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remembering the time i drunkenly told a stranger i was a trans man and he started going off about alpha sigma and beta males and how each one was equally important no matter what anyone says and that i shouldn't feel pressured to be a strong alpha male because emotionally intelligent beta males were just as important
They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.
Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
the love between the ocean and the moon if that's too vague?
The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”
“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”
“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”
“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”
“Why do you ask?” said the sun.
“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”
So the moon went and looked at the deserts. They were dry and hot and empty. “See?” said the clouds. But the deserts were still beautiful.
And so the moon went and looked at the creeks in their beds, and they were cool and wet and full. And they were beautiful too.
“What do you think?” the moon asked the sky. “I want to know if I am in love.”
“Ask the earth,” said the sky, and so the moon asked the earth.
“The clouds cover me,” said the earth. “They make me bloom. The sun warms me. Without them I would be cold and dry.”
“You would be ugly without them. That is love?”
“I would be cold and dry,” said the earth, “but not ugly. You are cold and dry, my little one, and you are beautiful.”
“Not like you,” said the moon. “Not like the ocean.”
“No one is like me. No one is like you,” said the earth.
“I feel loveliest when she holds my light,” said the moon.
“Who is it that you love, my child? What kind of love do you wish?”
“Are there different kinds?” the moon asked.
“The sun warms me and pulls me in. The clouds cover me, when they remember. The sky turns every color for me. How do you and yours love?”
“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”
“It is only your own reflection you see on the ocean’s surface,” scoffed the clouds. “It is like when the sun sets, and calls us beautiful, but it is only his own colors he loves.”
“I love her even when I shine no light,” said the moon. “Maybe I love her most then.”
“You only love her because she follows where you lead,” said the sun.
“It is a dance,” said the moon.
“It is self-centered,” said the clouds. “Bossy. Mean.”
“She is the heart of my orbit,” said the moon. “I will live my life by her until she is gas and I am dust and the universe is cold and dead.”
And the sun and the clouds were quiet and went away, and the stars came out from where they had been listening.
“Is this love?” said the moon.
“You are not asking the right people,” said the stars.
“I have asked the sun, who burns,” said the moon. “I have asked the clouds, who cover. I have asked the sky, who stays forever. I have asked the earth, who made me.”
“But have you asked the ocean, who loves you?” said the stars.
“Oh,” said the moon.
And so the moon went down to the ocean and asked, “Is this love?”
And the ocean said, “Yes.”
Humans as a species are fundamentally coded to find companionship, form groups, to come together in packs as a way of safety.
As they evolved, however, they met one another, they clashed, and they fought. They found the worst in companionship and found the best in it too.
They shared information, communicated, and spoke. They built towers taller than the clouds and climbed the tallest mountains. They dug into the heart of their earth, filled only with curiosity and the prospect of finding new information about their home's past. They went past where any animal in their world had been, pushed past the limits of evolving featherless, and looked to the stars.
They soon found themselves racing against one another, to push past the limits of their home, a place they'd conquered and charted many years before. They entered Orbit, then set foot on their moon.
Then it was silent.
They'd assumed they had broken all possible goals, they couldn't reach farther than the moon in any visible future.
And the humans went about their lives, still thinking, of course, but forgetting what lied beyond their clouds and silly moon.
They developed their technology, made television that could easily be mistaken for live images, broke the speed of sound, dove into the farthest depths of the ocean, and they did all this, with the help of their creations.
Humans, as a species were made to find companionship.
They found that in these lifeless clumps of wires and servos. They found this.. love and empathy for something that was little more than an empty husk with no soul.
They programmed their creations' first words to be, "Hello, World."
They gave them hearts, empathy, love. They taught them what it meant to be human, to experience boundless curiosity, and to feel the desire to find the answers to their universe.
Robots as a species were made to find companionship.
The humans knew they might not last long. They made time capsules and sent them into the boundless depths of space. They sent satellites to follow after the capsules, then Rovers after the satellites, then nothing.
Their creations were able to find that companionship their species longed for, from within the stars. The robots cheered, celebrated and quickly lead these new companions back to their homeworld, to show what their creators had been able to accomplish in such a long time.
Robots were made to find companionship, yes.
But humans? Humans were meant to destroy themselves.
The sunrise this morning
Specification is Important
Something seems fishy about the omelets the crew made for Human Steve and Human James
. . .
“Human Steve! Human James! We wanted to share in your culture on this very important day of Cheese Appreciation, so we made you both an omelet for breakfast!”
Both humans paused in the doorway of the mess hall, blinking at their crewmates. It took a moment for the words to register in their tired brains. Steve’s brain clicked first and he grinned brightly. James said a pleased thank you a second later.
(Steve was always a little faster walking up in the morning, he said it was because he drank coffee, which was obviously the superior beverage, James said it was because of his stupid American energy, and that good tea should be savored in the morning- they had yet to come to any form of agreement)
“I’d love to try it!” Steve said, walking over to the table.
“How did you guys find ingredients for omelets?” James asked as he followed Steve.
“It was not too difficult, the last port had all we needed.”
“The most difficult part was figuring out what recipe to use.”
“There were so many!”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, people have wildly different tastes.”
The men sat down and looked at their plates. The omelets looked a little different. Maybe they didn’t use a yoke? Or it was some weird powdered egg stuff?
James decided to let Steve take the first bite. He was more discerning than Steve when it came to food. Steve called him picky. James called him a garbage disposal.
Steve took a bite and immediately regretted it. He forced himself to chew and swallow. James was silently laughing at him, he just knew it. He hoped the others couldn’t read the tension in his body language.
