Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over-analyzes. The season two trailer has dropped for Glitch Techs and we have a very curious promotional image. A little birdy whispered to me, or rather noted in the comments two or three videos ago, that this wasn’t meant to be a promotional poster and they simply chose it so that the season 2 announcement would have an image to go along with it. This insider said that they found it and I quote “worth of intriguing the audience”.
What on Earth Happened to Mitch William’s Hair-Probably Violence - Season 2 Theories and Speculation7/30/2020 What on Earth Happened to Mitch William’s Hair-Probably Violence - Season 2 Theories and Speculation Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over-analyzes. The season two trailer has dropped for Glitch Techs and we have a very curious promotional image. A little birdy whispered to me, or rather noted in the comments two or three videos ago, that this wasn’t meant to be a promotional poster and they simply chose it so that the season 2 announcement would have an image to go along with it. This insider said that they found it and I quote “worth of intriguing the audience”.
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Humans are Weird – Stepping Into the Black “Human Friend Bryant?” Qilx’tch called out softly as he adjusted his hold on the cloth of the human’s uniform. Human Friend Bryan gave a grunt that served to acknowledge that at least some part of his massive brain had registered the inquiry. Qilx’tch stared down at the dancing flames at the edge of his vision, blurred by the clouds of smoke. He really should raise his concerns about the situation. He glanced up at Human Friend Bryant’s eyes and hesitated yet again. There was something terrifying there. Qilx’tch wasn’t exactly sure what it was. He had been around humans long enough to recognize joy, that that was pure joy bristling out of Human Friend Bryant’s every fiber. They were working so it made sense that the challenge of the task would inspire the look of concentration. Still there was some foreign element that Quilx’tch saw. Something that he couldn’t identify. The closest thing he could relate it to was predator fear, but this was far to akin to the joy it accompanied. The crackling of the flames drew his attention back to ground and he shifted uneasily. There was no flame directly under the human’s feet. Human Friend Bryant had promised not to test the fire resistance of his protective foot equipment and he seemed to be keeping his word. Also at the distance of a human’s shoulder above the ground it was rather hard for even his primary eyes to discern distance to any great accuracy, but the flickering lights did seem to be creeping awfully close. Still he hesitated to say any thing. His respirator chimed a warning and he pulled up the holographic display. He rubbed his free pair of limbs in a strange mix of relief and concern. The atmospheric purifier indicated that it was halfway to exhaustion. When it reached a quarter they would be forced by regulation to retreat back to the mobile command center. Granted for him that would not be for several more hours. They had be observing the combusting ground cover since the sun had peeked above the horizon, and the reason the human was walking in the dangerous green zone was that the wind had made the safe area that had already combusted too thick with smoke to be practicable for work. However the human’s larger metabolic oxygen demand meant that his filters would be failing soon. Quilx’tch had almost decided to reach up and tug on the human’s ear in the agreed upon attention getting gesture when Human Friend Bryant gave a grunt and glanced away from the fire to look at the dermal light display on his wrist. He pulled up the oxygen settings and instead of suggesting they turn back simply used his free hand to exchange the oxygen filter with a new one he produced from one of his many and voluminous pockets. Quilx’tch rubbed his free appendages over his eye hairs and bristled himself up to get the human’s attention. One had to prioritize safety over pride after all, despite what these humans seemed to think. However Human Friend Bryant, pulled out of his observations by the necessity of changing the filter, seemed more observant of Quilx’tch’s state. “You hanging in there okay little bud?” he asked. “I am slightly anxious,” Quilx’tch freely admitted. He was about to extrapolate but suddenly Human Friend Bryant stiffened and the fleshy coverings of his eyes tightened in a clear danger signal. “Time to step into the black,” he stated shortly before lightly leaping the tallest of the flames and then quickly trudging though the smaller fires until they reached the retaliative safety of the already burned area. “Why take this precaution now?” Quilx’tch asked in confusion. He was grateful for the change but what had stimulated the human to strictly follow regulation now? “It’s going to flare up soon,” the human replied with a shrug that sent Quilx’tch scrambling for a better perch. “We should probably head back to the rig, there’ll be no getting good readings for the rest of the day.” “How do you know that?” Quilx’tch asked. However at that moment Quilx’tch felt the wind shift dramatically and with a crackle the band of fire suddenly leapt into the air, shooting up to well over twice the human’s massive height in active flame. Sparks began to fall on them and the human raised the data pad he had been using to cover Quilx’tch. Human Friend Bryant took three quick steps backward and then spun and began trotting back towards the safety of the transport. Behind them the wall of flame advanced in the opposite direction and Quilx’tch gave a little shudder as he wondered what a danger signal that made a human run looked like to a species that could sense it. Check out my teespring store for some cool merch! 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. Glitch Techs Season 2 Announced! What Happened to Mitch's Hair - And Other Terrifying Questions7/24/2020 Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Announces! I’m a little late out of the gate on this one. The creators have announced the release of the second season of “Glitch Techs”. There is a nice shiny image to analyze. Look, I know there are other photos and clips to analyze out on the internet but here’s the thing. I DON’T WANT TO. I like to go into every new season cold. I don’t know if it is because I have a slightly more developed analytical ability than the average fan but the promotional material just reveals too much of the upcoming season to me. I want to be surprised. I want to be shocked. I want to avoid even the ghosts of spoilers that haunt the official trailers. This might have something to do with the mental scarring left over from the trailer reveal for Terminator 2 back in the day...but enough dating myself. Of course our erstwhile heroes are back. Five and Miko are front and center sporting the classic Hinobi Uniform. This is very interesting for one reason. Humans are Weird – Supply and Demand
