in my experience if a human child is attempting to hide an injury it isn’t serious enough to require intense medical attention.”
“What are they doing?” one of the Winged suddenly demanded.
Multiple large holes had been cut into the box and a human head appeared at one displaying a wide grin. Then the side of the box burst open and several children came tumbling out emitting sounds that were high pitched enough to be mistake for Winged chatter.
“Come vithit our houth!” one of the children called out waving at either the Winged or the tree behind them, before attempting to scramble back into the tightly packed packing box.
“This is some game of pretend!” one of the Winged suddenly declared.
“The human child must have cut himself making the holes!”
“No!” came a shout from inside the box and Human First Sister’s head appeared at one of the holes. “I did that! He just stole the knife when I was done!”
“Should we go in and investigate?” asked one of the Winged.
“I would strongly advise against it,” First Father cautioned them, the set of his antenna stuck between amusement and mild horror. “They do not look as if any of them know what do do with all those limbs, much less what all those limbs are doing.”
As he spoke the box toppled over on one side, uncovering a pile of laughing human children who scrambled to disentangle themselves while the largest set the box up in whatever the proper position was.
First Mother gave a click of contented amusement as she settled back on her legs.
“This is what the humans wanted the packing box for?” A Winged demanded.
“Only the big ones,” First Mother explained tugging First Father closer to her for some antenna grooming. “When it looses all structural integrity they will cut it up and recycle it in a more...traditional way.”
The human children had split into two groups, one taking up a defensive posture inside the box, the others dancing around the outside hooting and smacking the sides of the box with their club like hands.
“That probably won’t take long,” First Mother added.


