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human-encounters-diary · 1 year

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Day 4

I do not believe in luck. It is not something my species is familiar with. We believe in science and logic. I was not even aware of the concept of luck or faith until I left the planet my species populates. So I do not believe that it was a coincidence when during this cycle, the human was assigned to work with me. I did not see the Terran during my cyclic meal intake, and was immediately called into the main machinery room without a sight of it.

The Vitrichl appeared shortly after with the human in tow. Vitrichl eludicated that the human had proved to be a skillful worker and was now officially assigned to my unit unless the Vitrichl explicitly stated otherwise.Vitrichl left to attend his other duties, leaving me with the human.

I turned to the control panels covering the walls, and speaking into a small microphone, I introduced the Terran to the machine. "This is human Quinn. It is officially part of my unit and will assist me."

"It‘s 'she', mate.", the human corrected. "Excuse me?", I asked, careful not to be impolite. "She. My prounous are 'she‘, not 'it'.", she explained. "I apologize. I did not mean to upset you." "It‘s alright, mate. I‘m not upset, just correcting you for future reference.“ "Thank you", I decided on the safest route.

"So, a mechanic as well? Cool.", she folded her fingers into her hand and extended it to me. I was not confident how I was supposed to respond to this gesture, so I once again, did nothing. Eventually, she retracted her hand and let it disappear into a fold in her clothing which appeared to be a pocket.

Clothing, I noted. Not many members of the crew of the SIIR Noxos wore clothing on a regular basis, apart from their space suits. This obviously raised even more questions: Why did she wear clothing? Was it out of religious or cultural reasons? Out of personal comfort? Did all Terrans wear clothes or was she a special case? Did specific clothing symbolise specific things? These are all questions I hope I will be able to find out the answer to one day.

"Soo, like…what am I supposed to do around here? Do I have like, a specific task or…? Cap didn‘t mention anything." Cap. That was a word the translating device wasn‘t able to translate. "Cap?", I questioned further. Her face muscles contracted in a manner that made the patches of hair above her visual organs move closer to each other and the skin above them fold.

"The captain?", she said. "Of course, I apologize. The translating device did not recognize that word. I call him Vitrichl."

"Oh, is that his name? He didn‘t say anything." "No", I reassured. "It is simply the word "Captain" in my species‘ language." "Ah okay…", she said. "Well, what about my task?" "Of course.", I assigned her a simple task, showing her where to work and what to do. We then continued to work in silence. I did not object, because it gave me plenty of time to observe the human.

Humans, or at least this one, seemed to have rather random patches of hair on their head. Attached to the protective skin over their eyes, in a line above the eyes and on the top of the head. In human Quinn‘s case, it grew down, barely reaching her chest and was of a deep brown colour, just like her eyes.

The muscles in her face never seemed to stay still, always contracting or smoothing while she worked. It was probable that facial expressions played a big part in human communication.

She still stood on two legs, upright and used both of her arms to work. For some inexplicable reason, she usually held a piece of technology or something similar in only one hand, but seemed to keep switching sides in a rather random matter.

I‘d have to ask her about it, but it did not seem like an appropriate time.

After working for some time and me continuously observing her, she set down her equipment and spoke: "Y’know, you‘re probably not aware of this, but humans consider staring rude." She turned around on her feet and faced me, seemingly watching me process this information. I quickly responded, careful not to irritate her further after having done something so insensitive. "I apologize. I was not aware of humans‘ stance on this behaviour and it was not my intention to be rude or make you uncomfortable. If I may ask, though, I have been watching you for some time now and I did not notice you ever turn around to face me until now. How were you aware I was watching you?"

"Well, I could just kind of…feel it. I sensed your gaze in my back. Kind of like a sixth sense, you could probably say." I blinked. Sensed my gaze? Sixth sense? What were the other five then?

I voiced these questions: "What do you mean you sensed it?"

"Well, I just kind of had this feeling of someone watching me. Don‘t you ever get that feeling?" Flabbergasted, I said no.

