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If one more Magat or incel type dude tries to talk to me like im one of them at work I'm dying my hair neon stripes and getting a new piercing. Need to warn these fuckers like a poison frog istg
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What I think would be so funny to me in making Eridians and Solarians/Earthlings so different is just how fast they evolve. Microbes can multiply into several generations in a few weeks, because the replication of DNA is so common that new, more efficient genes can pop up quickly and easily. It's how Grace and Rocky bred the Taumoeba to withstand nitrogen so quickly. Especially in the case of radiation, which the taumoeba must have the incredible ability to bounce back from due to it needing to be so close to its prey. It'd have to rebuild its mutating DNA just as much as it has to reproduce, not because of some sci-fi reasoning, but because radiation breaks apart DNA and need to be repaired, which can cause genetic abnormalities, such as cancer, which is when the replication genes of your cells go haywire and begin to replicate much faster than it should, creating tumors.
Humans reproduce relatively quickly compared to Eridians. We live and die like a mayfly, with a genetic instinct to want to continue our genetics and diversity our gene pools (at least as a hypothesis for mating in social science). Stepping outside exposes us to radiation, and our bodies learned to metabolize it. Eridians, on the other hand, have all the time they need. They, comparatively, have no need to rush, and considering how long they live, evolution would likely encourage single children to be born at a time, or else the ecosystem would be overburdened. They move much slower than we do in an evolutionary perspective. While humans can pop up new gene pools willy-nilly, Eridians take time to do so, since they wouldn't be spreading new genes as quickly as we do. The time it must have taken for a human to evolve from an ape to a homo sapien is minuscule, and likely within Rocky's species' lifetime.
Additionally, Erid likely doesn't have as much intense weather or seasons. Weather and seasons erode rocks, which isn't very helpful if your exoskeleton is made of the stuff, and you can live a couple hundred years. So their temperatures likely stay pretty stable, and Erid's axis is rendered either 0 or 90 degrees tilted, relying on how Earth's measly 23 degrees is the source of all of our seasons. Erid is a crystalizing diamond in a volcano where Earth is a chem lab throwing shit into a pot to see what sticks. The funniest part is that evolution doesn't give two fucks about efficiency or optimization of the living things it affects. It occasionally tries a few things every once in a while, and it either kills or makes the next generation better, and then it dusts off its hands and says "good enough". Which means that the Eridians likely existed for longer than Solarians did, and Grace and Rocky's technologies just so happened to be so in sync (because they're soulmates) because Eridians are blind and couldn't have even conceptualized the vaccuum of space for a long time.
Eridians are seemingly so much more efficient compared to humans because A) they had the time to and B) their planet isn't God's pet project. Solarians are, above all things, scarily adaptable. Humans can seem like extremophiles to each other, simply because we've spread and evolved to withstand the conditions of the entire globe.
So the Eridians are minding their own fucking business, trying to stay alive and passively plotting another team to go investigate Tau-Ceti, because their last crew hasn't come back, and their star is still dying. And one of their MIA engineers pulls up with dying horse (which are notorious for evolving into pieces of shit that evolution said "eh, good enough" to) and threatening to nuke the planet by not coughing up the astrophage solution if they don't help this alien fish. It can't breath their air, eat their food, use their medicine, or even live on their surface, but the engineer does have the solution, and the poor thing doesn't deserve to suffer, so they try.
It's a miracle this thing is alive at all. Starvation of essential heavy metals, carbs, and nutrients to this level would have killed any healthy Eridian. Its body is cannibalizing itself and falling apart at the literal seams, but it's alive and breathing, somehow. You finally get it what it needs, and it starts to improve, so you finally cart it down to the surface. It's weak blood vessels burst from the pressure and it's little bit of strength seemingly fails it, but the engineer keeps threatening to go berserk if you let up feeding it. That it's species lived on a planet with half the gravity of yours, and it promised its body could "get used to" the gravity. The alien is touch-and-go again, but you listen to the engineer.
