Challenge #02745-G188: Use Only as Directed
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aimo_Koivunen
Sometimes, Humans do stupid Things. Most of the time, they work out well. However, only seldomly someone takes 30 Tabs of Pervitin (Meth) has an “Adventure” like this and lives to tell the Tale. – Mike666
[AN: Link contains references to drug use and some side effects that should have honestly killed the dude. Also the GIF version of this story going around Tumblr is hilarious]
Humans hold some very interesting records. They also make some life-or-death decisions on the spur of the moment that could have resulted in death either way. Humans are also known for making some very interesting drugs. Some even have medicinal uses.
One thing Humans keep needing to remember - do not leave the entire squad’s supply with one soldier. Also, teeny tiny bottles are not recommended in combination with combat-rated armoured gloves.
Human Steev certainly wished someone had remembered that one. Especially afterwards. The bad news was that he was separated from his squad, well behind enemy lines, and playing cat-and-mouse on Team Mouse. Never a good way to be. The good news, if one could call it that, was that Steev had the entire squad’s supply of Stims. One per customer. Emergencies only. Rav took one on a bet during training and was unable to sleep for four days. They eventually passed out after claiming they could see the true meaning of the universe, and didn’t remember that bit when they recovered forty-eight hours later.
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Challenge #02744-G187: Did the Countenance Divine…?
WWII arrived and the British Women’s Institute did the usual jam and knitted sock, but guest Speakers came in and they saw a different path to take . Many Women who went on to careers in Degrees said. “I heard about it at the women’s Institute. Jerusalem was there theme hym "And did those feet…” – Nonny Mouse
[AN: I went through this site trying to find what the heck you were talking about and found no such references. I can’t spend all day down the rabbit hole so…]
You can’t complain, we’re at war! That was what they always said, but there was always a war. There were often times when it was unclear who they were at war with and, in Alis’ less patriotic moments, she sometimes thought that their mighty nation might even be at war with itself.
It never did to say anything of the sort. That was treason. You couldn’t say things like that out loud. Their mighty leader was a genius at strategy, the news always said so. So Alis said things like “mustn’t grumble,” or, “so many others have it so much worse.” When it came to supporting the troops, Alis and so many like her were expected to do everything they could.
Their allotted land was for food that never ended its existence on Alis’ table, nor anyone else’s she’d heard of. It was all for the troops. The men who went away strong and fit and came back - if they came back - for conjugal visits during Ceasefire Month, or came back broken and barely useful for The Effort at all.
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Challenge #02743-G186: Gifts For the Pack
What happens when humans are so pack-bonded that even other species start acting like them? The same willingness and madness you’d see from a human instilled into a havenworlder,
Would they really be a havenworlder anymore? – Anon Guest
Humans will pack-bond with anything. This is known. They will back bond with other intelligent life forms so hard that the pack-bonding works both ways. This has been fatal to some. This has been life-saving to many. For most, though, it just is until such a time as the Galactic in question realises that they have become, wholly and completely, a fellow member of some Human’s pack.
Some people never greet this information well.
Companion Thriq was good at their job. They were a very good Companion to Ships’ Humans and the rare Human population that was trusted to run relatively loose on stations. They had an encyclopaedic recall for faces, names, familial attachments, allergies, and all the little peculiarities that went with knowing Humans for more than a handful of consecutive minutes.
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Challenge #02742-G185: The Motivation Factor
For quite some time it’s been well known that human life spans are so much shorter than havenworlder’s, save for those factions that have found other means, electronic or body-swapping, to extend it. But one scientist has been working with a family for a very long time on changing that at the genetic level. Now, with his research in hand, he does a presentation to a scientific panel about his research with the family, how it could benefit humans and extend their life spans, and how it could be applied in the future. And, waiting not far was his constant companion who’d become more than just a friend. She was strong and healthy and well at over 150 years of age, still quite spry. She smiled with love in her eyes for the one standing there giving his presentation. Her name was Pam, and not long after they’d met, they’d fallen in love. And now, he was giving others hope as well. She was so proud.
This is based off of the prompt from 7 months ago in Steemit called “Concerning Countdown”. But it keeps listing the link I add as SPAM. I’m sorry. – Anon Guest
[AN: That would be this one as Anons can’t post links in my forum for some weird reason. I’ve tried and failed to unriddle it. If you don’t want to join, that’s fine. One of my members is very diligent at digging up the links.]
Nobody lives forever. Technically, the B'Nari can, it’s just that they don’t want to. The oldest known B'Nari “hung around” for an extra century “just to prove they could”. According to their own journals, it was the dullest one hundred years of their life.
No intelligent life was ever made to be immortal. I kept telling my Lox that. He was four hundred and mumblety-something. I was Twenty-five and fresh to the family job. It didn’t matter then. It still doesn’t matter now.
He never groomed me. We just… talked science. Telomeres and life-extension and the thin line between potentially infinite rejuvenation and cancer. He once spent an entire decade -on and off- trying to convince me that printing myself a new, younger body to inhabit wasn’t stealing a life. I even saw a documentary on the entire process. New bodies aren’t cloned and grown - they’re printed. like you’d print any piece of furniture. The last step is stimulating the heart and lungs before the old mind-pattern moves in.
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Challenge #02741-G184: A Helping Hand
“Do you enjoy this? You’re an adult.”
“Yeah, but I have the emotional maturity of a child, because my emotional development was stunted by repeated trauma while I was growing up. So, if I watch stuff like this, it helps me feel like doing stuff around the house, because I’m really, really impressionable. Also, I have to clean my living space, it’s disgusting.”
“So you’re watching a children’s show to help you clean your home.”
“And now you know why I have diminished responsibility.” – Anon Guest
Therapy for Humans is a strange realm to begin with, and then you have the peculiar group of Humans who attempt to hack their own brains. They are, after all, the first responders to the chaos inside their heads. Some know their patterns. Some just realise that they’re going through some ungulate excrement and attempt to apply whatever brakes they have access to.
Others choose motivation, with varying degrees of success. Some attempts are doomed to failure. This was looking like one of them. Human Kat was watching an animated entertainment aimed at children. One evidently familiar to her as she was singing along with some of the songs under her breath.
Companion Uinn attempted to unriddle this particular inactivity. Human Kat was one of the ones with Diminished Responsibility and a greater need for assistance at personal-level minutia. She could reliably feed and dress herself, but the issue was in cleaning up any messes. Which had evidently happened since Uinn had last visited Kat’s domicile. “Do you have a story to tell about this?”
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