Them Dang Humans Won't Stop With The Everything Too Much™

A blog compiling all those posts people keep making about Aliens because I love aliens and reading a lot. Ask and submit boxes are always open if you think of anything!

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Alien Abductions & Lie Detector Tests: Some Thoughts.

When someone asks me anything about my abuse by an ex-husband, all the things measured by the LDT are amped up, which means anything I say when asked about that time would register as a lie on an LDT because the post traumatic stress creates the fight or flight response when recalling it. The LDT would register my words as lies because it’s measuring stress responses.

1. No one who is hooked up to an LDT is stress free. They’re there to prove something, which is stressful.

2. PTSD from trauma creates stress responses even without being hooked up to a strange device (the LDT).

It’s pretty obvious, if you think a little bit, that asking a person about traumatic events (which, by all accounts, an alien abduction experience is) while they’re hooked up to an LDT will fairly consistently give you false results. About the only thing it’s good for is being cruel to those who experience Very Strange Things (such as alien abductions, etc.); profound, inescapable abuse (prisoners of  war, children who survived intense abuse for the first decades of  life); or any other traumatic personhood altering experience.  But not for proving anything happened or did not happen. Lie Detectors are just torture devices that are unable to demonstrate the TRUTH of anything, while setting up an already anxious person to have their worst fears ( such as ‘nobody will believe me’) validated.

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I’m actually really interested to see what the Space Orcs/Humans Are Strange Crew will make of this observation of mine.  Have we thought about what would happen if someone who’d been abducted (for good, bad, or indifferent) ended up working on an alien ship and how would the aliens react to their PTSD related to whatever other species did to them? And how other humans without any awareness of the presence of alien cultures treated them?  How will the aliens react to discovering that this crazy pack bonding species actually treats those species mates who have radically different life experiences are shunned and abused for it in some circumstances?

[crasybirdlady]

Humans are wird: the need for physical contact.

When the Kazan warriors started their quest to adopt orphans, they were met with red tape. Lots and lots af Red tape.

No race wantet to surrender children in the care of, what they precived to be, highly trained killing machines. No one but the humans that is.

Although the humans also had a lot of bureaucracy, they at least were willing to consider letting the warriors become parents

One case worker quickly cut thru a lot of paper work by suggesting, that in sted of adoption, the kazan should consider becoming foster parents.

The kazan had never heard of the concept and when the case worker explained it, they were stunned.

They could not imagine children being unwanted. Why would someone abandon a child or mistreat a vulnerable young?

They considered it abhorrent and obscene. In their eyes, people who mistreated children were vile and despicable.

They gladly agreed to take in foster children. At first only older children and teenagers were placed in their care.

Many of the children were suspicious at first. Used to being unwanted and shuffled from home to home, they had learned not to expect much and not to become attached.

But with the Kazan they were cherished and appreciated. The warriors were thrilled to have them and they showered the children with affection.

The Kazan learned that physical contact was important to human development, so it became common to see a huge, mammoth warrior hugging a teeny tiny human.

Unfortunately many of the children had been abused and naturally were afraid of being touched.

So the kazan learned to make elaborate hairdos, to let frightened children get used to physical contact.

Bedtime stories continued long after human parents would stop, so the warriors could sit close to the dejected and forlorn children without being to intrusive.

Soon the kazan barracks were filled with jubilant kids racing through the corridors giggling and playing.

The kazan adored their children and raised them to become kind, gracious and thoughtful.

They were ingenious and quick-witted and like their fosterfathers, they bravery stood up for those, who could not stand up for them selves.

Soon abusers across the universe were confronted by seemingly diminutive and minute humans, who turned out to be fearless and relentless, when disposing of bullies.

They would stop at nothing to put an end to abuse of power and callous mistreatment of others.

Kazan raised humans were a force to be reckoned with and in the rare occurrence they got in over their heads?

Well they were backed by gigantic warriors, who would desolate entire planets to ceep them safe.