And it does, in fact, get better. Its rapid decline when out of 0G is reversed faster than an Eridian in a condition similar. It stays awake for longer. It's extensive injuries self-repair with care from its strange robot. It sits up and speaks and mimics basic pebble talk. It's on its feet faster than anything you've ever seen on deaths door the way it was. The engineer had been right. It gets squishier, something it calls "muscles" that help it move grow bigger, helping it support its bipedal body. It grows fat cells to store energy to be consumed during the day by the body. Its organs grow strong again. You hear how it survived damages to roughly 20% of its body getting the taumoeba from its home planet. You hear how it had no hands-on experience with space, and yet managed to adapt to 0Gs alone with the corpses of its crewmates, relying on poorly recalled memories of brief training with the other astronauts. How its species could withstand heavier and more bipolar weather patterns than Erid has mustered.
Your species could likely live on Earth relatively easy. Proper shelter, heated ammonia, and food would fit your needs and so long as you didn't step into the oxygenated air, you'd be fine. But you'd never adapt as quickly as that human the engineer brought back. All things considered, it was thriving on Erid. An Eridian in a similar situation would have cracked under double the gravity with a brittle carapace from malnutrition, and likely died. Their species was deigned for Erid and Erid only. Humans were designed to adapt their bodies to wherever it needed to live. A horse is a horse, but you can't deny that it did well evolving to run fast.
we all know adult humans dont get enough enrichment but the other day i was walkin home past an empty playground and impulsively ran over to spin myself on this zipline merry-go-round contraption for a few minutes and it really did feel like it unlocked some neglected part of my brain. like damn we really should all go outside and play more. fuck. they werent kidding with this play time thing. have you guys heard about play time. it could be huge.
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You don't hesitate all that much. You stand up, gathering the soaked newspapers and throwing them back into the dumpster. It's raining hard by now, and you rush out of the alley, towards the home with the number 56 on it. You lift the 'welcome' mat and grab the key, quickly opening the door and stepping inside.
It's warm. That's the first thing you notice.
The second thing is the way you're dripping water all over the carpet. You let out a small sound of fear, fear of Freddie getting back, changing her mind, beating you senseless for making a mess. You take off your jacket and hang it up, but there's no way for you to dry yourself off unless you venture further into enemy territory and find some towels.
But you can't. You can't go further. Freddie might be nice, but there's no way she actually meant for you to snoop around in her house.
You slump against the hallway wall, slowly sliding down until your butt hits the floor. It's warm. You can just stay here in the hallway until she kicks you out.
You lift your prosthetic arm, clenching and unclenching your metallic fingers. They creak a little — courtesy of the cold. You even pop out the blade embedded in it, and it looks sharp and ready to use. Good. You pop it back in, hiding it from sight.
There's not much else to do but sit there. So you sit and warm up. The droplets of water on your skin slowly evaporate. You feel... okay.
You stay sitting like that, with your back against the wall, for hours. You don't even let your mind wander in the direction of the kitchen. That's Freddie's food. You would never ever think about taking it, no matter how much your stomach urges you.
You don't know how many hours pass before the front door opens, and there she stands. Freddie.
"Oh my," she says. "I thought it was weird that the door was not locked... I... Have you been sitting here all day?"
She doesn't sound pleased. Have you done something wrong, despite trying your hardest to behave well? Maybe you shouldn't have come here at all.
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its actually easy to de-enshittify your digital experience all you need to do is install this browser extension and this browser extension and this browser extension and input this custom script into the advanced box and go into your system settings and reconfigure all these options you didnt know existed and change your entire workflow and switch to this alternative operating system and this alternative web browser and this alternative chat client and this alternative word processor and this alternative- sorry that one turned out to be malware delete that one okay now double check your task manager for unwanted background processes and element block these ads and invest in a good VPN and append all your searches with AI blocking keywords and wait a few years until everything you just did becomes shitty too so you can do it all over again okay kitten. its literally that easy.
If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.
I feel like a paranoid freak but it feels a little bit like certain things are being hidden from searches on Google regardless of personal safety settings and the increasing levels of AI and AI generated responses I see everywhere make me violently angry and more worried.
It feels grossly invasive.
I'm really hoping it's user error but the internet has felt like it's shrinking lately if that makes any sense. It used to feel like this massive expanse where you could find anything if you just asked the right questions and even more with the wrong questions lol. Now I'm seeing half answers that don't really actually relate to the stuff I'm trying to find unless it's a product vaguely related it wants to try to shove down my throat.
