#diminished responsibility

Challenge #03524-I236: Still Waters

They were small, thin, wiry, bespeckled and lanky. They spent most their time reading, or quietly relaxing, listening to music. But there was a reason this human wore the red, yellow, and black of Pax Humanis. And a reason those that became their friends knew that they would never be alone, or left to face a frightening world by themselves. -- Anon Guest

Most of them have a cabin in the woods where the hunting is good and they are far away from others. Some prefer their pack. At least one has a library and comfortable chairs with good light. There are other entertainments, but this member of Pax Humanis always goes back to the tactile rewards of a physical book.

Unlike most members of Pax Humanis, this one prefers cats. Unlike very many members of Pax Humanis, Human Xun was trusted to socialise with the more 'normal' members of this sanctuary.

Quiet. Unassuming. Almost passive. They are the last kind of person one might expect from Pax Humanis, but ze has a secret strength.

Challenge #03355-I067: Diminished Concerns

They asked only that their injuries be treated and they be allowed to be on their way in peace, after saving a Pax Humanis Sanctuary Planet. Nope, not enough. The Pax Humanis decides to send one of their more experienced, and gentler - by their standards, individuals to go and work as a permanent bodyguard for captain and crew, if the crew and captain will allow it, of course.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03301-i013-to-preserve-life -- FightingFit

The Human was large, muscular, and possessed a stare that evaluated everyone and everything they looked at as a potential target. She looked like all she had to do was flex and the livesuit encapsulating her would burst. "You saved our world," said Human Daiz. "Many would've left us to die."

Not for the first time, Captain Gorx wished that ze could have been one of the many. Pax Humanis Enforcers were classed as divine intervention or elemental disasters. An entire planet full of them[1] boggled the mind.

Just one boggled the mind.

Challenge #03437-I149: Diminished Responsibility Reformation

A young Knomira who had been spoiled their entire life by their parentals is incarcerated and in therapy. What did they do? Doesn't matter right now. What does matter is helping them realize their path in this life was self-destructive. It didn't help the parentals were one step to getting themselves incarcerated if they didn't stop harassing the therapy center. -- Anon Guest

"You can't do this to me! I know my rights!" There was nothing to throw, and the isolation environment had padded walls, so Des was left with screaming himself hoarse at the person on the other side of the clear wall. It had been quite the performance for several days in a row.

Therapist Kash waited patiently to see if there was any further diatribe. When there wasn't one, he said, "Very good. Now tell me the associated responsibilities."

Utter confusion. "What?"

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Challenge #03468-I180: Acts of Diminished Responsibility

A Knomira thinks they know better than the safety and security personnel, demanding they let her take her normal shortcut through the station to get back to her quarters. That area is blocked off due to upgrades being done. Long story short, Knomira forces her way in, refuses to acknowledge warning signs, and ends up in an ICU drawer.

Warning signs are there for a REASON people! -- Anon Guest

Floating on a cloud of really great painkillers. Watching friendly colourful blobs drift and collide on a screen a short distance from her face. This could not be real. That was the reasoning Valeska settled on by the time the colourful blobs faded into the face of someone in Medical Reds[1].

"You're a dream," she announced. "And kind'a dreamy. What'cha doin' this weekend?"

Doctor Imaginary was scowling and unhappy. "I am growing three new essential organs for you. While I'm at it, I might see about inserting some functional brain cells." A tap to a little badge on her chest that flashed like a mirror. "Do you even remember what you did to yourself?"

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