Son. My Son

son. my son

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

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

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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