[wisemanwhodoesntknow]

Why the hell do I get so many of these things on my dash at 4am?!?!

[humanityissstrange]

@wisemanwhodoesntknow that’s the only time our kind feels comfortable being up…or we are all in different time zones… Either way…..

[humans-are-seriously-weird]

The human manual

Ok i have been thinking, everyone talks about aliens updating the ‘human manual’ for how to deal with humans right?

Well the humans have one too.

They have a manual that tells about each species, along with pictures and diagrams and things to look out for, along with things about us that may harm them.

But then there is the 'human manual’ that is run by humans.

And no alien can get into it.

It is a literally joke book, it has stabby, it talks about things that aliens dont get, it has jokes and things that, under no circumstances, are you to tell the aliens what it means.

Humans will read the human manual written by aliens and laugh at some of the things, they will update their manual the day after the latest human update.

It is our own personal hive mind.

And the way they keep aliens out?

To get in you must do something extremely human, followed by a piece of human DNA.

Soemtimes you quote a vine, or do the Macarena, other times, you make an animal sound, please add onto the idea of the 'human manual’ written by humans, for humans.

[humans-are-seriously-weird]

Shake it all about!

Ok, so shaking hands what originally meant as a way of making sure the person you were meeting with wasn’t carrying concealed weapons. The hand clasp proved that your hand was empty and the shaking motion was meant to dislodge any weapon hiding up the sleeve. Now imagine aliens don’t really touch random people because there’s a lot of space diseases out there. Aliens can figure out why humans shake hands with one another until someone stumbles into a Earth History class. Instructor: Now class, the handshake was invented as a way to know your enemy. If a man was carrying weapons and meant to harm you, they wouldn’t shake your hand for fear of the weapons being discovered. The human manual is updated with this information and all of a sudden handshakes are all the rage and mostly used by space pirates and other criminals. Witch can cause problems when meeting aliens that habe poison skin…

[feralcatdad]

Humans Are Weird: Memory

More specifically memorizing song lyrics. Like Bohemian Rhapsody for example, six minutes long but it seems like literally EVERYONE knows the whole thing. Or, personally, Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day which is nine minutes. Yet at the same time being able to forget THE MOST MINIR THINGS

Commander Ze’k was walking, or more appropriately, crawling, around the ship, making sure things were going smoothly. Suddenly xe heard something. It was melodic, but slow in rhythm.

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”

The sound was coming from Human-Eli’s quarters. Ze’k followed the sound, intrigued. Xe had known Earth music to be different to xer own, but never actually listened to it.

“Caught in a landsliiiide, no escape from reality!”

Human-Eli moves around her room like she was looking for something.

Ze’k stood there, listening and watching, for the full six minutes, the human not faltering once. When the tune finally stopped, Human-Eli spoke.

“Now where the hell did I put that wrench…?”

[blessedbrick]

You know what kills me? Artificial flavors. The idea that somewhere, sometime, there was a blue raspberry. I’ve never seen a blue raspberry. I have no idea what a blue raspberry should taste like. I know what blue raspberry candy tastes like.

How about apple? Watermelon? Grape? Grape flavored cough syrup? More like fake Concord grape abomination. Yet we accept that this is what they represent. No one believes that watermelon candy actually tastes like watermelon, but if you blindfolded someone and had them eat some, they’d say it was watermelon.

H O W ? ? ?

“Hey, Menah-Tal, I got some candy in a package from home. Do you want to try some?”

Menah-Tal took the bright yellow wrapped candy from Brett. He started to put it in his mouth before Brett stopped him.

“Unwrap it first. There’s a joke on here too - eh, it wouldn’t make sense.”

Menah-Tal gingerly “unwrapped” the candy and took the sticky substance out. These humans. How do they tell what is edible and what isn’t? Menah-Tal watched wistfully as Brett put the tasty-looking wrapper in garbage receptacle. Menah-Tal put the candy in his mouth and sucked on it thoughtfully.

