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What if all arthropod names were as whimsical as Daddy Long Legs?
Earthworm: Doctor Noodle Body
Butterfly: Colonel Flutter Flap
Centipede: Grandma Tickle-Feet
Humans are weird - inter-species behavior
So I read through a lot of Humans are weird posts, but while there are a lot about our pets and stuff, there is one I have not seen yet, namely how when you raise kids with animals, the kids will adapt certain behaviors from the animals. There has been a study where a researcher tried raising an chimpanzee as human alongside his son but stopped because his son started behaving more like a chimpanzee, but the same happens with cats and dogs too! Personally, I’ve been raised alongside cats for as long as I can remember and as an introvert spend more time with her than other people. And I’m in college, but even now, when someone attacks me or does something I really don’t like (tickling and the like) my first instinct is not to tell them to stop, but to hiss, and my first instinct of defense is not hitting, though that too, but scratching and when people try to get their hand in my face also biting. My sister bit a dog once that tried to bite her because we had one when she was in her impressionable stage, which sadly died shortly before mine. And I’m really curious how aliens would react to that, like, one of their crewmates starting to tickle another and the second one is just starting to imitate aggressive sounds from one of their various pet species, or even in a more serious situation, like being attacked by a predator on another world they are currently exploring.
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Rhakesh was a little nervous. It had been only a few years since humans made first contact and they had rapidly integrated into the United Galaxies. They were brilliant engineers, had a staggering amount of cultures as a side-effect of actively preserving it and even now maintaining separate countries that just made democratic decisions in the Human Senate, and were, in general, extremely baffling to the galactic community.
Baffling, like the facts that they often did crazy stuff due to bonding. Xe had heard horror stories of humans taping knifes to cleaning units or bringing predators thrice the size of xir own species on boards as pets, though humans were easily twice the size of xir species. As such, xe was rather thankful xir own crewmember, scientist and explorer Human-Katharina merely chose one of her homeworld’s - Terra, xe remembered her calling it - animals as pet, some rather small predator proving itself useful when it caught some of the rodents that had sneaked on board on the last planet they visited to map it out, which Human-Katharina had called a cat and claimed to have had at least one at all times in her life. Human-John, their engineer human, called her a crazy cat lady as a joke, and they had multiple discussions about the superiority of either cats or dogs, which she claimed to like and have had two, most in good fun as both had either pet at some time in their lives.
However, as much as xe trusted in Human-Katharina’s abilities to handle the small predators - Human-John had coughed and laughed as he said it, reminding xir that Human-Katharina had owned both a German Shepherd and a Doberman-Hovawart mixed breed, though xe did not understand what that had to do with xir sentence - the world they were about to land on and map was known to have predators as big as one and a half of xir species, and the biggest member of the exploration crew was in fact Human-Katharina, so xe was sure that should they run into the beast, very few of xir team would come back to live the tale, and as much as Human-John claimed that Human-Katharina was far from defenseless, she did look rather frail compared to him, being about a head smaller and thus being likely a promising target for the beast. Human-John had then muttered something about compressed rage, but as Human-Katharina was a rather cheery and kind person, Rhakesh was not sure what to make of such a comment.
“Captain, are you ready?” Xe looked up at the soft, oddly melodic voice of Human-Katharina bringing xe back from xir thoughts, nodding slightly and looking over the control panels one last time, to make sure everything was in order. Then, xe too left the control room to join xir team at the exit ramp. Hopefully everything would go well and they would not run into the beast.
Xe knew of the human saying of jinxing something, but xe had not thought it to be so prophetic. At least, not before xe was frozen in fear, staring at the huge beast slowly prowling towards their team. Some of the other species were already making sounds of distress, while she just had furrowed her brows, due to the oxygen-rich atmosphere being one of the few able to forgo the helmet the others had to wear, and even the slight filters she and Human-John had to wear on the ship so as to not breathe in some of the gases they needed to breath. As such, xe had a very clear visual of her slightly calculating looks, hushing over the assembled team and back to the beast. Just as it was about to ready itself for the attack - and Rhakesh realized with horror it was aiming at xe - she quickly put herself in between them and the rest of the team, causing some startled sounds. The beast, going up to her chest, growled, a deep, absolutely unsettling sound. Xe knew no other being who could anything as threatening - at least, until Human-Katharina opened her own mouth and…
Hissed.