I don't want to have to dissect my phone and hunt down every possible background app juggling which ones actually effect phone functionality because they're tied with spyware or have to sign up to shit with my phone number and credit card and id, and my work is doing scummy shit that makes me feel more paranoid hounding us (firing us) over getting people's phone numbers, my phone feels useless as a phone because I get so many spam calls I can't effectively block or seem to get my number off whatever list they're pulling it from. I just. Don't like it anymore and in probably tired and cranky and I'm sure it's partially my own fault putting info in the wrong places and I feel like a boomer bitching about this stuff but I shouldn't have to jump through hoops just to not have to deal w this shit.
I don't want to use fucking Google messaging but I have to find a new texting app soon bc Samsung is getting rid of their base built in texting app. Idk what to switch to I don't know how to vet these kinds of things I just don't want google up my ass with it's AI constantly
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Work (customers?) making me feel violently angry and idk how much is me or the situations. I know a decent chunk is me caring too much but also why are people Like That.
Slamming the door open to startle me and Stick Up jokes aren't funny when you work overnight, especially when someone has been killed near by recently.
No I dont need to smile, it's 3 in the God Damn morning, I haven't seen the sun since 2023, I am chronically in pain, sick, off my meds and refraining fromreachingoverthiscounter-
If you're going to steal don't be stupidly obvious about it otherwise you make it my problem. No I can't break $100 for a candy bar, we aren't a bank, we don't keep that kind of money in our drawers, and even if we did, I just started so I don't have anything, you come in at the same time every night, you should know this by now.
Yes the coffee is down again, they go down and get deep cleaned, the same time, Every Night.
No you can't have a free drink I will get in trouble.
No you can't hang out here I will get in trouble.
No I can't charge your phone or whatever shit I Will Get In Trouble.
No, I cant spot you the different, I am broke, and I will Get In Trouble.
I dont care if you tell me the other person working did it/let you do it, don't say shit like that, or you will Get Them In Trouble.
No we don't have a public restroom. Yes, you spent over $100, but you're not now magically a part of the special pee club, and we Still don't have a public restroom.
No I can't make an exception jUsT tHiS oNcE, I WILL GET IN TROUBLE.
"Well, they have this and that, and it's cheaper at XYZ gas station-" GREAT. WE ARE NOT THEM. GO THERE INSTEAD IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT.
Do not put me in situations, don't press it when I say no, don't treat me less then human, I didn't make the rules it's not my fucking fault.
Just wanted to update since it's been some time, I am feeling a lot better though am still being super way more careful with my food, I haven't had any bloody vomiting or any vomiting at all which is nice, I still wish I could eat a bit more or at least more frequently since I get light headed and get like fluttery feelings in my chest still but overall everything has seemed to otherwise go back to normal. :) Thank you very much to the people who messaged me with advice it helped tremendously. ❤️
-Shifting back to their base form when unconscious. Unable to sustain the larger and stronger form.
-Shifting to an animal form because it represses human thoughts and emotions, giving their body time to rest in a way that their human mind didn't allow.
-Keeping a large battle form for months, until eventually the conflict is over and they finally sleep, waking up the next morning in a form they haven't felt safe enough to use in forever.
-caretaker trying to convince them to change out of an animal form so they can treat their injuries, but the shifter is too exhausted to do so.
- Multiple shifts, one after another, over and over until they just - can’t.
- The moment of realisation and recognition in a caretaker or friend’s eyes, as they realise the slavering beast they had just been terrified of is their friend, and throw their arms around it
- Wounds staying when they shift back to human, much more obvious or serious when seen on naked human skin
- A trail of bloody footprints that change from animal to human as the caretaker follows it into somewhere small and dark and hidden
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“I don’t know; biting me seems pretty damn defiant.”
“You grabbed its muzzle. What did you expect?” Z’dar sighed, though an undercurrent of anger colored the medic’s words. “How would you like it if I grabbed your face?”
“We fucking saved it from that hellhole. The least it could do is - is be cooperative.” Maniah winced as Z’dar cut the stitches and began to smooth bandages around her arm.
“It doesn’t know who we are, why we took it, or what to expect. We aren’t exactly nonthreatening.” Z’dar’s clawed fingers worked deftly, layering a second bandage.
“…what the hell do you suggest we do? Caldea sedated the little bugger but that barely kept it down long enough to get me out of that containment unit with my arm still attached.” Maniah rose from the medical table, her tendrils curling in pain. “It’s hurt and needs help. What are we supposed to do if it won’t let us help? Just watch it die from its wounds?”