“What is this supposed to taste like on your world, Brett?”

“Banana.”

“Ah.” Menah-Tal continued to suck sagely. “So that’s what ‘banana’ tastes like.”

“Well, it doesn’t actually taste like banana.”

Menah-Tal blinked his three eyes slowly. Why. Why is everything so complicated.

“We had a banana crisis back in the fifties. The banana flavor you’re tasting is modeled after an extinct variety. The only kind we have now doesn’t taste much like that at all.”

Menah-Tal struggled to open his mouth now that the candy had cemented itself around his teeth.

“So your kind has a sweet substance that they eat for enjoyment that is flavored to taste like an extinct fruit?”

Brett shrugged.

“Yup.”

Menah-Tal licked his finger.

“Sounds about right.”

[earth-spaceaustralia]

I love the different takes on how aliens would react to the human race and all but with so many of them i feel like we assume the aliens have no personality, give me aliens with their own stabby the space roomba, aliens who had to make laws about who could fly a spacecraft because a young pilot once tried to do a barrell roll and freaked everyone the fuck out, aliens are not emotionless robots there is a good chance one of them just tried to spell dick with a laser on their moon

[fromhere-tothestars]

So a lot of the humans are weird stories on here are about aliens reactions to normal human things, like drinking coffee and eating spicy stuff. I wanna hear more about what the humans consider weird. Show me a story about a dude who straight up eats a lightbulbs for views and both the aliens and the humans are horrified. Have a half human half alien crew discuss the people addicted to eating things that Should Not be Eaten, like drywall and plastic, and then the aliens have to hide the fact that they always have at least one eye on the human just to be sure they’re not going to up and consume their lab equipment.

[plotbunny-hutch]

Okay, I frickin’ adore the Earth Is Space Australia business, so here’s my two cents. Someone did a great post about laughter as a fear response and how freaky that would be to aliens. 

There’s another thing we do when we’re about to go into battle and we’re scared out of our minds. 

So Alien Steve is minding his own business as the new guy on the Starship Incandescent. It’s a mixed ship, about half human, a quarter Silesian, and the rest a grab bag of species, but he hasn’t had any major problems so far. Then the pirates show up and shoot out their FTL drives so they can’t escape, and they’re outnumbered ten to one, and he calculates their odds of survival at very low. The comm link is still active, so they can hear the pirates laughing as they get ready to tear the Incandescent open and vent them all into vacuum. At least the end will be quick. 

And then he hears it. 

Stamp stamp clap. Stamp stamp clap. Stamp stamp clap. Stamp stamp clap.

And Human Steve starts chanting. It makes no sense. Human incantations are for birth anniversaries, or aquatic grooming rituals, or for the ancient rite of passage known as “ka-ra-oke”. This is not a time of celebration. It is a time of preparing for imminent and ugly death by gravity cannon. But every human on the bridge starts chanting, too. 

The pirates aren’t laughing anymore. Human Steve wraps his fingers around the main gunnery controls, and the crew descends as one into battle. 

Teradecads later, his students will beg him for the story of how the Incandescent destroyed the Tyn’x Syndicate. To this day he credits their victory to the invocation of the great Human battle god Queen.

[sapphire-rosa]

I love and hate the fact that I knew exactly what song this was just from the way it’s written here

[jumpingjacktrash]

i love the idea of alien steve researching human mythology trying to figure out WHICH battle queen their crew has been secretly worshipping all this time. athena? oya? the morrigan? sekhmet? pele? are they all one goddess?

finally they give up and just ask human steve.

human steve grins a slow grin (which is always a bit scary) and says, “i’ll give you a hint. she’s dynamite with a laser beam.”

[doctortwiggles]

That last line gave me shivers

[archivistdraconis]

@humanityissstrange

[cooler-than-cool-beans-blog]

Things I think should be discussed for humans are weird part 2. You people can’t get enough of this.