Never before had xe heard a sound like that come from either human on the ship, nor heard stories about it, so it startled xe just as much as it did the others. Xe knew the sound, the pet - cat, xe reminded xir - occasionally making the same noise when someone almost stepped on it or it generally thought anything to be dangerous, even once hissing at some from the command who tried to threaten Human-Katharina as not every species was all that accepting of humans. However, from the cat, it sounded softer, the sound coming from Human-Katharina however sounded much more threatening than that - a little deeper, but with much more fury in it. Enough so to even startle the predator, before it caught itself and instead attacked Human-Katherina, causing startled and panicked shouts from the rest of the group who had used the time to inch away from both predator and crewmate. Even Rhakesh had known better than staying so close to two fighting predators, as xe was now very unpleasantly and instinctively reminded that that was what humans were - predators who were fierce enough to domesticate their own former predators - into dogs, xe remembered with a little fear. Human-Katharina had held two domesticated highly dangerous animals as pets before, and Human-John had said that anything with Doberman mixed in it was said to be especially aggressive, and xe had disregarded it but-
The beast’s pained yowling was what tore xe from xir thoughts the second time that day. It had jumped away from Human-Katharina, with… blood coming from five deep slashes on it’s snout. Slashes caused undoubtedly from Human-Katharina’s fingernails, as those of her right hand dripped with it, and human blood was red. She had… countered it’s attack?
“Captain Rhakesh!”
Xe almost whirled around, having heard Human-John’s shout. Someone had managed to connect to the ship, someone who was not as frozen in fear and entranced by the fight of the two apex predators - one native, one not but instead sentient - in front of them. Of course, the ship would have had to send Human-John, he was the only other person on board not needing a protective suit, of which there were none left. He came to a halt, slightly panting, and as such trapped their group in between predators. Xe didn’t mind all that much, especially as Human-John stared a little at the fight himself. Was this not usual for human, then?
“Damn, I forgot growing up with cats could do that.” He actually chuckled, weaving a way around the group, respectful of their fear-signals. Just as he had circled to the other side, the beast jumped at Human-Katharina again, who hissed in response, and not only slashed at it again with her nails, but when the beast tried to close it’s jaw around her neck evaded it and actually BIT the beast itself! Again, the best yowled, and once it disengaged - and xe was horrified to see the beast’s blood around Human-Katharina’s mouth, the teeth imprints around it’s snout showing clearly she actually bit down hard - yowled again, to which Human-Katharina only answered with a growl and a step towards it, arching her hands so her fingernails - which now remarkably resembled claws - looked just about enough to tear deeply into the beast’s flesh by themselves. The beast too seemed to realize this, whining and rolling on it’s back, presenting it’s throat.
Human-Katharina had just frightened one of the most deadly predators known to the United Galaxies into submission.
Human-John, suddenly laughed, the sound startling not only xe and xir team, but also the predator, who was very quick to disappear, retreating to probably never come back. Human-Katharina did not seem surprised, merely watching until it was out of sight before spitting out the black blood, wiping her mouth and scrunching her nose. “Bah.”
What.
Again, Human-John laughed, confusing xe. “What’cha laughing at?” “Sorry, but… you just frightened a predator almost as big as yourself by imitating a cat.” Her eyebrows rose in confusion. “I mean, yeah I know it’s because you grew up with one, but… really.” “If you have nothing better to do, can you give me the water out of my backpack? I want to get that disgusting taste out of my mouth.” “What does it taste like?” “Escargo.” Xe knew that word. It was a specialty of one of the Human nations, the one named France, and Human-Katharina hated it with a passion after apparently being dragged to a restaurant specializing in things like that by her parents, with that being the least disgusting thing on the menu. She never elaborated what it was, but xe knew she said she had to throw up afterwards, from the taste alone, and barely managed to avoid her parents knowing about that. “Oh, poor thing. Here you go. By the way, you probably want to wipe your hands, you’re freaking them out.”
