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Sophie! *glomps*

Yeah I don't know if I could have gone more than a week without giving myself some attention in that area. My big probably would have caught me doing something naughty with a pillow..... ???? @Author_Alex

? No, glad to hear. I worry my ranting comes off as annoying....

*nods* I like seeing your comments though... ?

Ch. 4 Next Steps “Hello friend Clara!” “Hey Moira.” Clara smiles politely and shifts back and forth on her feet still nervous and uncertain around the giant alien. Truth Behold her nerves have been shot in general ever since….. “Well shall I give you the grand tour?” “That would be wonderful my ward.” She says while patting Clara’s head causing her to blush and squirm in embarrassment. Moira looks bemused when Clara takes her back into the living room pointing out the scaled up chair with little swivel side table built into the arm that she had installed for Moira and offers to make food. Clara isn’t much of cook, that was always Christine’s thing… But she is great at street and bar food. After discovering that the stove top can convert to a griddle, she quickly whips up a giant Omoyaki for Moira and smaller one for herself. Normally she would find the familiar activity relaxing but there is this weird tightness in her chest. All she can think about is Christine, she can practically see her standing there. And she starts to slice the food she can feel her hands trembling and then it happens a slight slip and Clara is staring numbly at a gash on her index finger. Bright crimson blood welling from the thin gap and pattering to the tile below. Moira let’s out an alarmed hiss and summons one of the bots that was left as Clara’s assistant and has it spray a bandage onto the cut, before wrapping her arms around the vacant eyed and trembling Clara. “I’m sorry I scared you I just….” “You miss your partner; you are in a strange place and frightened. I can feel your pain my ward. Please let me ease it for you….” Clara figured this meant anxiety meds and in away she would be right even if she didn’t get the whole picture…. “Sure, I could use something to take the edge off.” A sweet, musky, spicy scent begins to fill the air as Moira hums softly and begins to gently rock Clara. “Waz is? Is this?” Clara’s eyes flutter and she sighs softly as she finds herself going limp in Moira’s arms. She is startled but to baked feeling to care when Moira carves a piece off and brings it to her mouth. The food tastes better than she can ever remember, and everything seem clearer, for lack of a better term. Before long Clara is stuffed and finds her self starting to fade letting out a little belch and flushing bright red with embarrassment. Moira simply smiles and rubs her belly while continuing to hum. And with that it’s lights out for Clara as she gently falls asleep curled up in Moira’s lap…..

Yeah this is were I hop over the Canadian border. Like and I thought being, lynched or burned at the stake was the worst possible outcome for our inevitable descent into authoritarianism.... Can I take firing squad as an option instead? ? @Sophie ♥

Here's hoping that they can work through things together....

I ran out of likes but just.... @Mee

Thank you Kerry

That was to make easier to tell who was speaking while signifying that they were basically talking over each other...