~You know, when you say a word so many times it seemingly stops being a word? THat.

~When something is so hot it feels cold and vice versa.

~the varying things we find funny. think epic fails and puns. Completely different yet still funny in their own right.

~on that thought, puns. people either hate them or love them. and can you imagine us making puns using alien languages. oh boy.

~weird debates we get into such as how to pronounce egg or whether you shoud eat a sandwich from the top or from the bottom

~politics.

~people with two different eye colors or an extra finger. oddities like that.

~superstitions. for instance if the human crew members wanted a cat then maybe at one of them would be completely opposed to having a black cat or there’s one human who won’t walk under ladders.

~duct tape. slap some of that on any mechanical problem and bam! it’s fixed. the same goes for a lot of other problems but that’s the one that most baffles aliens.

~oragami and stuff like that. just imagine a human in a breifing and by the end of it they used the file they were given to make 7 paper cranes.

~if we’re tired enough we can find a way to sleep anywhere. anywhere.

~horror games like five nights at freddy’s or bendy and the ink machine. we know going in it’ll likely scare the crap out of us and yet we still subject our selves to that terror.

[lordofthegeeks]

Desperate times…

Darra’k’s talons scattered the sample containers which were strewn over the lab floor. They had apparently not been placed in the small cryounits nestled in the corner of the room when the shuttle had misdocked and exploded. Both were sealed, and the lights showed they were still active on their own internal power, whatever was in them was still preserved. They had spent three weeks tracking down the research vessel after it had failed to arrive at the rendezvous. It was a shame, that so many samples were likely ruined. Lillnon came into the room, small data pad clutched in her claws. “No survivors?” Darra’k asked, already expecting the answer.

“No. Life support went down a month ago when the incident occurred.” Lillnon replied.

“Recovery efforts?”

“Crew consisted of four terrans and seven garns. We have recovered all the garns and three and a third of the terrans.”

“A third?”

“One of the terrans seems to have been dismembered. We have only found two lower limbs and one upper limb in the medical suite.”

“No sign of the rest of it?”

“Not yet. It could have been obliterated in the explosion, or drifted somewhere in the ship. Gravity was disabled during the event as well.” Lillnon kicked at the sample vessels, “Obviously.” Her pad chriped receiving a message. “Oh, the logs have been recovered.” She tapped a few commands. “Odd. One of the logs has an entry beyond the time of the incident. Four days after.”

“There was a survivor?” Darra’k ask/stated.

“One of the terrans.”

“Can we playback what was logged afterward?” Darra’k began to walk back toward her ship, followed closely by her subordinate.

“Yeah.” Lillnon pressed a control button.

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“Well. Things could have gone better.” The medical officer spoke to them from the tablet.

“I don’t know exactly what happened, other than it was something catastrophic. Shuttle exploded during the docking procedure. Decompressed almost the entire ship, seems to have instantly killed everyone but me. I was farthest from the damage in the medical bay. I managed to get some emergency power going. Just enough to run life support, a couple lights and this console. I don’t even have any gravity. I cant access the cryobeds, so there’s no way to just ride it out, assuming they weren’t damaged too. The sample units are intact and should be good for months on their own internal power. Shame they have two small units instead of one large one, I could hide in there with the samples. But, you know, all eggs in one basket and all that… I have some food, and the medbay has sterile water. I can hold up for a few weeks. so, I suppose its time to get creative. Wish me luck.” The screen went momentarily blank as the file advanced to the next entry.

“Well, I’ve done some calculations, and moved a few things around. I got some telemetry data, and it looks like my orbit is decaying. The explosion must have knocked us out. It looks like I have maybe a week before I burn up….soooo….”

Darra’k turned to lillnon, “This ship isn’t in orbit, is it?”

“No sir, open space. But not a great distance from the planet they were studying.” The file advanced as they spoke.