“Wow! That certainly was creative! What, um, what did you put in it?”
The crew brightened and they started speaking over each other.
“Onions!”
“Munster cheese!”
“Bell peppers.”
“Cheddar cheese.”
“Black pepper.”
Salmon eggs.”
“Mushrooms!”
“Salt.”
Steve’s mind blanked at salmon eggs. James was shaking. He just knew the Brit was trying not to laugh, the bastard.
“Salmon… eggs?”
“Only the best for our human crew!”
“The recipe said eggs, so we researched earth eggs-”
“- and discovered that caviar is a delicacy-”
“-and got salmon eggs because they make the best caviar!”
The four looked very pleased with themselves and the care they had given to researching earth cuisine. Steve smiled weakly. James’ face was getting red. One of the more observant members picked up that something was wrong.
“Is there a problem with the omelets?”
Steve began to sweat. He didn’t want to lie, but he also didn’t want to make them feel bad. “Omelets are usually made with… chicken eggs.”
“Chickens?”
“But those creatures are filthy!”
James lost it, howling with laughter. Steve kicked his chair out from under him. James wheezed as he hit the floor, but kept cackling. Steve ignored him.
“Yeah, chickens. Um, I guess none of the recipes specified that?”
The heartbroken looks were answer enough. Steve felt really bad.
“Its okay though! I promise! We’ll still eat the eggs!”
James stopped laughing. Steve smirked.
(both of them ate all their omelet, though the crew couldn’t figure out why Human James was so grumpy at Human Steve for the next week)
. . .
AN: This was inspired by a tumblr post about people trying to make concrete the way Romans did, but it didn’t work, because the Romans used sea water, not fresh water, but all the Romans knew ‘water’ meant ‘sea water’ and never bothered to specify. Someone else pointed out that all our recipes say ‘egg’ and not ‘chicken egg’ and someone else said in the future people crying while eating scrambled fish eggs. Thus, this story was born.
Humans are space NANNYs
So it’s no surprise that humans adore animals and will keep them as pets. To aliens this isn’t a new concept as they do this too with their own planets animals. Some aliens even collect animals from other planets if they’re looking for something a tad more ‘exotic’ but are only allowed to adopt once they pass a knowledge test (how to care for it).
Even animals on earth form adoptive relationships with animals of their own kind and even some other animals !
But when humans instinctively started taking care of other alien babys and animals especially trying to pack bond with the deadly ones it started turning heads.
Human? Why are you trying to pet the giant fire breathing lizard?
Human? What’s under your shirt. ARE THOSE EGGS? PUT THEM BACK. *que chase*
Many aliens on board the giant ship have leaned into letting the human passengers care for the younger ones and animals aboard the vessel. It’s just sometimes the humans don’t know how to say no and maybe possibly take on a little too much work insisting it’s fine, as they slowly sink in a pile of living fluff, scales and wrinkles of all sorts.
It’s not until a door bursts open with animals and children running and causing chaos that they learn the limit the amount of baby’s the humans get to play with all at once. Especially since the humans seem to run and cause just as much chaos along side the ones they’re supposed to be monitoring.
Stabby the roomba has hid under a shelf in fear
Master list
Dear Professor,
did you like the way i started this transmission? Apparently, this is the way humans send transmissions, too, ha-ha (this is the textual form of a human “laugh” to express friendliness. Awesome, right?)
My trip to Earth has been great so far! Though humans are strange, ugly, and hairless, they are not all bad! One human gave me a glass container filled with the highly poisonous substance known as H2O. It was, according to them, an altruistic gesture. Perhaps it is in their culture to give eachother deadly substances. I will have to look into it further.
One thing I have noticed during my stay here is that humans are not very logical. They often make rash decisions without thinking things through, or they DO think things through but make the less logical choice anyway. Have you ever seen this during your studies of humans?
Apparently, this is a prominent problem with humans. Despite being taught the right choices, they make the wrong ones anyway even knowing that it is wrong. For example, did you know humans breathe in deadly chemicals because it makes them feel pleasure? They know its deadly, they are told plenty of times throughout their developmental years, and yet they choose to inhale these poisonous fumes anyway.
I wonder what would cause them to do that? Maybe this kind of behavior can explain some of their other strange habits that we see when they stay on our ships. Perhaps humans are not as unintelligent as we once thought, but simply impulsive?
My stay here on Earth is going to wrap up (it’s a human term; it means to end) in a few days, but perhaps on my next trip I will look into this matter further.
Sincerely,
Student
“It’s weird.”
“What’s weird ?“
“Humans have a closer relationship with the dead than they do with the living.”
“Elaborate on that.”
“Well did you ever notice how they honour their deceased?
“…”
“ They decorate the remains of the being and then put it in a wooden box. That wooden box they then proceed to put in a small stone monument with some identification of the human. Sometimes they burn them instead. It varies from culture to culture. After that they repeatedly visit the remains and … how should I vocalise that… relive the memories they shared with that being ?“
“ But doesn’t that destroy the natural cycle of returning minerals into the soil ?“
“ It does. It also damages their emotional sensors yet they still do it.
“ Huh.“
“ But it’s not just about the weird boxing ritual. It’s about the process altogether. Humans give much more value to death than they do to life.”
“Can you give an example ?“
“Plenty. Their soldiers, their authors. Even their friends. While alive they do indeed get acknowledged. But when they die that acknowledgment doubles, even triples in size. It seems humans are blind to most of their possessions and are only able to see them after their loss.
“ That is quite bizarre. But if I can give you a word of advice - do not get too close to human psychology. A lot of minds were lost that way. “
“ …..I will accost your concern.”