The gleaming green sunlight was just angling down for the afternoon when Flight Sub-commander Twenty Clicks discovered that one of the humans had eaten the entire supply of acidic calcium supplement for the base. He had the holo-record right in front of him. He scratched the control screen one more time just to be sure of what he was seeing. It was a fairly simple situation on the fringes of the air mass. The human had been on duty in the supply bay. It had been his job to fill all material requests for the base. Humans were exceptionally well adapted for this duty. Their height alone made working in the warehouses an easy matter for them. Their truly terrifying compressive strength meant that they ignored the lifting machines most of the time in favor of manually filling the orders. They were more likely to send the drones for the smaller packages than for the larger ones. Twenty Clicks had once seen a human lift an entire shelving unit full of prefabricated building cores simply to retrieve a scrap of paper that the human immediately tossed in the recycler. Twenty Clicks scratched the control again to watch the scene over, trying to understand. The human was what they called middle aged. Not yet out of his reproductive cycle but past the prime of his breeding age. His hair was beginning to thin on the top of his head in a way that made him look dull and scattered. His uniform was clean, but rumpled. He was sprawled across the chair he was nominally sitting in. He had forced two of the supports off of the ground and was bracing the unballanced position by resting his legs on a nearby storage crate. In one hand he held a data pad which the helpful AI indicated was displaying one of the popular theoretical social simulations. The other had was otherwise occupied. Twenty Clicks watched in fascination as the massive hand, easily as large as one of his wings, lifted from where it rested on the human’s thigh and drifted almost as if not under the control of the massive mammalian brain, towards the open bag of calcium citrate supplements that rested beside the human on a crate. The hand, all the time out of range of the human’s binocular vision, drifted over and past the bag till it reached nearly the full range of the humans flexibility then drifted back and began to make short passes in the general location of the bag. This was clearly Undulate behavior, or perhaps it would be if the Undulate was old and blinded to visible light and was feeling around for something. Yet Twenty Clicks had checked and the human had spent only a nominal amount of training time with the Undulates. What this actually resembled was the slow groping reaching of a vine type plant for some secure hold. Twenty Clicks wondered if human hands had an autonomous search function. To think of that massive crushing power under the control of plant like chemical signals was terrifying. On the display the hand brushed over the band and flexed to reach into the interior, moving more confidently now that it had tactile information. The hand closed over what the humans called a “handful” of the supplements. Enough to supply a dozen humans for a month. However the wandering hand slowly lifted them to the human’s mouth and began pushing the mass of supplements into a mouth that opened slackly to admit them. The human chewed approximately half the mass for several moments before swallowing with a massive gulp. The hand then pressed in the rest and even as the mouth chewed the hand drifted back down to the bag. It groped around, with slightly slower motions this time, and pulled in another handful of the supplements. This process repeated itself a few dozen time until the bag was empty. When the hand finally found no more supplements in the bag it returned to the slack, rest position on his leg. It rested there for several moments. However the inevitable consequence of ingesting that much calcium and ascorbic acid was quickly taking it’s tole on even the legendary metabolism of the human. His skin paled as his digestive system pulled blood to his gut to deal with the unexpected meal. The muscles around his eyes tightened and strained for a few moments. Then his mouth contracted in a grimace. The hand busy holding the datapad gave a spasm. The guilty hand rose and clutched at the human’s abdomen over the general location of his primary stomach. He narrowed his eyes and looked down at his abdomen with a perplexed expression. “What the, ever loving-?” he muttered. He glanced over at the empty bag of supplements and his face contorted with unease and perhaps guilt. Twenty Clicks was unsure. The human rose to his feet, staggering in place of his usual graceful movements. His guilty hand reached around to clutch his abdomen as he staggered to the comm-unit on the wall. He braced one shoulder against the wall and carefully pulled up the supplies manifest. He typed in an order for an emergency refill on the supplies, hesitated when he came to the section in the form that requested a reason, and after a moment typed in ‘accidental destruction’. The human then staggered back to his seat and collapsed in it with a groan. He stayed there for the rest of his shift and Twenty Clicks let the recording play until it showed his own wings flitting into the storage area to request a new carry harness. He sighed as he turned off the recording. He had of course ordered the recalcitrant human to the medical bay and the Shatar Medic on duty had soon relieved the human’s distress with an oral administered oil flush. It had seemed extreme to the Winged but the Shatar and the Human both agreed it was the safest method to cleanse his digestive tract of the calcium build up. When, after the treatment, Twenty Clicks had pressed for an explanation, the human had only shrugged. “I didn’t notice what I was doing,” he said. “It was a good book.” Check out my teespring store for some cool merch! 