“Ok. So I have a choice to make I suppose. I managed to gain control of the thrusters, and it should be possible to get myself out of orbit and headed away. Once I get them to fire, I don’t think I’ll be able to shut them back down. That means I’ll break orbit and not burn up, but it also means it will completely drain the power reserves. No power, no life support. So, I get to decide if I want to burn or suffocate. Fast death, or slow death. Its far more than most people get to choose I guess. I’m leaning toward slow, so at least the samples will survive and this wont have all been for nothing. They are all stowed and safe. Tell my family I love them, and I died bravely.”

“Was that the last one?” Darra’k looked over the remains that were being brought aboard, thinking of the terran that had suffered so the mission wouldn’t be a complete failure. She wondered if she would have done the same in his place. She narrowed her eyes, humans looked so much alike she often had trouble telling them apart. Which one was the hero?

“Uhhm.” Lillnon looked. “No, there’s one more. It was made a few days later, and is in a separate file.”

“Which one do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.” Lillnon opened the file.

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The terran appeared again, wrapped in a blanket, and looking a little wild eyed. Darra’k had only seen that look once before on a terran. It had been during a battle. The terran had that look in its eyes when it had uttered the phrase ‘fuck it.’ and leaving cover to rush the enemy head on. Terrans could be so unnerving. “Its getting cold faster than I thought it would, and the air is starting to taste bad. I can feel myself taking deeper breaths than I normally do. I don’t have a lot of time left, but I got an idea. It’s not pleasant, but its really my only option.” The terran on the screen’s face had that fibrous growth that some sported, but none of the remains here had that growth. She looked at the partial remains as he continued, “I reordered the samples, and moved the most important ones into one cryo unit.” She remembered the spoiled containers that had littered the floor in the lab. That had been intentional. Why after deciding to suffer for the sake of the samples had he chosen to ruin what must have been almost half of them? “I have the suspension meds drawn and will have to inject them manually. I wont have the benifit of any anesthetic, I’ll have to stay conscious. Everything is set for the procedure, and I’ll have to work quickly. The lack of gravity will be a blessing.” Did he try to stuff himself into a cryounit much too small for a grown terran? “Its still going to be very tight, but I’m going to make myself fit.” Sudden realization dawned on her and she stared agape for a moment at the smallest of the remains. With a sudden cry of language lillnon was very unaccustomed to hearing from her superior, she began running toward the crippled ship’s lab, with its two still sealed, functioning, active, cryounits. The final words in the file played out behind her.

“After all… not all of me has to.”

[yourunicornmind]

Meditation practice

“I’m going to meditate for while,” said Sarah, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Meditate?,” asked Q’larack, “What is meditate?”  One day, he thought, it will be possible get through a conversation with these humans using only words the translator can handle.  But probably not any time soon.

Sarah thought for a few moments.  “Its probably easier for you to try it than for me to explain.”

Q’larack eyed her cautiously, checking for signs of a practical joke.  He detected none and logic said that Sarah was not one of the humans who were most likely to ‘prank’ (another word the translator had failed on).

“Okay,” he responded cautiously.  “What is involved?”

“Well, first we need a quiet space where we won’t be disturbed.  I usually use my room.  Its a bit untidy, but there is space in there for both of us.”

They wandered down the corridor together, both slightly lost in thought.  

“If you were human, I would ask you to focus on the movements of your breathing,” Sarah said, “But that won’t work for you, will it?”

“My hide simply absorbs the oxygen I need,” Q’larack replied, “there is no movement involved.  I can sense the movements of my digestion though, would that work?”

“I guess it might.  It needs to be something simple and repetitive that you wouldn’t normally pay attention to, but with enough going on to be able to keep your attention on it.”

“My digestion probably fits, I can speed it up and slow it down depending on my activities, in a similar way to the way you humans can with your breathing.”

“I didn’t know that,” said Sarah, “I think your digestion would be a good focus.”  She opened her door, “Sorry about the mess.”  She moved a few things to clear a space.  