Now Human-Katharina’s expression grew shocked, before realization crossed it and she hurriedly cleaned her hand with the tissue Human-John gave her, before taking a few swigs of the water bottle and turning to the crew. “Are you alright?” “What… what was that? That wasn’t human standard! It was not in the manual!” One of the others of xir species managed to stammer out, and there was a brief look of embarrassment and shame on her face. “Sorry for startling you like this. And, well… no, it’s a side-effect from growing up with so many cats.” There was a short, awkward laugh. “basically, because she spend more time with her pets than her peers she adopted a few cat mannerisms, like hissing instead of shouting or growling and having no reservations about biting or scratching to defend herself and others when necessary. It happens sometimes, I think there was this scientist who tried raising his son with some… bear, I think? But he gave up when the son adopted mannerisms of the animal instead the other way round. With cats it’s… a little more socially acceptable, because cat behavior is, aside from the scratching and hissing part, not all that different from ours.” “It was a chimpanzee, not a bear, but otherwise he’s right. There’s this… stage at an early age where we are impressionable in what behavior we adopt, and well, I had multiple cats at the time and was mostly homeschooled, so I had more contact with cats than my peers.“
Well. It seems xe now had something to add to the Human guide.
Humans Are Weird
So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.
Earth being Space Australia Words cannot express how much I love these posts
Alien: “I’m sorry, what did you just say your comfortable temperature range is?”
Human: “Honestly we can tolerate anywhere from -40 to 50 Celcius, but we prefer the 0 to 30 range.”
Alien: “……. I’m sorry, did you just list temperatures below freezing?”
Human: “Yeah, but most of us prefer to throw on scarves or jackets at those temperatures it can be a bit nippy.”
Other human: “Nah mate, I knew this guy in college who refused to wear anything past his knees and elbows until it was -20 at least.”
Human: “Heh. Yeah everybody knows someone like that.”
Alien: “……. And did you also say 50 Celcius? As in, half way to boiling?”
Human: “Eugh. Yes. It sucks, we sweat everywhere, and god help you if you touch a seatbelt buckle, but yes.”
Alien: “……. We’ve got like 50 uninhabitable planets we think you might enjoy.”
“You’re telling me that you have… settlements. On islands with active volcanism?” “Well, yeah. I’m not about to tell Iceland and Hawaii how to live their lives. Actually, it’s kind of a tourist attraction.” “What, the molten rock?” “Well, yeah! It’s not every day you see a mountain spew out liquid rocks! The best one is Yellowstone, though. All these hot springs and geysers from the supervolcano–” “You ACTIVELY SEEK OUT ACTIVE SUPERVOLCANOES?” “Shit, man, we swim in the groundwater near them.”
Sounds like the “Damned” trilogy by Alan Dean Foster.
“And you say the poles of your world would get as low as negative one hundred with wind chill?”
“Yup, with blizzards you cant see through every other day just about.”
“Amazing! when did you manage to send drones that could survive such temperatures?”
“… well, actually…”
“… what?”
“…we kinda……. sent……….. people…..”
“…”
“…”
“…what?”
“we sent-”
“no yeah I heard you I just- what? You sent… HUMANS… to a place one hundred degrees below freezing?”
“y-yeah”
“and they didn’t… die?”
“Well the first few did”
“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE???!?!?!?”
My new favorite Humans are Weird quote
“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE?”
aka The History of Russia
aka Arctic Exploration
aka The History of Alaska
Being from Alaska, this was sort of how I felt going to college in the lower 48′s and learned that no one else had been put through a literal survival camp as a regular part of their school curriculum, including but not limited to:
1. Learning to recognize all forms of animal tracks in the wild so you can avoid bears and moose and search out rabbits and other small animals to eat.
2. Extensive swimming and climbing on glacial pieces with competitions to see who could last the longest, followed by a group sit in the sauna so we wouldn’t get hypothermia (no, not kidding, I really did this many times as a kid!)
3. How to navigate using the stars to get back to civilization.
4. How to select the right type of moss from the trees to start a fire with damp wood (because, y’know, you’re in a field of snow. Nothing is dry.)
5. How to carve out a small igloo-like space to sleep in the snow to preserve body heat and reduce the windchill so you won’t freeze to death in the arctic.
“I’m telling you, I don’t think we need to worry about territory conflicts with the humans. You know all those deathtrap hell-worlds in the Argoth Cluster?” “Those worthless rocks? Yeah.” “80% of them are considered ‘resort destinations’ by those freaky little primates.”