She raised and lowered the part where her arms and chest joined once again, similar to the gesture she offered on the second day. "Well, I guess it just must be a human thing." "I suppose", I agreed, and with that, she turned back to the control panel she was commanding and we continued to work in silence, although now I was keenly aware of my every move and careful not to let my gaze linger on the Terran for too long.

She left before I did, apparently to take in another of her daily meals (something that was not necessary for my species). Soon, the cycle was already over before I encountered the human again.

I have made great progress during this cycle and I believe that if the human continues to work in my environment, it will be easier for me to discover more information about humans.

Perhaps that is why the Vitrichl put the human into my section. Perhaps this was his plan all along. But I do not draw conclusions. I simply propose theories.

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martuzzio · 2 months

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My Reality, Yours: Chapter 02 illustration 01

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graphicpolicy · 9 months

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Mini Reviews: Space Outlaws, Superman, Avengers, and an Ultimate Invasion!

Mini Reviews: Space Outlaws, Superman, Avengers, and an Ultimate Invasion! 4 comics covered! #comics #comicbooks

Sometimes, the staff at Graphic Policy read more comics than we’re able to get reviewed. When that happens you’ll see a weekly feature compiling reviews of the comics, or graphic novels, we just didn’t get a chance to write a full one for. These are Graphic Policy’s Mini Reviews and Recommendations. Logan Space Outlaws #1 (Scout Comics) – Marco Fontanili brings his gonzo visual sensibilities…

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together-then · 1 year

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the birth of slutty puppycat

#puppycat #bapc puppycat #bee and puppycat #space outlaw #bapc lazy in space #bapc

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teampuppycat · 7 months

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puppycats entire existence is so funny when you really think about it because like that’s literally a gown ass man

#bapc #bee and puppcat lazy in space #bee and puppycat #outlaw isn’t really fighting the pathetic little guy allegations either though #space outlaw #puppycat

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alleesaur · 2 years

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🌌 See you space outlaw…

#bee and puppycat #space outlaw #bapc #fanart #digital art

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toward-stars · 18 days

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#urt #星方武侠アウトロースター #outlaw star #ols #🔮☆gif.#🚀☆ols.#90s anime #classic anime #dailyanimatedgifs #animeedit #space western #fyanimegifs #dailyanime #seinenedit #oldanimeedit #toonami #tw flashing

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schomp-mazda · 2 years

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Rewatching Bee and Puppycat made me realize something. This show is all about failure, specifically in the workplace.

Bee begins the show fired from her job, in a studio apartment, unsure what she wants to do in her life, taking temp jobs

Puppycat is scolded as a child that if he doesn’t learn to do *something* he’ll end up as a candy collector. Which he does, and fails to do that too when his relationship wrecks his life.

Violet was pulled down along with him. She can’t even live, she’s in a coma!

Deckard is flunking out of cooking school because he can’t bake (yet).

Cas was at the bottom of her boxing league, then forces herself to do software coding, which she doesn’t enjoy.

Toast has now been degraded to the bottom of the league, due to Cas leaving.

Crispin ran away to the circus, and it looks like he’s trying to make art now?

Howell can’t cook like Deckard, so he struggles to keep the cat café in business.

When Tim was flipping through his notebook, it’s revealed that Merlin did not graduate from medical school after all!

I think this show is trying to explain that failure is ok. Taking time for yourself is ok. Pursuing your passions doesn’t guarantee success. Sometimes we have to work jobs we’re good at, but don’t really like to pay the bills. Like Cas’s clock constantly reminds her, WORK OR STARVE! But we never despair for these characters. They find joy with each other. I also like that the show allows time between the chaos to showcase beautiful scenery, characters relaxing, eating yummy food. I’m excited to see more of the series, and where these characters failures take them next!