So "Word of God" the Robot talks like Claptrap XD ? @KWOceans @bbykimmy A few minutes later a veritable swarm of flying white trashcans had entered Clara’s enclosure and were bobbing about cheerfully…. “Greetings friend Clara, I am unit 234 and I will be assisting in the renovation of your habitat!” “Uh thanks… Could you not say habitat? It makes me feel like a zoo animal…” “Apologies… I will recalibrate my etiquette subroutine protocols….. Now the first order of business is your sleeping quarters… As I understand it humans prefer to have in closed sleeping areas except in certain hot climates is that correct?” “Yep you got it 234…” Clara chuckles politely “Well then I have a few ideas based on North American architectural norms that should match your cultural sensibilities….” Clara gasps as hologram of room appears. It’s better than any CAD program she’s ever used. After only an hour of familiarization she is able to intuitively add and manipulate pieces custom designing everything, floor to ceiling. Although she uses templates for furniture… The center piece of the room will be one of those modern circular fireplaces which provides a seating area and fit the overall circular shape of the room. Built shelving will provide storage and place for a wall console. Which will allow Clara to access the ships information network. “Now what to do for a bed?” Surprisingly the treehouse tent thing last night was actually super comfortable. She selects that memory foam type stuff for a low platform mattress set into a little nook and hangs some curtains, string lights and paper lanterns. A large glass window opens onto a covered balcony for whenever she wants some fresh air. In a strangely practical move at the advice of 234, Clara sets the bathroom so that it acts an antechamber to the bedroom. Allowing hypothetical guests to use it without entering the bedroom itself. Clara also set’s the ceiling ridiculously high for such a small house so Moira can fit. I mean she’s basically gifted Clara the equivalent of a multimillion-dollar piece of real estate it only seemed fair to make it accessible for her…. The bathroom itself is split into to parts. A vanity/laundry area, and the actual bathroom part. The whole room is tiled floor to ceiling with shower heads poking out everywhere. I can also function as a steam room and the tub extends out as balcony. The toilet is well… A squat model which is apparently galactic standard because it accommodates the widest range of body morphologies. Who knew? By the time Clara has finished designing about three hours later the robots have almost finished literally adding things almost the instant Clara adds them. She has a feeling this would have gone faster without her involvement. The kitchen and living room are a cozy mission/craftsman style affair with a circular staircase wrapped around an elevator providing the main access point… The next room to be designed and built is an office/work shop. A lower open floor filled with all manner of strange alien industrial machines the most familiar ones seem to be some kind of laser CNC mill and 3D printer. The upper loft ring is all bookcase and a central platform with Clara’s desk overlooking it all. Standing on the Ground and staring up at the treehouse complex, Clara is astonished that this was all done over the course of six hours. “Shit you did all this! I mean…. Wow! It’s really done?” “Not quite friend Clara…” “Oh? What are we missing? I mean I guess we could put in a guest bedroom. We won’t be needing a garage….” Clara strokes her chin in confusion. “Physical Recreation!” 234 exclaims with maximum canned enthusiasm. “Based on the care manual *unpronounceable* has provided you need to be exercised regularly!” “I’m not a fucking animal!” Clara shouts indignantely as she flips 234 off. “But you are?” Poor 234’s logic processors are working overtime as it tries to figure out its error. “Clara Simon. Human, by your classification system Homo sapiens, sapiens. Domain | Eukaryota, Kingdom Animalia…. That’s not what I meant you fucking I-trashcan!! …. “ 234 soldiers on oblivious. “Phylum: Chordata, Class: Mammalia, Order: Primates, Suborder: Haplorhini …… Seriously are you even listening? Infraorder: Simiiformes Family: Hominidae, Subfamily: Homininae, Tribe: Hominini, Genus: Homo….” It’s at this point that Clara slugs 234 and falls on her ass with a yelp clutching her hand. “Oh I am so sorry Ms. Clara, what did I do? Are you hurt?” Clara hisses and sucks on her skinned knuckles. “Fine just..” “Ohh!! I did it again didn’t I? By animal you meant treating you as a nonsapient? A thousand requests for forgiveness please…” “Forgiven…. A thousand times… And I’m sorry for going off and punching you.” Clara grins and laughs. 234 takes Clara’s hand and sprays some numbing antiseptic “Let me rephrase the request as your…. Query…. Searching… Healthcare coordinator taking an approach based on your species evolutionary history to promote holistic wellness…Is that more acceptable?” Clara busts out in laughter… “Yeah 234 that’s great…” Clara can’t stop giggling and snickering. “They should have you selling gym memberships and ‘kale whatever the fuck paleo protein shakes’ to rich Silicon Valley douche bros.” “So as a brachiator turned, plains strider you need a wide variety of strength and cardio working movement strategies! Thankfully your species has already compiled an extensive basis of literature that should prove most helpful!” 234 pulls up a holographic version of magazine. “Journal of Sports Medicine and Recreation: Annual September Phys-Ed and Playground Design Special Issue?” Clara snorts in amusement. “I have 30 years of digitized back issues!!” 234 exclaims proudly. Before Clara’s astonished eyes she watches a series of net’s, platforms, swings, monkey bars, and rings get string through a quarter kilometer of woods. With artificial rock formations set up along with climbing walls. As Clara has a sandwich and lemonade for lunch courtesy of 234 see watches various bots grading terrain for winding bike and running. “What the fuck us up with these aliens? Like they seriously go all out. Then again how many billions do people spend in a year on their pets? I guess this the god tier alien version.” Before long Clara’s new living space is complete and the bots clear out just as quickly as they arrived and just in time for Moira to return…

Jesus that's some hardcore shit.... Also who the fuck bothers using something like that on a rando? If I was going to turn something like that loose I go for a much bigger target....

@Author_Alex ..... .... ... Also I want a massage... *pouts* My back is jacked up... ?

My guess is Jamie's carrying a lot of survivors guilt...

Yeah it's why a lot of my dia dem stuff is either my own variant or basically a mix of action/horror.... Like in 6 million to freedom, I established that there is an underground railroad and various resistance groups that spring up only to get exterminated.... One of the largest was named after a series of scifi movies from the other Earth; Zion. It lasted 40 years before it fell..... with 90% casualties on both sides..... The defenders making heavy use of hit and run attacks and IEDs to inflict disproportionate casualties on the Amazons....

Just holy shit!! I'd be a wreck after what happened after Ella Like full on screaming flashback and nightmares.... Honestly most likely outcome is I just go full catatonic several months in.... @Author_Alex

Just wow!! also Ros sound like a hell hole....

*nods in Trans and nuerodiverese* Bigots gonna Bigot Preach it dude

Ohhh..... ?

As a biologist the whole dog v.s. bear thing is baffling.... I mean I know they're closely related but the body morphology and genetic structure is noticeably different... I want pictures... *goes to googles* Ok here's a cladogram Fuck Me!!! Are these things Hemicyoninaes? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemicyoninae I'm in my 6th year of undergraduate studies and even I had to look that up.... Or possibly a common ancestor from the same infraorder Arctoidea? Which would the divergence of time line between our worlds at roughly the late Eocene? But plants or reptiles are effected so that puts the divergence early possibly at the emergence of vertebrates. But what is the key variable? Why did life in this world go to such a large scale? Low gravity? The world is smaller? I think that was mentioned.... But wouldn't that effect ocean currents, weather, and dispersal of species in turn? ? @Author_Alex

God damn... I relate to Jamie on so many levels... It's rare that I can connect with a male protag like this... Like fuck #tooreal @Author_Alex

It me.... I'm glad to see Jamie get some help... I'm also relieved that so far that an appointment with a shrink in this universe isn't an ideologically biased cluster fuck...

I don't why I but I find myself instantly connecting to Ella. I'm wondering if it's because like me she came to the lifestyle at least in part because of a disability or some kind of trauma? @Author_Alex

*hugs* ?

I deal with this kind of selfloathing all the time... I'm so glad Jaime has these people...