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 #02645-G088: Getting to Know You
“Try not to read my my mind, I am running five jokes in my head, that will possibly offend you and make you laugh. Another part of my head is accidentally reminiscing about college and now internally screaming. My lizard brain want food. And the rest is upholding this conversation.”
“First off, how did you block my mind scan, and secondly - lizard brain?”
“Oh a part of the human brain can be traced back to a reptilian ancestor thus it is dubbed the lizard brain. Speaking of lizards…” a green creature crawled out of the human sleeves. “Her name is Shelby.”
“That does not explain the mind scan.” – Anon Guest
As a survival tactic, telepathy is not one of the more common evolutionary stepstones. Those who have it, of course, think it’s vital until they eventual fact that other telepathic species are very rare and other cogniscents don’t know how to do Private Thoughts.
That’s when they learn to adapt to tuning out the seas of mental babble, or at least shutting themselves off from it until they consciously scan other minds. The Melil are experts at this, having learned their lessons and returned to teach those at home how to protect themselves before they encounter the harsh truth.
Of the telepathic species, the Melil are the most widely-spread because of their practical approach to non-telepathic encounters. Nevertheless, there are still some encounters that surprise even them. Like having a Human block them upon first greeting.
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Challenge #02617-G060: Bonding Through Irritation
The humans teach some havenworlders how to play an infamous board game known as monopoly. – Anon Guest
Competition is innate in Humans. Without some form of competition in their lives or society, Humans tend to… wither. A society without competition goes retrograde. A Human without competition becomes bored. There are few forces in the universe more destructive than a bored Human.
Fortunately for Havenworlders, Humans tend to bring along entertainment. This may be some kind of survival instinct at work or even a protective one. Human protective instincts are renowned for being very strong indeed. Full analysis must await cogniscents who are immune to infection by Human Insanity.
Nevertheless, always be wary of the ones who bring along tabletop games. There are three kinds of those. The ones that take two to five years to play, the ones that are ludicrously complicated and difficult to understand, and the ones that seem engineered to create animosity. Of the last category, the game known as Monopoly is the worst.
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Challenge #02611-G054: Strange and Confounding Customs
“I’m not a matchmaker, all I did was bring my friends to dinner and at first they were at each other’s throats but at the end they were ‘very’ close,” I shudder, pushing away the thoughts “Now all my friends are trying to get in my other friends pants and it is getting very awkward for being the third wheel for the seventh time" – Anon Guest
[AN: I mislike the hate-at-first-sight becoming Tru Luv™ by the third act because good relationships don’t start like that, and they definitely don’t maintain. Fiction needs more plausibly stable relationships.]
Deathworlders can get territorial and possessive. This is known among many. It is especially known to Thryx Maahalyk, who knows several Deathworlders and also loves throwing dinner parties for his friends. In order to keep things moderately civil, he only invited two Deathworlders at a time.
…who unfortunately faced off like cats who were strangers to each other. Hissing, posturing, and swiping at each other included. Again and again, two Deathworlders judgmentally sized each other up… and initiated hostilities.
“You also know this danger-magnet ball of fluff? Get outta here,” was the usual greeting, then one of them would punch the other in the arm. They would competitively compare ‘war stories’, barking at each other until the food was finally ready and then… Alarmingly for Thryx… they would share food. It was perplexing. First, they were fighting, then they were initiating mating signals with each other.
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Challenge #02587-G030: Gung Ho
You say “martyr” and I say “I love my family.” Sometimes you have to accept that humans make peace with the concept of sacrificing a life for their loved ones (no matter what species). Get on that bike and RIDE, b@tch. – Ride or Die
This is why Humans are considered insane. Their sense of self-preservation is subservient to the greater good. They can look at an overloaded sled, figure out the importance of the supplies needed at the destination, and throw themselves off for the pursuing predators. Many will grab an axe or a blade and vow to make things difficult, but the result is often the same.
It is more often scattered remains found by the villagers at a later date. Sometimes - rare, celebrated times - it is the sacrifice staggering into the village with extra layers made out of bloody wolf hides.
There is not a mother amongst them who would not die for their child. No parent who would go down fighting just for the chance that their progeny has a chance to escape. There is not one among them who will refuse to go out fighting for their pack. There is nothing more dangerous than a Human who has told the Last Lie. They have nothing left to lose. They call it, “Ride or Die”. It is very often both.
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