Humans are Weird – Crystals
“Twistunder?”
The breadbox sized alien slumped in frustration as he turned his attention away from his report for the forty-second time this day.
“Yes, Spins-in-agitation?” He replied, being careful to modulate his body language calmly. It wasn’t Spins-in-agitation’s fault that the base was full of humans. “What do you need?”
“I have a question,” Spins-in-agitation asked. His hesitation was painfully obvious in the meticulous way that his appendages lifted and dropped. “It is about the human’s behavior.”
“Of course it is,” Twistunder said.
At least the sub- angles suggested it was only one human the younger Undulate was asking about. He waited for the question.
“There are crystals hanging in the base windows,” Spins-in-agitation finally began.
“Yes,” Twistunder said with stiffer movements than he intended to. “Humans are unable to discern differentiation in solar light. Each sun has a single color to their eyes. The crystals are for ornamentation. They scatter the light so the humans can see a broader range of the spectrum.”
“Yes,” Spins-in-agitation waved his gripping appendages quickly. “That was in the briefing file. I had a chance to observe a human without him knowing I was there.”
Twistunder pulled his appendages under him in anticipation. This was going to be good.
“It was the solar angle of optimum light scattering,” Spins-in-agitation explained. “What the informational packet called a full seven. And human Steve was in the white room. The central foci of the refractions were moving over the walls for the room due to the crystal swinging back and forth, and human Steve was…was…” The younger Undulate paused and his appendages dropped in frustration. “I think he was hunting the foci?”
“Hunting,” Twistunder replied stiffly. “Hunting the foci.”
“Yes…” Spins-in-agitation started again. “He was … creeping around the room, following the refraction foci … the rainbows they call them I think … then every time he was close to one he would … I think the word is pounce. He pounced on them, grasping the flat wall with his primary appendages. Then he would … grin … I believe the word is … and start stalking another one. Then, then the crystal stopped moving, and the foci stopped moving, and he frowned and walked over and nudged the crystal to start the foci moving again.”
Spins-in- agitation stopped and drooped in perplexity, his primary gripping appendages lifted in supplication to Twistunder. The older Undulate twitched and thought longingly of his report.
“I don’t know Spins,” Twistunder said with a droop. “I just don’t know.”
“Twistunder?”
The breadbox sized alien slumped in frustration as he turned his attention away from his report for the forty-second time this day.
“Yes, Spins-in-agitation?” He replied, being careful to modulate his body language calmly. It wasn’t Spins-in-agitation’s fault that the base was full of humans. “What do you need?”
“I have a question,” Spins-in-agitation asked. His hesitation was painfully obvious in the meticulous way that his appendages lifted and dropped. “It is about the human’s behavior.”
“Of course it is,” Twistunder said.
At least the sub- angles suggested it was only one human the younger Undulate was asking about. He waited for the question.
“There are crystals hanging in the base windows,” Spins-in-agitation finally began.
“Yes,” Twistunder said with stiffer movements than he intended to. “Humans are unable to discern differentiation in solar light. Each sun has a single color to their eyes. The crystals are for ornamentation. They scatter the light so the humans can see a broader range of the spectrum.”
“Yes,” Spins-in-agitation waved his gripping appendages quickly. “That was in the briefing file. I had a chance to observe a human without him knowing I was there.”
Twistunder pulled his appendages under him in anticipation. This was going to be good.
“It was the solar angle of optimum light scattering,” Spins-in-agitation explained. “What the informational packet called a full seven. And human Steve was in the white room. The central foci of the refractions were moving over the walls for the room due to the crystal swinging back and forth, and human Steve was…was…” The younger Undulate paused and his appendages dropped in frustration. “I think he was hunting the foci?”
“Hunting,” Twistunder replied stiffly. “Hunting the foci.”
“Yes…” Spins-in-agitation started again. “He was … creeping around the room, following the refraction foci … the rainbows they call them I think … then every time he was close to one he would … I think the word is pounce. He pounced on them, grasping the flat wall with his primary appendages. Then he would … grin … I believe the word is … and start stalking another one. Then, then the crystal stopped moving, and the foci stopped moving, and he frowned and walked over and nudged the crystal to start the foci moving again.”
Spins-in- agitation stopped and drooped in perplexity, his primary gripping appendages lifted in supplication to Twistunder. The older Undulate twitched and thought longingly of his report.
“I don’t know Spins,” Twistunder said with a droop. “I just don’t know.”
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