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. Mitch Williams is a Single Father – He’s Got a Secret Family Hidden Away Part 2 -A Theory of Pasta7/19/2020 Mitch Williams is a Single Father – He’s Got a Secret Family Hidden Away Part 2 -A Theory of Pasta Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over Analyzes. Today we are looking at a pile of pasta, some suspiciously overpriced shoes, and a strain of quiet desperation that is just a little too intense to be that of a boy. Today we are looking at the secret life of the Bailey Hinobi store’s top Glitch Tech, Mitch Williams. Now from the beginning Mitch’s Character has been a cipher. He was introduced as a hero, a hero who easily and casually violated the minds of and property of the people he protected. That introduction was sidetracked when he displayed his arrogance and ruthlessness in the tourney. Until he stole the pasta he never did anything one could strictly label dishonorable as we went over in the previous episode. Time to Face the Theory Going Around - Is Miko Kubota – The Gamer Girl Me_K.O.- A Glitch? Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanalyzes! Today I am going to take a look at a theory that isn’t mine. Is Miko Kubota, the gamer girl with the handle Me_K.O., a glitch. This is new territory for me. Even if and when I hear of a theory floating around I usually take the time to internalize it before I claim it as my own and present it to you my faithful audience. I have hesitated to address this one in part because I kept expecting to have some inspiration about it. I set it free to wander in the fields of my imagination, and it did diddily squat. It would not grow. It would not change. As far as my fertile imagination was concerned this theory was dead on arrival. Humans Are Weird – Misreading
“Will Human Friend Frank be joining us?” Trst’ck asked as he loaded the cards into the automatic shuffler. “I find his insight into the social rules of this game invaluable.” “I highly doubt that Second Mechanic will be joining us,” Seventh Sister said as she arranged the glasses of recreational liquid on the surface. “When I passed his work station he was still working at full speed on the report for the Central University.” “How odd,” Trst’ck said. “It is hardly odd for a human to procrastinate in my experience,” Ninth Cousin offered when Seventh Sister didn’t seem inclined to comment. “As a usual habit of the species yes,” Trst’ck observed. “However Human Friend Frank is punctual to a fault. He prepares a schedule every week and updates it daily. I have never known him to procrastinate on an important project.” “And yet I heard him typing away at his with frantic speed,” Seventh Sister replied. “I wonder what could have caused this,” Trst’ck mused as he dealt out the cards. “He misread the report,” Eighty-three trills stated as the flight of Winged zipped into the room carrying small bags of the exploded grain human favored for recreational activities. The Winged fluttered around distrubing the small bags of the light weight carbohydrate complex. The Shatar accepted theirs eagerly. Their digestive tracts were well adapted to turn the dead carbohydrates into useful energy. Trst’ck found the substance edible but more entertaining than nutritious. From what he observed of the Wingeds’ behavior they agreed, except in a much more energetic way. They were pairing off with one of the lumpy grains and tossing it back and forth in the air. “It is time to begin playing,” Trst’ck called out as he finished dealing. The Winged gathered in a cloud for a brief conversation as they appointed three players to land and participate in this hand. They chose three mid-ranking Winged and the rest resumed chasing the ‘popped corn’ around the higher levels of the room. Seventh Sister’s dominant eye was tilted towards the cards but her antenna were flexing with thought that clearly had very little to do with the mathematical calculations the game required. However it was Ninth Cousin who finally spoke up. “How does a sapient species misread a document?” she asked. “He read it too fast,” one of the Winged offered from a corner of the room. “It failed to process,” another pipped up. “But he did read the instructions,” Ninth Cousin protested. “By all of the Home University’s calculations human’s gain the ability to read even before their secondary sexual characteristics fully manifest. How did he read simple instructions wrong?” “He explained it to me once,” one of the Winged said. “Some humans read more by sounding the general shape of the words than by following each tracing.” “But writing is two dimensional to human visual resolution,” she pressed. “How do you sound a two dimensional image?” “The shape of it,” came the answer from the other side of the room. “But shape varies with each printing,” Ninth Cousin went on. “It is standard for official communication,” stated one of the Winged who was currently in the middle of the complicated process of tossing one of the cards to the center of the table. “The contours along the x and y plains are fairly easy to identify,” said the next Winged to toss a card to the pile. “So instead of taking a few microseconds longer to properly trace the marks of a writing system he has known for decades,” Ninth Cousin asked, “he simply sounded the shapes, and as a result of the inefficiency of that method he now has to do three weeks of work in the space of one night?” “Life is a gamble,” the Winged Commander observed. “It really needn’t be,” Seventh Sister returned. “I think with some humans it does,” Trst’ck said. “Now as we will not be blessed with the presence of our large mammalian friend when should one of us ‘call’?” 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. |
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