#bee and puppycat #bee and puppycat theory #Bee and puppycat meta #Theory #bee and puppycat lazy in space #lazy in space #failure #meta #crispin wizard #howell wizard #castaspella wizard #bee and deckard #space outlaw #bee and puppycat spoilers

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shima-draws · 2 years

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Catch me crying in the club over how gorgeous the reanimation is of Puppycat’s Fairy Tale 😭

#BAPC #Bee and Puppycat #Bee and Puppycat Lazy in Space #BAPC Lazy in Space #Shima speaks #Puppycat #Space Outlaw #Space Princess

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axriven · 2 years

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bapc posting. i love them so much

#bee and puppycat #bapc #bee #puppycat #space outlaw #deckard wizard #crispin wizard #howell wizard #cass wizard #bee and puppycat lazy in space #cooking prince

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human-encounters-diary · 1 year

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Day 2

Since the Vitrichl tasked me with observing the "human", it was not surprising that I was assigned with waking the "human“ from its recharging time session. The quarters of the human were at a, for my species, tolerable pressure, so I was not required to wear a pressure regulating suit while entering.

I found the human to already be up in its cell. Its cell did not vary much from the other‘s quarters. In one corner, there was a metal cylinder with padding inside, so it was certain to assume that "humans" were one of the species that recharged by going unconscious for a certain amount of time.

The human looked up as I entered its quarters. It did not move at first, seemingly scanning me with what could possibly be their sight organs (two white spheres set in the skull, with a small brown ring in the middle, facing my general position). I could not be certain. The moment did not last long before the human raised itself to its full height. Four limbs. Bipedal, it seems.

I, urging to not offend the Terran, decided on simply asking "How was your recharging session?", something that would not usually be seen as a threat. I seemed to be correct, as the Terran opened one of the holes on its face, revealing a horrifying amount of what seemed to be teeth. But then it spoke. The translator in my internal auditory organ made a crackling sound, before immediately translating what was said. "Oh, uhm, it was alright, I just couldn’t find the light switch, so it was…kinda bright. But still, it was way better, I‘m not complaining or anything! On the prison planet, you could barely sleep because it was so loud. Everything‘s better than there. Hell, I‘d rather sleep on the cold hard ground here than go back there."

I blinked with four of my six eyes. "I am afraid I do not understand."

The human, seemingly mirroring my motion, blinked back with both of its two eyes. "Well…humans usually require it to be dark in order to get a restful sleep. Or, not require, but most prefer it."

"I see. I will look into the issue." I would have expected this offer to bring the human joy, promising to change something that was bothering it, but apparently, I was wrong.

It stepped forward, and its face suddenly warped into a horrifying grimace. Its mouth, in fact, seemed to contract in a what looked awfully painful movement, reforming its shape so that the corners seemed to point upwards. I stepped back a step, finding myself in the doorway.

But it did not attack. Instead, it raised one of its upper limbs and extended it into my direction. The ends of its limbs each had five small junctions, possibly fingers, if this species was in any way similar to any other species I have ever met. I was unsure what it wanted me to do with its extended limb, and I was careful not to act impolite towards it. Eventually, it let its limb fall to its side again. I was afraid I might have angered it, but it did not seem irritated.

"Not a shaker? Yeah, me neither, really. I‘m Quinn, by the way." It spoke again. I could not fathom what a "shaker" was supposed to be, so I decided to try a distraction method.

"A part of the crew is taking in one of their cyclic meals in the meal hall right now. I am unfamiliar with your species‘ eating habits, so I apologize if this is an insensitive request, but would you like to dine as well?"

"Oh. Sure, food sounds good." It raised and lowered the part of its body where its limbs were attached to its upper body, a gesture that I could not fathom, but I did not question it.

I went back to the meal hall, the human following me, and I showed them what to eat. The only food we regularly carry on the SIIR Noxos are different vitamin components, which, when mixed together form a not very delectable looking but nutritious gruel. This way, we can assure the nourishment of all the crew members without having to go to ridiculous lengths to get what their bodies need to keep on working.

The human seemed to share my opinion about the looks of our cyclic diet, contracting its face muscles into what seemed to be a grimace of distaste.

Nonetheless, it consumed it without further complaint, but for an odd reason it did not sit down, but rather kept standing next to the supply depot. It finished its meal rather quick, and then we parted ways, as Vitrichl required its presence.

I did not encounter the human again for the rest of the cycle, as my species usually only consume one meal per cycle, and there was a leak in one of the machinery rooms, which I had to assistance in repairing.