Instant Story

Challenge: No humans, or anything pertaining to them at all. That includes human-made or modified things, creatures, places, foods etc.

[AN: Ooooo a GOOD one :D]

Belok took note of the unusual structure as ze approached it. Ze could see that it was made out of ancient hulks of previous civilisations’ stellar vessels, but they had been… conglomerated. Docked, patched and - in at least one case - crashed together into one unappealing whole.

Ze tried all comms avenues including radio and flashing zir ship lights at them.

No response.

It had to have been made. Something like this does not just happen by accident. The accidents looked more like asteroids than… mishmash stations.

As a last resort, Belok matched vectors with the thing and tried peeking into the windows. Those ze could find. There seemed to be atmosphere in there. Thin stuff, and not friendly to zir species.

Therefore, it was polite to dock, and prudent to wear a suit.

The mishmash station did not have any spinning portions or gravity. Belok therefore had to struggle with the magnetic grapples as ze looked around.

Life here was airborne. Swimming though the atmosphere like aquatic life. Most seemed to be… jellyfish.

Some travelled in swarms. Glittering and flashing. It looked almost like a dance. Belok stood still and kept zir arms, legs and tail akimbo as the dancing jellies swarmed around zir.

The comms crackled into life. “…low grade radio transmissions.”

“I can hear you,” ze tried not to yawp, but the excitement was too difficult to contain. “Who is speaking?”

“We do not understand ‘I’,” said the voice. Voices. Talking in harmony. Perfectly synchronised. “You is one colony?”

“I am one individual. Am I talking to the swarm surrounding me? I note that the… lights… seem to be in sync with the audio I hear.”

“We are the swarm Ch'nophth. We are surrounding a new thing. A singular thing inside metal. You carry your environment with you. We carry our environment with us.”

As far as first contacts went, the meeting between the Jelly Dancers and the Riopa was a shining example that very few followed.

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You mentioned Shayde’s much-debated status as “human” among the denizens of Amalgam. So I’m guessing that as well as all the “human status confirmed” moments there had to be a few cogniscients that just bluntly asked her what she was. And I’ll bet after the first twelve she started coming up with more creative answers/responses….

[AN: I doubt she made it as far as twelve]

There were drawbacks to being in the company of someone who was only

I may have already submitted a similar prompt, but there was mention made about how non-human species might be very good for autistes - some are very cuddly, some like particularly quiet environments, some have interesting textures. All good for degaussing or forcing the unwanted mob to back off when the autiste is having trouble communicating.

In case a similar prompt has already been made, I’ll request the first time a human of the autism spectrum met any of the Galactic

A sign in Braille that says “do not touch”

“Humans had to have made that,” said P’riix.

Tonq, the other archeologist on this ruined planet, peered at it. It was a wall plaque with two codified human languages on it. One of them, raised for the vision-impaired.

The flaking paint above read, “DO NOT TOUCH”

“Oh yes,” said Tonq. “We have clear evidence of humans.”

Which would alter all the reasonings concluded from the evidence

A friend just showed me the opening lines to his new story and said I could use them as a prompt:

“This is the voice of the Mysterons. We know you can hear us, Earth-”
*sound of tape rewinding*
“…Sorry for the technical difficulties. To clarify, we are not the Mysterons. We are arguably worse.”

“Approach Cairo at vector two-one-niner by alpha seven,” sighed Kevin. “And we’ll thank you for a lack of

Judging by the queue size this’ll take just over a month to get to the top of the pile, so that’s a nice gap. More of the budding relationship between K’iiv and Del please?

K'iiv waited anxiously at the appointed place. Underneath the big clock that, in clear defiance of the laws of time and space, still read four minutes to two. So far, he had preened himself, purchased Terran flowers, preened himself, checked the lay of his clothes,