An Assembly Had Been Made. A Single Human Representative Had Been Requested To Answer A Distress Call

An Assembly had been made. A single human representative had been requested to answer a distress call regarding their specie’s nature. Many creatures gathered to watch and register every single moment of such encounter, curious, not knowing how destructive said encounter would be for the very understanding of human nature.

The Assembly’s caller quickly arrived, showing holograms around. Then, she asked:

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“This”, she responded, pointing to an hologram. “This place you humans call ‘Heaven’. Where is it?”

“Heaven?”

“Precisely”.

The human went silent for a second. They looked at the bigger alien, floating, and stared at her eyes. “Heaven isn’t a physical place. It’s… A belief some humans have”.

“I know how your human religions work. All I want is to know if there’s any indication of a physical place for it”.

“Heaven cannot be entered through this… Plane of existence. There isn’t a portal, or an area you take to access it”.

“Then how do you go to it after death?”

“We don’t ‘go to it’. Those who believe it might enter it, if they were good while alive”.

She wasn’t understanding. She shook her head, lifted herself up, pointed at the holograms, all of her findings, showed the human the images and the notes she had so carefully put together. “What do you mean?”

“Some humans believe they will go to a good place – Heaven – if, during life, they are good people. Kind, compassionate, always trying their best. Otherwise, they will go to a bad place – Hell”.

“No, no! What do you mean you don’t know how to go in there?”

“We know exactly how – by death”.

“You got it all wrong! There’s a moment in which you stop, in which you change. After this change you go somewhere else! How do you find that place?! Where is it?!”

“Are you talking about death?!”

“Death, termination, the end, who cares about your fancy names?! You change! You…”

“We don’t ‘change’, we die!”

“You change! Y-you change, your physical manifestations cease function, but what is after it?! How do you go to that place, how does it work?!”

“We don’t change, we die! It’s the end of our lives, our existence! We don’t actually know, scientifically, how does it work post-death! Some religions speculate of an afterlife, of a place where our souls go to, but that’s religion, it’s a belief, not something concrete!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?!”

The human flinched. The alien, with a trembling form more equal to water than something of flesh and bones, wept as she threw holograms and books around, pointing at the evidence, the feelings becoming too much.

“I-I don’t know!”, the humans responded. “Everything just stops!”

“Your minds, your beings, everything just stops existing?! Y-you can’t be real! I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it!”

She pointed at the human.

“You are all liars! You don’t want us to know about your changes! You don’t want us to know anything! I’ve felt it, I’ve seen your forms become one within the Other Planes as your bodies stopped moving for your deathworld to consume! The physical became bones and dust as your souls ascended!”

“W-what do you mean?!”

“You ascend! Your conscience, your mind, it all changes! A-and all I want is to know where and how to get to it! She isn’t following me anymore, she isn’t here and she hasn’t come back ever since that change! I do not care about what you humans want in exchange for this information, I will do everything to provide what you want! Just– please, I need to know where Verônica went!”

The room grew quiet. The intelligent species eyed each other as the human representative widened their eyes.

“I’m sorry”, they whispered. “Your friend is dead. She… She will not come back”.

“Liar. I know stories of yours, where the death came back, where your minds ‘haunted’ the ones who are ‘alive’. I know about your books, about your interviews and conversations with them! They do come back!”

“It’s not scientifically proven. These books can all be false”.

“You are a liar”, the alien growled. “I saw Verônica go. I saw her body change and release her. I saw it prepare itself for the change. It grew old. It slowly stopped working as before, it grew wrinkles, it grew pale hair, it grew to be beautiful and then it grew to release her”.

The human looked at an hologram, reading a small paragraph of text, informing themselves of a crucial detail before they sighed.

“Verônica died of old age, didn’t she?”

“That’s what our human colleagues called it”.

“Your species…”

“We do not grow old and fragile. We keep on existing until the end of it all”.

“I see”.

“We have been together for more than seventy years. I am sure she would want to stay with me, even with all of this time. Y-you humans have a reputation for being heartbreakers, but her love was genuine. She never left me. She refused to, many times. I’m sure… I’m sure she wouldn’t leave me this time”.

“I know”, the human agreed. “I’m sorry. I don’t think she can come back, even if she wanted to”.

The alien wept as the human hugged her, the water-like body shaping itself and becoming red and purple and green with pain for never experiencing such grief before. She cried, and she screamed, and she raged against human nature.

The Human Manual had to be updated shortly after.

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“Why are we even here?”

At the front of the room, The Grizzled Tesraki Bridge officer took his seat. One of his ears was partially mangled, and his dark Ochre fur stuck up in strange places only adding to his grizzled appearance.

In the front row, the young Tesraki that had spoken tapped a foot impatiently against the floor.

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Tip No. 12: If the human is calm then it is likely everyone and everything work out just fine, especially if you have more than one human aboard.

But if the human is panicking, then that is a double-red alert situation and you better check how many escape pods you have.

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At the front of the room, The Grizzled Tesraki Bridge officer took his seat. One of his ears was partially mangled, and his dark Ochre fur stuck up in strange places only adding to his grizzled appearance.

In the front row, the young Tesraki that had spoken tapped a foot impatiently against the floor.

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Thinking about a ship getting an absolute bully for their first human. The kind of human that knows most aliens are afraid of ‘death worlders’, the kind of human that knows where the line is and how far they can go before they get into trouble, and who they can intimidate to let them cross the line as they want.

Part of the crew is like “I knew humans were just as bad as I thought.” Human doesn’t care. Human represents the worst of humanity, but they’re necessary for the ship - they make themselves necessary, and are not afraid to put the rest of the crew at risk if their authority seems challenged.