“I sit cross legged on a cushion.  What would be a position for you where you could be both relaxed and alert?”

Q’larack thought, flexing his body experimentally, “I think you would probably call it a heap on the floor,” he said.  He sank onto the floor and let his tendrils contract into his body, “Something like this.”

Sarah giggled, “I’ve never seen you relaxed,” she said, “you look like a blob of jelly!”

“Well don’t try eating me,” Q’larack joked back.  

“Okay.  I use a mediation track to guide me through the process.  You’ll need to substitute ‘turn into jelly’ for sit and ‘digestion’ for breathing, but I think it will work.  We’ll start with a short one.”

She sat down and started the track playing.  Q’larack relaxed as instructed and focussed on his digestive processes.  He had never thought about them in this way before.  Not trying to speed up or slow down, just observing his body going through the process of digestion.  In an incredibly short time, the audio track was complete.

Sarah stretched out her arms and legs and shifted position.  Q’larack pulled his body back into the active configuration which Sarah was more familiar with.  

“Most people find time passes very slowly the first time they meditate,” said Sarah, “That’s why we only did 10 minutes - about 4 dinas.” “On the contrary,” Q’larack told her, “that passed very quickly indeed for me.  I can see why the translators can’t handle this concept.  What is the purpose of this activity?”

“For me, it helps me relax and improves my mental functioning.  There is loads of research to show that meditation helps to improve the functioning of human brains, though it needs to be repeated regularly to be most effective.  I’m not sure what it would do for your species.”

“I would be interested to investigate that, I found the process most agreeable.  How much repetition do you recommend?”

“For humans, about 20 minutes - 8 dinas per sleep cycle for 6 our our weeks (that’s 42 cycles) is enough for brain activity changes to show up on an MRI scanner.  Most humans report a subjective difference in a couple of weeks, often feeling calmer and sleeping better.”

“Sleeping better would be wonderful!  I have been suffering with something similar to the phenomenon you call insomnia.  May I make use of your guidance track to experiment with this ‘meditation’?”

“Of course,” responded Sarah, “It’s probably worth us creating some that use the right words for your species, it can only make the focusing easier for you.”

[metal-wife]

Humans are Weird: Friends

Humans are the only species to have protective tendencies outside of familial bonds. Usually if an alien gets in an argument or fight, they’re on their own. Friends will sympathize but not get the urge to really protect them, offering more comfort instead.

Then some alien picks on a human, and the next day there are five humans cornering him in an empty hall. Of course they don’t even know who they are, and don’t know what to do. Turns out none of them are related to the other human, they are all friends, but they threaten them that if they ever pick on their friend again then he won’t get another warning. He was one of the aliens lucky enough to even get a warning and not just beat up.

Aliens pick up on this pretty quick, as no one wants to anger a known-to-be violent race, so they generally stop bullying humans. But then you pick on an alien with a human friend? Well, safe to say that you’d better watch out, because they will protect them like one of their own.

[operation-earthanoids]

Alright, the inbox is clear (Except for a few asks that I can’t see, apparently. Inbox, what the heck?) so if you have any burning Space Australia concepts you want to send in, now’s the time!

[operation-earthanoids]

When Earth is Gone.

