It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
in the darkness of the night, a formidable tower stands alone, its vagrant guest running away from its labyrinth. his petite legs run as far as they could take him from his endless prison. for the first time in his life, he's free from his captors that terrorized him.
"but what now?" he thinks to himself as he collapses in the grass. though the supernatural beasts that held him captive were terrifying, their gross, slimy, spindly presence were the only things that kept him company. deep down... maybe that prison was home...
"you look lost, my love."
emerging from the dark, a looming figure that sounds like two people running trots over to the vagrant's side. the moonlight shines upon their handsome equine features, capturing the sights of the vagrant's beautiful sapphire orbs.
"an apple as beautiful as you shouldnt be wandering alone at night." the centaur speaks.
the vagrant wipes his glittering tears. his heart swelling as their 6'8 figure towers over him. "i dont know... maybe im right were i should be..."
"then perhaps the good light has led us here tonight. shall we see where else it'll take us?"
"omggomg yeys yes plsplspl" "who am i to refuse?"
"a charmer you are." they neigh, kneeling down to offer his backside. "come... mount me."
and he does.
they gallop gracefully into the night. the centaur rides them from valleys to forests to the beachy waves. the vagrant was in awe, starstruck by the beauty of WRITE DESCRIPTION LATER
"the sun! its so beautiful!" the vagrant said, wrapping their arms around the centaur's waist and holding him close. "i could stay like this forever..."
"perchance, but i must stop..." they sigh dreamily.
"wh- but why!?"
"because there's a guy in the way."
"oh."
a merman laid across the shore like a beached whale.. but sexy. a sexy whale. his scaly tail flops helplessly on the sand and his gills also filled with sand, there's a lot of sand ok. the vagrant quickly runs to his aide, picking him up with unexpected strength.
"you should be more careful next time..." the vagrant cooes handsomly in a growling tone but in a nonchalantly way.
"thanks." the merman swoons, his 2-3 hearts beating from his chest. "i was going to wait for high tide to pull me back in, but i was too far from shore."
"would you like me to take you to the waters?"
"well i came up here to lay eggs and crash sailor ships but if you're offering..."
"then let us not waste the day." the centaur offers.
the merman saddles up with the two of them, holding onto the vagrant with his strong scaly arms. he smells like expired tuna.
"so, you said something about eggs?" the vagrant asks.
"yeah, and they'r
"Hey, Tobias!"
"ACK-! Y-yeah!?"
"Wanna go get some ice cream?"
"Oh- ok! Just let me finish up here..."
"You've been typing all day, what're you writing?"
"N-nothing, just editing this article."
"C'mooon, your face's been up on that screen all day. Editing can wait, rum raisin can't."
For thousands of years humanity has selectively bred chickens to have larger breasts and to have to lay eggs constantly. We did it to get more meat and per chicken, but from the perspective of the domesticated chickens they’re sorta living in a very specific fetish scenario
the autism thing of having to learn to preface every question you ask with Holy Shit I'm Just Curious Please Dont Yell At Me because it turns out a lot of questions seem to Mean Something and people will get mad if you ask them