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Humans are Weird - Pets

5/6/2024

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Humans are Weird - Pets

 Rollslanguidly gently thrust up against the deliciously algae covered stones beneath him. The sandstone substrate left a pleasant earthy flavor at the tip of each appendages as he drifted upwards, towards the triply diffused light. Various small crustaceans brushed against him as they darted frantically around at his disturbance, flashing in and out of his awareness as they changed vectors at speeds beyond his ability to track. Larger fish swam languidly past, allowing him to follow their movements with his attention. Rollslanguidly let the force of his upward thrust, the pull of gravity, and the buoyancy of the water argue over his mass and surface area until gravity began to win, and when he could almost taste the earthy bedrock again he swept one firm swimming motion down his body. He rose against gravity once more and in the shallow water of the stream was able to extend two appendages past the water’s surface to soak in the ambiance of the scene.
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the dense upper canopy of trees lighting the forest in cascades of orange and green. The canopy itself offered the illusions of the surface of another body of water far above him. Constant shifting and rippling with no one form distinguished, eerily muted because there was no pressure to bring him haptic feedback of what was happening so far above. The sounds that did reach him were high pitched whispers. He was happily absorbing this all when the water behind him exploded with the introduction of sudden mass.
“Got ‘em!” howled what was something like a human voice, just moments before actually, reasonably sized appendages seized him with a fantastic grip strength. Rollslanguidly was surprised at how normal the diameter of the appendages was. Rather than the thick, trunk-like form most humans showed, this ones had a diameter barely greater than his own and well within the average range for and Undulate.
“Don’t let it go!” another voice called out as Rollslanguidly was pulled entirely out of the water and pressed against the bare chest of the small human.
“I won’t! Stop fussin!” the human holding him insisted as they staggered towards the shore.
Rollslanguidly had let himself go limp, partially in astonishment. It was not an easy thing to go from such a calming meditative state to being captured by what was, after all a predator species.
“What is it?” a second human demanded.
The very small human, clearly a juvenile, was perched on one of the lower branches of a tree that bent over the streams. Both the one in the tree, and the one that held Rollslanguidly, wore what he understood to be the bare minimum of clothing, a sort of cloth wrapping around their largest limb joint. Their stripes glowed vibrantly in the dim light under the canopy in a way that Rollslanguidly had never seen the adults of the species glow.
“It’s a giant nudibranch, duh,” the human holding him said, tossing his head in a physical display of some emotion.
“You sure?” the second human demanded.
It scrambled down from the tree and followed along after them, thrusting its head with all its sensory organs close and examining Rollslanguidly. A process that seemed to require it to contort the skin of its face to comical levels. Rollslanguidly felt the human carrying him begin to sway and carefully shifted his mass to pull them back to center. The carrying human was only marginally more massive than he was Rollslanguidly suspected and it was perhaps not safe for the young one to be carrying so much mass.
“Do be careful,” Rollslanguidly sounded out the human words carefully, suddenly wishing he had spent more time learning the sound language and the thin air absorbed his efforts. “Beware of fall damage.”
The human carrying him only swayed more and burst out laughing.
“What’s funny?” The other human demanded.
“It’s all vibratey in my chest!” the carrying human explained. “It tickles.”
Rollslanguidly decided that as his communication attempts were only distracting the clearly straining human it was best to remain quite until they reached some mature members of the species. To the best of his knowledge human young were no more likely to be far from their parents than Undulate young. The human, sweating profusely now, tasting of delight and physical strain, brought him to a cluster of buildings that he recognized as a standard human family unit dwelling. He was carried into a fairly open structure and both small humans climbed a rather unstable feeling ladder structure and worked together to lift him into a high sided water container. He could have clung to the edge but that might have unbalanced the humans and the container did not taste bad. So he fell with a thump in a few inches of water and onto some reasonably clean sand. Rollslanguidly felt around him with interest, absorbing the space thoughtfully. The bottom of the container, large enough to hold several humans, was covered in a few inches of sand and filled so that that was covered in a few inches of water. Various rocks and logs had been placed to provide places out of the water and various native fauna were perched on these. Small pockets of surface area were growing various shade loving plants.
“A terrarium,” Rollslanguidly mused to himself.
“Nudibranches don’t get that big!” one of the small humans was saying loudly, “and they’re smiley! He’s not slimy!”
“I am an Undulate,” Rollslanguidly said, bracing himself to speak loudly, and hoping his enunciation was clear enough to be understandable.
The two humans stopped talking and tilted their heads to the side, looking down at him in fascination, but not a single light of understanding crossed their faces.
“Neat sound,” one observed and Rollslanguidly slumped a bit, once again regretting his past time prioritization.
A distant roar of human sound echoed in the space and the two mammals positively lit up with a delighted feeding response. The container vibrated strangely as they scrambled down to respond to what was presumably their parent’s summons to the odd combination of time and nutrient absorption that humans called a meal. Rollslanguidly explored the terrarium a bit, making mental notes of what the humans prioritized for both display and species comfort before climbing out with the intention of finding the stream and starting back for the university. The sides of the container were fairly smooth and required no little effort to scale. The pathways the humans favored posed no danger to him but they were annoyingly dry, he was just passing the main dwelling structure when a warm, moist cloud of taste drifted out that brought his attention back to the humans. He lifted up several appendages and watched in fascination as the small humans, blazing brightly with both food-contentment and anticipation picked up small bowls and scrambled up to the larger human who had apparently just opened the steaming container that had released the delicious cloud. Another, even smaller human had appeared and one by one, they walked up to the adult human, and carefully articulated.
“Please may I have some pudding?”
Rollslanguidly suddenly recalled that it was considered very, very rude to leave a human dwelling without partaking in the food rituals. He paid close attention to the sounds, teasing out the thread of commonality in the three very different voices as he quickly scrambled up, over the lip of the raised structure, over to where a stack of the compostable bowls sat at a very easy to reach height, seized one of the bowls and carried it over to where the larger human had finished serving the young and was presumably serving herself. Rollslanguidly held up the bowl braced himself to be as loud as possible, using for floor for added resonance.
“Please may I have some pudding?” He asked.
The large human suddenly gave a wordless scream and spun around, flinging warm droplets of the pudding from the ladle she was holding. The fell mostly across the floor, but several landed on Rollslanguidly. As he suspected it was delicious. He rather thought that had been a startled ‘surprise’ reaction as he belatedly considered the humans’ narrow range of vision. So he tried again.
“Please may I have some pudding?” He thrust the bowl up demonstratively.
The large human stared down at him for several long moments, her stripes registering draining surprise. She directed her eyes at his bowl, at the ladle still clutched in her hand, and then at the bowl again. Finally she laughed, scooped out a ladle of the pudding and poured it into his bowl.
“And you are?” she asked.
“He’s the nudibranch we found in the creek today,” one of the children announced. “We told you.”
“That is not-” the adult human heaved a deep breath and rubbed her eyes with the hand that was not holding the ladle, smearing pudding across some of her skin.
“Do you speak human style basic?” she asked, presumably of him.
“I rather though I did,” Rollslanguidly admitted, trying for a rueful tone.
“And that’s a no,” the human muttered. “Do you understand human style basic?”
Rollslanguidly lifted enough of his leading end out of the pudding to mimic a human ‘nod’ and the largest human smiled.
“Well, Ricardo will be home in a few minutes and he knows Undulate touch basic pretty well and you can tell me how you got here,” she said.
“We told you,” one of the smaller humans insisted, waving a scoop shaped eating utensil in demonstration.
The human looked like she was about to respond when the structure vibrated with the arrival of another mature human. The present human looked at Rollslanguidly a moment and then left the room laughing quietly.
“Do you know what your son’s did today?” her voice drifted faintly back to him.
“Oh, so they are my sons are they?” came the response, presumably from Ricardo.
“Try kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment,” she replied, only to be interrupted by a positive roar of laughter from the other human.
Rollslanguidly pressed his best absorption appendages into the pudding and lifted others at the curious look the small humans were giving him.
“So you are not a nudibranch?” the small human asked.
Rollslanguidly shook enough of himself to indicate a no and the small human made a grunting noise before returning to the pudding.



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