Humans are unstoppable...Until they arenāt.
Iām not the most eloquent writer, but Iāve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured Iād put it out into the universe.
A lot of the basis for theĀ āhumans are space orcsā stuff is the idea that weāre pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that donāt kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress.Ā
But that doesnāt make us unkillable, and even though we can surviveĀ debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesnāt mean itās fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least itās probably quick.
So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- thereās a tonĀ of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like,Ā āwelp, guess weāll die thenā. But then.
They ask the human. Because everyoneās heard the stories - youāre basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still saysĀ āYeah, I could fix itā. And the rest of the crew is like,Ā āWhaaaaaa, it wonāt kill you?āĀ and the human repeatsĀ āI can fix itā (which isnāt an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they sendĀ āem in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, theyāre entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excitedĀ to get to the nearest stationās bar to tell their very own human story, cuz,Ā āthose crazy humans, amiright?ā.
The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first itās just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. Theyāll beĀ fine. Humans are always fine.Ā
-Ā What isā¦ help. Help!-
- been days. You need sleep, you-
- nother transfusion. WeĀ could-
A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.
āBe careful with your humansā it whispers.Ā āTheirĀ strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they donāt do something they canāt come back from, because when a human diesā¦ they die slowly.ā
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