Challenge #02354-F164: Occupational Safety and Health
Humans don’t know it but they acutely have a small connection to the 4th dimension.
Whenever a human gets a ‘gut feeling’ or 'deja vu’ that’s when they do it. – Chara Dreemur
Three dimensions, all beings can navigate: length, depth, and width. The fourth, time, is something that moves us, and can be sensed by most[1]. What surprises many is the occasional ability to navigate the fourth dimension… partially. This ability inevitably turns up in Humans, but those infected with Human insanity have shown promise in being able to pick up the skill.
That being said, nobody has been able to navigate through time without significant assistance. What actually happens in the case of temporally adept Humans is… familiarity. Humans call it a 'gut feeling’ or 'deja vu’ or 'the colliwobbles’. Some investigation into the phenomenon has revealed that Humans can sense ahead of themselves on the time stream. It is, for the record, a rather vague sense and not always accurate.
Some have attempted to enhance these senses over generations, encouraging those who saw the future coming to both improve their own abilities and seek to breed with others who had similar success. Over generations, some could have accurate and semi-accurate visions. Some could avoid their own futures, but it always gave them a headache if they tried. Unfortunately, the temporally adept gene is unreliable in its manifestation.
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Challenge #02353-F163: But it Looks Like Fun
I can’t believe I have to say this but, stay out of volcanoes. – Anon Guest
Of all the multiple and nuanced arguments in favour of Humanity being an insane species, there is one that is simply one word:
Vulcanologists.
Though the field of science exists across any species born on a world with tectonic activity, only the Humans ever came up with the idea of wandering around and poking at a mountain that might explode. Everyone else was sensible about it, inventing probes, robots, and other non-invasive means of finding out the how and why of exploding mountains.
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Challenge #02352-F162: An Easy Mistake
A Havenworlder Crew tries their best to make the Ship Humans Birthday Party great.
They bake a cake for him.
The only problem is, that they used salt instead of sugar. – Anon Guest
Human Neis could tell that her fluffles had knocked out all the stops. They had made the extra effort, for sure. Not just securing presents and decorations, but also gathering every ingredient they could for the party food, including completing all the steps necessary to create those foods. Neis was touched. This far from Human territories and Galactic civilisation? All this had to be a herculean effort.
“Aw you shouldn’t have,” she cooed, completely unaware of how accurate those words would be. There was even a cake, though it didn’t have candles, had flickering artificial lights probed into its pink, decorated surface. Each one enough like a candle that small tears appeared in the edges of Neis’ eyes. So the banner said “Celebrate Anniversary” and the giftwrapping varied from Complete Ameteur through I Tried to I Made Someone/Something Else Do It with a guest starring of I Put It In A Festive Bag Because I Knew I Have No Clues. So some of the balloons weren’t even inflated. The whole party attempt warmed the cockles of Neis’ heart.
They even put together a birthday song, which devolved into a philosophical debate about the meaning of the words, with at least one fluffle insisting that Row, Row, Row Your Boat was indeed a Human song for such an occasion and they should all sing it anyway. It was, frankly, hilarious, cute, and vaguely disturbing all at once. “Come on,” Neis cooed. “We can discuss this rationally after we’ve all had cake.”
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Challenge #02351-F161: Needs Salt and Pepper
Drug PSA’s from America are always funny for me to watch. Esecially the Infamous “This is your Bain on Drugs” or the one with Peewee Herman, where he Talks about Crack.
I know IT IS a serious Problem, but i cant watch them without cracking Up (^^ teeh hee hee). Its Just so insane.
Can you make a Story about Footage of those being found by Havenworlders and they question a Human? Thanks in Advance.
For those, that have No Idea what I’m talking about:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GOnENVylxPI [This is your brain on drugs PSA]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=agT2GVNQjao [Peewee Herman PSA] – Anon Guest.
The Archivaas generally became accustomed to Havenworlders asking what the heck was wrong with Humanity. Deathworlders asked the same question. In fact, all the alliance species came to ask it. Powers, even some Humans came to ask it.
In this case, Exhibit A was some found or recovered footage they had gleaned from the Hydrogen Line[1] or possibly found on a graveworld. The translated data contained two short videos. Public service announcements from the pre-Shattering era about drugs. One was about a substance called ‘crack’, and wanting to be cool, delivered by possibly the uncoolest-looking person in the known universe. The other was about all drugs apparently causing one’s brain to be fried.
Archivaas Thane watched in all seriousness, already familiar with footage like it. This was, more or less, her wheelhouse. PSA’s of all kinds had been her preferred field of study. The various ways the people of the era chose to get the message across. These were, all in all, the least shocking of the examples Thane had seen. Once the viewing was over, Thane did her best to catalogue them and attempt a dating of their era. As for an explanation: “These were early attempts to prevent the populace from self-harm via poisonous and semi-poisonous substances,” she said. “They were all addressing the symptoms and not the problem.”
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Challenge #02348-F158: Adjustment Phase
A human gets scared and jumpy around anyone who is angry, and yes, I mean anyone. – Anon Guest
Humans have a reputation. It isn’t necessarily bad to be seen as one of the biggest, toughest, roughest marshmallows in the universe, but it’s still a reputation. Being a Human and having a reputation for being both a savage warrior and a sweetly nurturing protector does certain things to a crowd. Ange rather liked it. It meant that people didn’t get too close.
She had had too much of people being close. Especially within punching range. The world she had managed to escape saw nothing wrong with “corrective violence” and she had escaped whilst black and blue. Those injuries were healed, but the scars of her previous residence were all on the inside now. They twinged and ached -metaphorically- at the oddest of moments.
Mental scars were like broken bones, and Ange was familiar with both, by now. They both were wont to cause trouble at random moments. The strangest thing could set off old pain and hurt her all over again. Yelling was an annoyingly common one. Common enough to be homicidally annoying, if Ange could summon that kind of rage. Sure, she understood the concept, but she feared anger in all its forms.
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