I didn’t really think there’d be problems, much in the way someone never truly thinks there’s a monster under the bed when they check, but this little nugget of proof nonetheless brought me the calm my frazzled self had been refusing to accept for weeks.
None of them looked any more ravished than usual (not that I was about to ask there’s a big difference between being friendly and actually being friends, after all), which boded well. I keep on good terms with the supply crews-they’re usually the only other people I see this far out in the sticks-so we all chatted as I oversaw the deliveries. Let me know how that one works out for you. I’m usually a reasonable man, and due to the law of averages I knew I’d probably never end up in that particular situation, but you try staying reasonable while being more-than-halfway convinced the next ship out will have a potential nymphomaniac aboard. They could’ve been, that is, had there not been abundant evidence. Other, more lurid tales skipped straight to somebody ravishing someone else, and these were generally so amateurishly conveyed they could’ve been pure fantasy.
#CLEAN ME MYSELF AND I PROFESSIONAL#
Some accounts I read spoke of happy, professional relationships across decades of interaction. When a species spreads across the galaxy like a robust slime mold there’s inevitably plenty to read about them. So long as I was classy about it I knew I’d always have an excuse to step outside and away from it all.ĭuring the long periods of waiting between bursts of activity that made up much of my routine I studied up on what to actually expect when sharing space with a member of Homo sapiens. It also means there’s some simply beautiful views of the sun over the fields most days. We do a lot of botany, some food science, a little generalized ecology, that sort of thing, and it means anyone who gets assigned out here had better be ready to get dirt on their manipulating appendages or they’re going to hate life pretty quick. People hear I work at a research station and assume I’m adrift amongst the stars, and this is technically true in the sense that’s how you’d define just about any planet in some bupkis nowhere solar system. It’s not like we’d be trapped inside a bottle together, I reminded myself as the big day drew near. Number three…tell you the truth, I wasn’t so sure about number three. Two of these were objectively valuable in a researcher. Humanity’s quirks were threefold: they were curious, which meant more often than not you could find them doing or exploring things just to see what would happen they were durable, which sounded wrong when you took into account the lack of natural defenses but was hard to discount when you took stock of how much they could thrive in the most miserable environments and they were horny, finding ways to test, and surpass, their sexual limitations with anyone who’d give them the time of day. You never want to paint an entire species with the same brush, but that wasn’t the same as observing evolutionary quirks. The thing about humans is that they have a reputation. Once the powers that be assured me the new person wouldn’t get stuck on any of the architecture, I tried not to spend too much of my time guessing about the first sentient face I’d be seeing, other than my own, for months. We could breathe the same air, endure the same temperatures and air pressures, and even eat the same food, which had not been a given on some of my past assignments. I’d been working solo at the Gaval De Autonomous Research Facility ever since Mijh (bless her ever-overworked heart) had finished her thesis and the university called her else-system, so I was definitely feeling the isolation when you’re alone for too long the thought of being able to spend time around someone, anyone, starts sounding pretty good, no matter how unusual their anatomy. I had never professionally worked with humans before, but just like any other civilized person I’d had my share of good-neighbor educational segments, so I already knew a little bit about them when I got notice of the new transfer.
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