And then, they get a new human, who is smaller than the first. The first human tries their usual tactics - and the second human breaks their nose. If they were on the ship itself, there’d be consequences, and the first human knows it. But the second human is not afraid to be labeled a troublemaker, and cause trouble for the first, they do. A fierce competition blooms between them, as the second human clearly attempts to muscle in on the first’s territory, despite everyone warning them not to. And as this goes on, the second human befriends the rest of the crew. They’re different than the first. They are kind, they are smart, they are loyal.

They are a death worlder.

During a shipment of endangered animals from another planet, the first human is mauled by the adults. The second human is injured trying to protect them, but to no avail, the first human is killed. Analysis revealed the first human was sprayed with a kind of pheromone that agitates the species - but there was no reason for the pheromone to have been released by the species. Something else is going on, and the captain know it. The second human, despite the clear trauma, accepts the interview.

After the interview ends, the captain turns off the official recording.

“Off the record,” they ask, “what really happened?”

The human swallows, closes their dark eyes.

“They were trying to steal the eggs,” they said. “I saw them - I heard them on a black line with a darkspace distributer.”

“Why didn’t you report it?”

“Not enough time. And I… I had a feeling they’d done it before.”

The captain waits. The human’s closed eyes water.

“You sprayed the pheromone on them,” the captain says.

The human nodded. “They were so busy with the eggs, they didn’t even notice.”

“But,” the captain says, “You tried to save them after.”

The human’s shoulders shake. “I did.” They sob. “I did. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I did it. I did it for all of you. I did it for us.”

The human cries.

No charges are filed. The crew would mutiny if their friend were charged with anything, though the captain finds some way to ease the moral strain on both their hands and the second human’s. Another human is brought on board to help with the strain of the first human’s loss. Thy are bright-eyed, clever fingered, sharp-witted, soft-hearted. It takes time to for the wounds caused by the first human - described as a bully by the humans, also ‘a real asshole!’ by the newest recruit - but now that they are gone, they can all recover, and move on.

The moral here? Humans are not always good, but they should never, ever be underestimated - when they claim a pack, they will protect it even from their own kind.

Humans are called space angels. What they don’t tell you, however, is which type of angel they can be.

The Dictionary of Universities defines “angel” first and foremost as “an immortal and divine creature from religion, who serves to carry on the will and messages of a god, normally by protecting and communicating with mortals”. The second paragraph says “a word used to describe someone who protects and takes care of others”. The third, and most controversial one, is “someone who is good-natured”.

“Good-natured” is relative amongst species. The consensus is that “good” refers to “not harming or being cruel to others, but not ignoring them”. “Natured”, however, is for an intelligent creature that will always prefer, without even properly thinking about it, to do and be good.

Humans do not fit in to the third definition of “angel”. Their morality, like the majority of species, is to be morally gray. There are many other definitions that they also do not fit.

The krook have angels. They are described as “divine creatures as dark as the depths of the infinitude of space, who, once upon a time, were mortals, much like us, but ascended after many lives of choosing to be good”. Wonderful creatures that whisper soft healing melodies for mortals to be safe.

Humans, when they discovered other intelligent creatures, were described as being similar in habit to those angels. They sang beautiful songs that restored entire planets. They sang and danced around, helping plant life grow and for animal life to once again thrive.

But humans don’t come from the depths of space, nor do they live many, many, many times of goodness, do they? But they sing.

The nobos fear the wrath of angels. If they are too selfish, too greedy or too ambitious, an angel would come, wielding a sharp blade, and would cut their selfishness, greed or ambition in half. They would take a part of it with them, and come back a day or two later with a crooked item made of blood. If the cruel nobos doesn’t undo their ugly deeds, the item consumes them.

The nobos saw what the humans did, when they declared war. They saw the blood and they saw the oranges and red, and they saw the teeth and they saw eyes that haunted many for years and years to come. The nobos were selfish, and thus were gifted evil items.

But humans didn’t make those things with blood. It was with iron, and it didn’t eat the nobos. It was a set of statues they would have to display around their museums, as a grim apology for the war.

But humans, on the other hand? They think of angels as divne creatures of goodness. So good, they become holy, delivering messages, doing the will of a God, protecting children and blessing those who ask for help or who are good enough. They categorise their angels (of course they do!), and many of them have appearances they consider to be horrifying.

But, above all else, their angels are holy. Their angels are good. And humans are not. Much less holy or divine. Call a human that, and they might look at you with a strange expression. Humans do not fit the first category of angel.

They do fit the second. Creatures that always looking around for others, is what the humans are. Haven’t you heard? They are trying to figure out how to donate their blood to other intelligent creatures, so they can help. They made a thing named “The Library of All Alexandrias”, containing every single piece of written language, art and sound ever imaginable, so they can protect. They are making unusual weapons that do not kill, so no one has to spill out blood.

They train each other. They watch over their libraries and museums. They walk around, wearing white clothing, always watching. In spaceships, with their colorful cloths and silks, they protect. They heal. They love.

They don’t call themselves holy. But when you are like me and see your fragile human friend risking their life to save you from pirates, asking you to keep your eyes wide open so they can sing a song you taught them so you won’t let death overtake you, taking care of your mortal wounds, you would too think that they might have a single drop of something holy.

Many creatures think humans are the second definition, but I won’t discard the first one. “An immortal and divine creature from religion, who serves to carry on the will and messages of a god, normally by protecting and communicating with mortals”.

Their divinity is one of the depths of their “Earth”, with their voices and crudeness, with the red of their interiors and stories and myths of legends. Their immortality is one kepth within their libraries, within they All Alexandrias. They protect and tell each other and us about messages they do not quite understand yet.

But one question remains. One that I fear I will never get the answer too:

Which gods sent these creatures to us?