Tellesu
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I've been visiting this planet for a while now, and while it certainly has some charm to it, most of the people here are very strange. They say one thing and mean another, and want you to think they mean a third thing. They react emotionally when they should react logically, and tell you to not be so emotional when they are clearly going out of their way to be frustrating or annoying. They seem unable to think properly, just reacting to keywords and repeating things other people said that they heard once.
Sometimes I wonder if the mothership is ever going to complete repairs and pick me up.
Meanwhile I observe and interact with them. After studying their political talk shows, after school dramas, cartoons, and stand up comedy I've constructed a reasonable simulation of one of them that I run when I am dealing with most of the locals. They find it pleasing and assign me social status. I am not ever quiet sure why but I go along with it. They also like to take turns oppressing each other, both historically and in their day to day lives. This activity seems largely pointless as the planet is quite lush and full of materials and there are no major industrial operations claiming the minerals in their solar system, giving them unlimited wealth, food, and land by galactic standards. Despite this opportunity for near-infinite leasure they mostly just passively observe fictional drama and then try to act out poor imitations of those dramas in their real life.
Having been stranded here for quite a lot of subjective time, I have repeatedly attempted to find a long term pair bonding partner from among the locals (I am, after all, an open minded cosmopolitan being). Approximately half of the locals resemble my preferred pairing partners enough to arouse interest, but I find their mating rituals nearly impenetrable, and despite several long term attempts adapting to them I find myself unable to form a real connection with the surface dwellers. I've begun to suspect that some of the other intelligent species on the planet might make better pair bonding partners, but the body I've found my consciousness in is extremely limited in its ability to survive meaningfully in a fully aquatic environment, and it lacks the communication organs that would allow for the establishing of consent, so currently that is a non-starter.
Despite all of this, the planet does have some excellent things to offer, including ritualized group imagination sessions, a stimulant and pleasure plant known as "coffee" that is ritually boiled by most humans, and dogs. Please see all seven thousand three hundred and one pages of appendix A: Dogs for my full report. It is mostly pictures. Of dogs.
I've been visiting this planet for a while now, and while it certainly has some charm to it, most of the people here are very strange. They say one thing and mean another, and want you to think they mean a third thing. They react emotionally when they should react logically, and tell you to not be so emotional when they are clearly going out of their way to be frustrating or annoying. They seem unable to think properly, just reacting to keywords and repeating things other people said that they heard once.
Sometimes I wonder if the mothership is ever going to complete repairs and pick me up.
Meanwhile I observe and interact with them. After studying their political talk shows, after school dramas, cartoons, and stand up comedy I've constructed a reasonable simulation of one of them that I run when I am dealing with most of the locals. They find it pleasing and assign me social status. I am not ever quiet sure why but I go along with it. They also like to take turns oppressing each other, both historically and in their day to day lives. This activity seems largely pointless as the planet is quite lush and full of materials and there are no major industrial operations claiming the minerals in their solar system, giving them unlimited wealth, food, and land by galactic standards. Despite this opportunity for near-infinite leasure they mostly just passively observe fictional drama and then try to act out poor imitations of those dramas in their real life.
Having been stranded here for quite a lot of subjective time, I have repeatedly attempted to find a long term pair bonding partner from among the locals (I am, after all, an open minded cosmopolitan being). Approximately half of the locals resemble my preferred pairing partners enough to arouse interest, but I find their mating rituals nearly impenetrable, and despite several long term attempts adapting to them I find myself unable to form a real connection with the surface dwellers. I've begun to suspect that some of the other intelligent species on the planet might make better pair bonding partners, but the body I've found my consciousness in is extremely limited in its ability to survive meaningfully in a fully aquatic environment, and it lacks the communication organs that would allow for the establishing of consent, so currently that is a non-starter.
Despite all of this, the planet does have some excellent things to offer, including ritualized group imagination sessions, a stimulant and pleasure plant known as "coffee" that is ritually boiled by most humans, and dogs. Please see all seven thousand three hundred and one pages of appendix A: Dogs for my full report. It is mostly pictures. Of dogs.