This would be an interesting read if this was a book.
Like, an alien invasion is about to start and the book is a chronicle of how the aliens couldn’t handle both humans in general and the range of environments and ended up being destroyed through the eyes of one of the aliens.
Like a caption from the book would be something like
“So we sent a recon team to this place called Russia, but all we’ve heard back thus far is about the temperatures, giant monsters with fur the humans call “Bears”, and that once again, we have been reminded of how heavily well armed almost ever human settlement is.
Thus far we have lost more than a good chunk of our forces through experiments gone wrong, unsuccessful fire fights, and above all else, the humans seem to be more worried about these strange variation of their species calling themselves “Clowns”.
I don’t know what a Clown is, but sounds as if it is the dominant faction of this planet, and considering we only just found out humans practically poison themselves with this thing called beer and only get stronger and more violent, I don’t ever want to encounter such a being.
I believe this invasion was a mistake.“
I’ve been reading a bunch of these and all I can think about now is aliens finding out about our insane ability to walk away from accidents.
“Human Colony SDO435**, this is Gxanimi survey vessel 3489. We regret that we must inform you that the wreckage of your ship ‘Gecko Flyer’ has just been detected on planet F56=K=. We offer expressions of sympathy for this catastrophe.”
“Shit, thanks for telling us, we’ll be right there.”
“Why?”
“To find our people, of course.”
“… you wish to retrieve the corpses for your traditional death rituals, of course, we understand. We have sent the coordinates.”
“What do you mean, bodies? No survivors at all? There must be some.”
“Official mouthpiece of Human Colony SDO435**, the ship has crashed. It has impacted the planet’s surface at speed. Moreover, this might have happened as much as five vek ago. We do not understand why you speak of ‘survivors’.”
“Oh, there’ll be survivors. There always are.”
“(closes hyperspace voicelink) How sad that they are unable to accept the reality of their loss.”
*
“Hey, Gxanimi survey vessel 3489, thanks for letting us know about the Gecko Flyer. More than half the crew made it!”
“Made what?”
“They survived! A couple of lost limbs and so on, but they’ll be fine.”
“… but that vessel was destroyed! Images have been examined!”
“Oh, well, everyone in the fore-below compartment was crushed, obviously, but the others made it out.”
“… but the crash was vek ago! Excuse we… at least eighty of your ‘days’! How could they survive without a ship? Without shelter and supplies?”
“Well, the wreckage gave them some shelter, and of course the emergency supplies kept them going until they could start growing stuff. It’s actually a nice little planet, they said. Quite a lot of edible flora and fauna. T-shirt weather, in summer, too.”
“What is… t-shirt weather?”
“Oh, you know, when it’s comfortable to go around with only modesty covering over the epidermis. Exposed limbs.”
“That planet is so cold that even water solidifies in its atmosphere!”
“Well, in winter, obviously. But we like that. Listen, our people have been raising crops down there, and that’s usually how we rule a planet as ‘colonized’…. is anyone else using it, or can we call it?”
“Er… we have claimed the warmer planets in the system, but we believe we could come to some arrangement.”
*
It was really nice, the humans thought, how carefully most of the aliens kept an eye out for downed ships after that, once they found out that humans tended to survive anything less than explosive decompression or… well, explosions generally. They’d immediately inform the nearest outpost of a wreck’s location, or even ship survivors back themselves. It was very thoughtful.
They didn’t find out until a long time later that the Gxanimi had put out the word to every species they were in contact with. It was vital that everyone knew the things they had learned about humans after that first encounter.
1. Humans can literally walk away from an impact that renders a space-worthy hull so much scrap and would have actually liquefied a Gxanimi.
2. Humans will eat just about anything not immediately fatal to them - including, in extremis, the corpses of their dead crewmates. In fact, most human vessels keep a list of those willing to be eaten and those whose socio-religious scruples forbid it. They have a ridiculously high tolerance for dangerous substances, and if they can breathe on a planet they can probably eat something on it too. They also have something they call the ‘Watney Protocol’, which requires them to carry live soil samples, seeds, and simple tools that will allow them to start farming their own native foodstuffs on any remotely habitable planet immediately in the event of an accident.
3. Once they’ve farmed a planet, they bond with it. They’ll be polite, but it’ll take significant effort to get rid of them even so.
