Challenge #02364-F174: Deconstruct Reconstruct
With so many species coexisting, we must create new stories and nursery-rhymes. This is one such story. – Anon Guest
Three blind Meiss, three blind Meiss/ See how they run, see how they run/ They all ran after the farmer’s wife/ Who cut off their tails with a carving knife/ And violated the cogniscent rights/ Of three blind Meiss. – one of many adjustments to Human nursery rhymes.
There are others. With integration comes a certain amount of cultural cross-pollination, so to speak. Stories are told and changed and transformed. One version of Beauty and the Beast does not have the titular Beast transform into a handsome prince, but rather remembers his royal status with the help of Beauty. The Beast remains physically the same, because interspecies relationships don’t need physical transformations in which to work out.
The House That Jack Built remains largely the same, though the names of the animals in the cumulative memory rhyme change according to setting. The youthful audience doesn’t really need to know about Jack, after all, but they would object to not knowing what a ‘cow’ was, or why a 'dog’ would 'worry a cat’. Then there are simple, linguistic differences caused by the fact that mistranslations create mutations of their own.
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Challenge #02362-F172: A Sundae on Foursday
First Contact should always be celebrated with Ice cream! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzgn0b67oIA – Anon Guest
Humans are pretty good at interesting food. Their food-on-a-stick philosophy has solved, and started, many combats, mostly over who gets the last theobromine-free chocolate one. The introduction of popsicles to the Galactic Alliance blew many a mind. So, too, did Ice Cream.
A ready and easily consumed, portable cold treat of fats and sugars. Some blended to be certain that there were no allergens present[1]. For those who could not, under any circumstances, consume fats, the Humans had already invented Gelato. It was too late, of course, since the very concept of Ice Cream became so rapidly accepted into the Alliance, that it became ‘Gelato Ice Cream’ in the hearts and minds of billions.
It happened that way with Chai Tea. It happened that way with Pita Bread. It has happened multiple times to multiple things. It will likely happen again until the end of intelligent life in the Universe. All efforts to prevent it have not been at all effective, more’s the pity. However, offering the least-offensive food treats to assumed-cogniscent life is the fastest way to make a friend before surmounting the language barrier.
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Challenge #02359-F169: Noisy Air
“What was that sound?”
“Oh, it was nothing. I’m just haven’t gotten a chance to eat yet.”
“Your body makes threat growls when it is hungry!?” – Anon Guest
Working with Humans has its own hazards. The most common of which is encountering something the Humans consider normal, but the rest of known civilisation considers strange, new, or frightening. In turn, every species has their own unusual features, functions, or quirks that set them apart from everyone else. It’s why the very concept of polite rude questions exists[1].
Humans were insane. They were deadly. They were strange, indomitable, and unbelievably friendly. If one chanced to meet a Human who was cleared to come into physical contact with one, then it was an odds-even bet that that Human would try to pet one. They also had a habit of not mentioning things until they became an issue.
Such as the hostile noise emanating from the otherwise smiling and laughing Human Jen as they worked on processing with Companion Xoq. Xoq was initially confused, since the noise didn’t match the rest of Human Jen’s body language or tone of voice. Xoq knew that Human Jen was eager to answer rude questions by then and asked, “What is hostile noise?”
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Challenge #02358-F168: Dramatis Personae
Reading a lot of these I noticed some recurring characters. Is there any kind of character bio for them, and if not would you possibly give us some? – Anon Guest
[AN: Not exactly a story but this must be important so…]
Amalgam Universe
Rael
- Species: Faiize, a gengineered version of the non-cogniscent, sluglike ‘cleaners’ with some massive feature creep and consequent legal battle in regards to their concealed-until-undeniable cogniscence. Each Faiize is named by a computer, using a random collection of phonic elements.
- Gender Identity: Male.
- Actual Gender: Unknown. It’s an industry secret and part of the continuing lawsuit.
- Occupation: JOAT - Jack/Jill/Jharren Of All Trades.
- Familial Relationships: Though his makers are a corporation called Wave of the Future, he does not consider any of his B'Dauss gengineers to be his parents nor his deities. It’s hard to Believe in anyone once you’ve seen them wandering around in last week’s coffee stains with their fly undone. Rael does count his test-creche siblings as actual siblings. Successive generations count as niblings[1]. He finds the rest of his family as time goes by.
- Platonic Relationships: Has befriended several people on Amalgam Station including Nik the Gyiik, Ambassador Shayde, and Aunty Fan-Fan.
- Semi-regular Employment with the Ambassadorial Aides Service, and Security, for keeping Shayde out of trouble. He’s not always successful.
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Challenge #02357-F167: Armour-plated Badass
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6ODSKfPs0iA
Some species have chitin as Armour.
We Humans have interior Bones and Skin.
But what If an Alien species has developed an exterior Skin of Bone ? – Anon Guest
There are very few examples of osteodermis extremis in cogniscent lifeforms. For Deathworlds, and the Deathworlders who dwell on them, it makes more evolutionary sense than -say- being small, mobile and squishy. Though not common, it’s generally expected for Deathworlders of level four or above to at least have some osteoderms.
The Kraakinok were one such species with heavy osteoderm coverage. Having heard the stories of the Alliance’s most impossible Deathworlders, they followed the usual rules of egocentricity and assumed that the Humans would, like them, be covered in bony plating.
Their first sight of a Human out of their livesuit was more than a little shocking. The Human Bob was small, apparently squishy, and not even slightly armoured with any kind of bony plating. Indeed, their exposed skin displayed several contusions and lacerations that had managed to reach their soft flesh despite the livesuit protecting them.
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