In a couple billion years when the Sun turns into a Red Giant, imagine how humans will react. Obviously by that time humans will have evolved better for deep space travel, we will have a larger range of gravity that we are comfortable in and we be able to support ourselves in more temperatures. It’s also likely that humans will have multiple colonies and control a few other planets outside of our solar system but we keep Earth close to our hearts. Many probably still live on our home world and we will have become efficient and effective in circumventing disasters from hurting it. But the lifespan of a star cannot be stopped. Mercury and Venus will be consumed, Earth and Mars will turn molten. Home-worlders will have to evacuate out of range of the heat and to planets capable of supporting life, all of them taking as many things to remind them of home as possible. Human scientists, with the help of other species’ scientists, move in to save as much flora and fauna as they can. Some Off-worlders will return to get one last look at their beginning. When the Sun goes Red Giant and Earth burns too hot to even think about returning to, Humanity will mourn. Even those who never stepped foot or even saw Earth from a distance will cry and ache for a world to which they cannot go to. Humans on ship crews will lock themselves away together or burn through all of their energy just to focus on something other than the ace in their chests. They’ll forget about the rest of their crew mates until they make them rest and eat and drink. The elderly will hurt for their ancestors homes, their homes. Children will be taken from school and, “Mamma I don’t understand, what’s wrong?”, “Earth is gone baby, our home world is gone.” And they will be so confused but on some level they understand, the place that was full of green, and animals, and vast oceans is gone. Teens will hate that they never even got the chance to see where they came from because if only they’d been a couple years older they could’ve gone to see Earth. And some billion years later the Sun will go supernova and the molten rock that was once called Earth and Home will cease to exist at all. And they will remember the stories and watch videos of what life once was as they ache for something they’ve never known. They won’t understand why it hurts to lose something that they never knew. But they will. Earth is connected to every one of us and we are connected to Earth. (I was tired I dunno what this is tbh)

Thank you for the submission again, @reinefandoms ! I’ve never seen someone write something about Earth being destroyed by the expansion of the sun, it was pretty heartfelt to read.

[operation-earthanoids]

What about adrenaline rushes?

Like I’m definitely not the most fit person in the world but I’ve outran some of my dogs when I was scared and hyped up on adrenaline. My teacher once told me that when she was a kid she was in the bottom of a creek bed that raised about five feet above her head. She saw a copperhead and you know what she did? She managed to jump up and pull herself out of the creek bed. Like just imagine a human who’s not all that physically strong (and the alien has seen what they could lift) suddenly being able to lift hundreds more pounds off the alien while also being injured from a crash.

Alien Rinek: Human Clara you must go find help! I will be fine for a bit of time but you are likely to be injured further by more falling debris.

Human Clara: *heaving breathing* I’m not going to leave you. Here let me… *gets a hand hold on the metal trapping Rinek*… get this off you. *grunt and clang of metal hitting the ground and other pieces of metal*

Rinek: Human Clara how did you do that!? That metal weighs much more than you have ever been able to lift!!!

Clara: Adrenaline rush. Now come on we need to get somewhere safe. *picks up Rinek who has a good couple hundred pounds on her and runs*

(Later)

Rinek: Human Clara, how did you manage such feats of strength?

Clara: Huh? Oh, well humans have this thing called adrenaline. When we’re scared or in danger we get extra strength and speed or basically anything you might need to help our fight or flight response get us to safety.

Rinek: But how do you have extra strength?

Clara: Oh, humans are never really at our full strength. There’s this thing in our brain that limits our strength and speed so we won’t hurt ourselves. When we’re in danger, we can tap into that strength and use it.

Rinek: How strong would you be if you had access to this strength.

Clara: Scientists think that we’d probably be able to rip someone’s arm all the way off. I mean as of now most people are only strong enough to dislocate a shoulder but I don’t really know that much about biology. It’s probably be best if you ask Jami about it. Well I’ll see you around Rinek. * walks away like she didn’t just tell someone she could rip their arm off*

Rinek: * dazedly* Goodbye Human Clara.

Thank you for the submission, @reinefandoms ! This was very interesting to read! I hadn’t really thought about adrenaline rushes from an alien’s perspective before!

[operation-earthanoids]

What if the first aliens we meet were AI themselves and saw we had created almost exact copies of them (or at least something eerily similar to them)? How would they react if we told them that we'd never seen them before and the fact that our AI looked like them was just a coincidence?

That would likely be quite startling to them. I know I’d probably be very upset if someone I’d never met somehow managed to create a being that looked just like me. I’m assuming the AI are at least somewhat sapient, because seeing a copy of yourself that just functions as a computer for someone else would be a level of creepy I can’t even begin to fathom.