Conclusion: If a human ship crashes on a planet you like and want to keep, get other humans to come and get them immediately. Remove them yourself if you have to. Even the worst crash can result in a thriving colony in a few vek.
And don’t, for the love of gravitational regularity, try to solve that problem by killing off the survivors. Just don’t. It won’t work and it just makes all the rest of them mad.
White people by Smosh
OK but why is this so relatable? Why are you always smiling like that??
i hate this. im going to think about this everytime i do this now. its like that fucking white people running across the road post im so pissed.
@itsmikuisa in my experience, both from asking my friends and being white myself, it’s because there seems to be some unspoken rule that all white children be raised thinking YOU HAVE TO SMILE WHEN YOU GET SOMEONE and at some point we all allow that to degenerate to “this looks kinda like a smile and I am acknowledging you therefore my job is done”
Yeah, it’s basically an acknowledgement of “hey, you’re there, I see you’re there, I’m aware that you’re there, and I’ve acknowledged you”, but it’s hard to smile on command when you really just want to get on with what you’re doing. I know it probably doesn’t seem like it, but it’s meant to be a courtesy, and we do it to each other, too.
this post explaining White Culture
probably not that
One day robots are going to be sentient beings going through a fight for equal rights, and we’ll be the old generation saying “I’m not giving voting rights to a damn machine”, while our grandkids talk about how backward we all are
Nah man fuck that the bare instant we prove that machines are sentient I will be campaigning to give them whatever rights they want I’m not gonna be up against the wall when the robots turn on us bring on our metal-clad brothers and sisters let’s do this.
What do we want?
EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ROBOTS
When do we want it?
BEFORE THEY’RE EVEN HERE, SO WE DON’T RISK MAKING THEM UPSET
“I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters.”
A novel by me
“I read the whole series in less than two days, and now can’t separate the events of individual books” the thrilling sequel
“I’ve read so much fanfic for this series, I can’t remember what really happened in the books” the stunning conclusion
Star Wars: A Bad Lip Reading
The Empire Strikes Back: A Bad Lip Reading
RETURN OF THE JEDI: A Bad Lip Reading
the second two are the BEST
Humans have such mindbogglingly complex social lives. You think we evolved giant brains to do math problems? Wrong, we evolved them to keep up with neighborhood gossip. Math problems were a side effect
*mobile blogs in front of computer*
When I was a kid, the most thrilling thing that could happen to me was getting permission to have a friend stay the night. These sleepovers were so much fun that I was sure when I grew up I would live in a giant house with all of my friends forever. (I never wondered who would do the dishes.) Nearly everyone I know had similar daydreams, but this is something we are supposed to grow out of, and replace with daydreams about living with a romantic partner. This isn’t entirely going as planned for our society. It seems like every few weeks an article is circulated that inspires a giant online hand-wringing about millennials resisting committed romantic relationships, or Gen Xers continuing to have roommates. (“The millennial generation lacks the ability to love!” “Meet the people flatsharing in their 40s!”) We’ve collectively decided that people who live with their friends have failed terribly, people who live with a partner have achieved incredible domestic success, and people who live alone or don’t centre their lives around romance are possibly just broken. We are all encouraged to work hard to have stable lives. But at the same time, we’re encouraged to anchor our lives around the relationship that is the least stable. It is uncomfortable to think of romantic love in those terms, but it’s not inaccurate.
Audra Williams, from this National Post article “Why living with your friends doesn’t make you a bad adult”. Really interesting and valid as an observation of the state of our society nowadays and the fact that focus on marriage as ‘success’ is totally ideological, but it also resonated with me as a defense of asexuality; and ace, aro issues. Romance does not have to rule your life. (via 360degreesasthecrowflies)
The God Wars
In the beginning…
belief and rituals shaped the first gods from the dreams of man.
As the civilizations of man grew, so did the strength and influence of their deities.
In return for sacrifice, the gods gifted their followers with mystic might.
But the people wanted more than these gifts could provide.
In their souls the people found their own power. They called it “Craft.”
The gods, jealous and afraid,
struck down the firsts of these Craftsmen.
Thus the God Wars began.
But the gods were formed from the faith of man. It was a war they could not win.
And so the Craftsmen took up the mantle of the gods and rule in their stead.
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