Challenge #02703-G146: Gathering For Time
A human with a fascination with the history and preparation of toxic plants for food is caught in a survival situation, on a death world filled with toxic plants, with a group of havenworlders who require simple sugars. With a scanner, personal knowledge of ancient human techniques for purging toxins from potential foodstuffs to make them edible, and a time limit based on the amount of prepackaged food that survived the crash, this scholar has to find a way to process certain death into edibility.
Bonus points if the human has to or chooses to eat incompletely prepared food in order to give more packaged safety to the havenworlders and winds up sick enough to be miserable, but not too sick to gather, pound, dry, crush, soak, and boil things. – Anon Guest
There are three Havenworlders and me. Stuck on this planet with little in the way of stored food, and a molecular disassembler/printer that is beyond anyone’s ability to repair. My fuzzies are doing their best, but I know it’s a lost cause. Good news, there’s scanners that still work. Bad news, the batteries are fifty percent borked and they take five-ever to charge. I have a rotating system that will do.
Should have sprung for an extreme livesuit. That one would have had its own molecular disassembler/printer and none of this would have been an issue. But I didn’t because it would have put me in debt, so now we’re stuck.
Hi. I’m an idiot, and I have to science the living flakk out of a landing zone that’s mostly toxic and mostly broken tools. Good news - the emergency beacon works. Bad news - it’s still going to be months before help arrives. We’ve all got enough ration packs to last maybe three weeks if we try to stretch it. That means I have three weeks to sort something out. No Last Lie Bee Ess. Actual all survive situation.
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Challenge #02702-G145: Early Linguistic Development
(Based on a true interaction between infant and parent)
Baby to GalStand translation:
GagagaGAGAGA (Look, Sepa! I have a piggy!)
Squiiiiinnnk squuuooooiiiinnnnnkkk (My piggy says oink)
Vrrreeeerrrr (My piggy is a vehicle now)
Wuf (I’m a dog.) – Anon Guest
Of all the things that occurred when Humans began to integrate into Galactic Society, the one they least expected was Human Young. Intellectually, the Galactics knew that small Humans happened, and did so regularly. They never expected the peculiarities of Human Parental interaction with their own young.
Humans, they learned, took a very long time to be considered capable adults. They began life as helpless beings that needed assistance for everything, and took a year to begin basic locomotion and verbal capabilities. Nevertheless, the Human Parentals talked and otherwise interacted with their Young with seeming ease.
The first recorded encounter with such interaction happened on the Trader Vessel Lively Shanty, which hosted a Human family. Human So, seated at their console for Light Duties, reacted to something below their workstation. “Oh. Hello. I thought the monitor was quiet. How did you get out?”
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Challenge #02701-G144: Unhealthy Social Strategies
Human Sean has invited me to drink with him, and to talk about his woes. After a few bottles he spilled what’s been on his mind. “my friend is three-timing”. I was shocked, I learned that humans were monogamous, of course falling in love with another is not all that surprising, but three?! In that moment I asked “do their partners knows about this?” Sean finished the bottle a new bottle before answering.”they do, and they confessed that that have a relation with the other two”. Confused I’ve asked if he could clarify. He responded that his friend and his three partners were all dating each other. I was flabbergasted, Sean offered me another bottle. – Anon Guest
[AN: Humans are not always monogamous and lots of them have not been throughout history. Happy polycules exist]
Human Sean was not in a good mood. This was evidenced by his stationary attitude that only needed a small raincloud over his head to communicate the depression. As it was, the bottle was not a good sign. Human Sean did not usually over-indulge in alcohol nor sit that still for so long that the local Skitties took up perches on him.
Naturally, as one of the designated Human Companions, it was my job to ensure Human Sean’s mental health… but I was also having concerns for him. Human pack-bonding is disturbingly infectious. “There is a problem? May I help?”
Human Sean noticed me and gestured to a chair. “Eh. I found out Max is three-timing Pol.” He looked glum. This had to be bad news, but I was also unfamiliar with the term.
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Challenge #02700-G143: All Possible Help
A: I must ask, what are those around you arms and legs?
B: I’m testing something I call “exo-suit” of course it’s not complete yet, but I’m done with the torso.
A: you made a hole through titanium.
B: and it’s not neurologically-linked yet – Anon Guest
Of course Human Asty was up to something in the workshop. The ship-shuddering boom was a dead giveaway. Companion Zee decided to see what the devastation was about this time before it came to major structural damage.
There was a solid titanium plate with a fist-sized hole in it and a triumphant Human Asty extracting the fist. They were wearing something gleaming and vaguely skeletal over their body. “Ha! Yes! Excellent.”
“What are you wearing?” said Companion Zee. On closer examination, Zee could see that it was a series of frames around Asty’s body, appearing to be high-grade battle-ready cerametal with microservos along its glistening substructure. “What are you wearing?”
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Challenge #02699-G142: Self Helping?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OYFEyyx47ls
Empathy, Copying and sharing Emotions.
Even 2-Year old Humans can do that.
So, how do they react, when they met a crying Havenworlder who lost his Travelgroup on Earth? – Mike
Xu wasn’t lost. Not really. They could trace their way all the way back to the play gym that Ama had left them at for just a few minutes. What Xu was, was distracted. They were distracted because there was a bunny in armour looking lost and alone.
Not really a bunny, actually. They had long ears and fuzz, but they were also in an armoured suit. A livesuit. Xu had seen those in the holos. That meant that they needed protection. They needed a hero. Xu decided that they would have to do until they both found someone better.
The not-bunny in the livesuit had forward-facing eyes with weird pupils. They stopped where they were and held their hands up in a don’t-hurt-me pose. Xu stopped and copied them. They couldn’t speak much GalSimple, but maybe it was enough.
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