“…no. I want to try something.”
“With a human? Be my guest.”
—
Esra couldn’t keep this up. She had lost too much blood and she was too cold and tired and hungry to keep jumping at every creature that came up to the glass. Most of them just watched her. Like an animal in a cage.
(She knew she was, certainly to these creatures, but that didn’t make the dehumanizing shame of it all any easier to swallow.)
The last thing that came in here left bleeding - at least, she assumed the acidic blue lymph left behind by her bites was its equivalent of blood. She had hoped that would keep the others away. But it hadn’t. Esra raised her head, trembling in spite of the urge to seem strong as she bared her teeth.
The other creatures seemed much more dangerous, hulking and armored and clawed. Part of her almost regretted going after the translucent, cephalopod-like creature that had wrapped her up in its jelly-soft arms. It was outside of her unit now, the arm she had bitten compressed in soft white bandages.
(Her previous captors never bothered to bandage their wounded prizes. Her own body bore the marks of that careless greed.)
But the tentacled creature didn’t reenter her containment unit, apparently watching as a new creature slipped through the clear, chambered airlocks. Esra’s eyes grew wide with terror at the sight.
It was massive, as long as a limousine and standing well over a story high. The monster barely had any clearance between its head and the ceiling of Esra’s containment unit. It seemed quadrupedal, though it’s forelimbs sported articulated, clawed digits. Its crested skull ended in a rounded but razor sharp bill, surely strong enough to tear her limb from limb.
She scrambled backwards, as best she could with her already battered body.
But it didn’t chase. It didn’t corner her like the last creature, didn’t snag her with a barbed tendril and draw her close.
Instead, the massive being…laid down. At least, it reclined, dropping to its belly but keeping its massive skull off the ground.
Esra knew better than to assume it was safe. An animalistic snarl growled in the back of her throat. (She hadn’t spoked in so long. She remembered how, but her voice was shredded from screaming. From begging.) The creature tilted its head, as though listening intently to her desperate, pained howl of defiance.
The beaked mouth of the beast clacked softly, but in the large, empty space of the containment unit it echoed menacingly. (Mockingly.) She had no escape. She doubted she could even injure this thing before it snapped her up and swallowed her whole -
It laid its head down, and rolled.
Esra was so confused and so startled she forgot to fear the massive creature. It’s colorful scaled throat was bared to her, the intricate patterns delicately etched into thin skin. (Now was her chance. The skin was so thin she could see a blood vessel throbbing below. If she could bite deep enough…) But Esra’s limbs didn’t move.
Was this some sort of…submissive display?
The creature was still and silent, save for its slow breaths. Esra swallowed, watching its limbs for any sign of tension. But the monster was relaxed, claws twitching in the air. (Like a cat, dozing on it’s back. Just…less fluffy.) Her instincts, ever fickle, drew her closer to the beast.
She crawled forward, left leg dragging behind her uselessly. This close she could see the creature’s eye, half lidded but still watching her. Gauging her reaction. (Its breaths were warm. And she was so cold - ) Esra dragged herself closer, close enough to lay a hand on the monster’s feathered face.
The feathers beside its eye were unfathomably soft, their delicate structure nearly identical to the feathers of the birds Esra knew. That reptilian jade green eye blinked slowly, a rumbled emanating from the creature’s still bared throat.
A rumble that, Esra realized, was words.
“There you go, little one. You’re alright. You’re safe.”
Tears welled in her eyes; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It spoke to her. It acknowledged her. It was an interaction without pain or implied threats and Esra hadn’t been treated this way, with such…humanity, in so long. She collapsed against the monster’s face, sobs weak and breaths shallow. She wanted to believe the creature. She really did, but…
She was so tired.
—
“You actually did it.” Maniah floated around the medic to stare down at the fragile, unconscious human cradled in Z’dar’s gentle hands.
“Quickly, to the infirmary. It doesn’t have much time.”
Always embarrassing realizing you don't know basic facts about your friends. Like yeah hey, here's this person I love dearly, I've known them for 23 years, we've been through so much together. They're currently working in a lab.... developing... medicine? and also getting a PhD. I think. Don't ask me what subject.
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