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simon riley is hungry

She did not think that a simple snack would lead to a weekly occurrence of her leaving lunches and small bowls of her niche mixers of fruit and Mexican spices for her Lieutenant. Truly, it began as a small gesture. A formality to a higher-up in the middle of the night, both too driven by sleep to acknowledge each other with words so replaced with the offering of cut cucumbers with lime and tajin. A simple yet delicious cuisine, for her... and judging by the way he took the bowl from her hands and began scarfing down the fruit, for him as well.

She blinked at him for several seconds, her mouth falling open in a small 'o' and watched as he pilled the ends of his skull mask up to his nose and began peeling the fruit from the bowl, the juices dripping from the corners of his mouth and down his fingers... the fork long forgotten.

"You like?" She whispered, reaching her fingers to grab at the almost gone cucumbers.

He grunted in response, nodding his head as his eyes squinted. The cold of the fruit, hours in the fridge, mixed with the sour taste made his jaw clench in pain.

Deciding to leave him be with her fruit, she gave him a sleepy "Night." before heading off to her room.

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The next day, Lieutenant Riley was met with a small bottle and a small blue sticky-note attached to it on his desk.

" This is tajin. Ta-hee-n.

Enjoy :D "

And so the weekly drop off began. Every Friday a new dish, sometimes with specific drinks and other times with only water as in one particular blue note said,

" Drink more water L.T.!

Cool people stay hydrated >D "

A clear jab at his early confession through their short conversations of him not drinking enough water because of lack of time.

This routine continued for months, leading to softer conversations and even softer gazes.

Weekly lunch drop offs led to weekly diners, of course when either weren’t on mission or stuck at base with paper work. Dining out became dining in, a cozy 3 bedroom home away from big cities and even bigger responsibilities.

Retirement didn’t come easy, swayed by the lack of chaos, a warm stillness he’s never even been able to dream of now sat at the cusp of his adult life. Who would have thought Simon Riley, a rock of a man, would become fortunate enough to spend all its pleasures with the personification of hope itself?

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My favorite sci-fi thing I've ever thought of is something I'd like to call Humans Are Space Ants. Basically, humans enter the larger universe and find that all other intelligent life are practically gods. The thing is, though, humanity's exploitation of physics has gotten so out of hand that they are on equal footing.

Important to remember, the aliens are far, far beyond us. Their understanding of the universe is much deeper, their power is far greater, but we just fuck around with existence harder than any other being has the lack of sense to. And it has had extremely potent results.

Although humanity's standing up to a civilization of a billion literal Cthulus, they're winning. They will eventually codify eldritch knowledge in a way they can understand.

Imagine if ants developed music partly on accident by just doing math about it. You would be so confused as to how they even did that. But they did. And then the next time you go out into your yard you hear the objective single best piece of music you have ever heard, and it's about the ants asking you to stop poisoning their nests before they teleport into your brain and kill you. And they figured out how to teleport using the music. Somehow. Even ignoring the fact they can teleport with music, how could they have composed the greatest song to ever be? they don't even fullly get it!

Basically, eldritch gods watching humanity's bullshit with confounded outrage. I should probably write about this at some point, it seems pretty damn funny/cool

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Space travel was once a very popular communication trade in which species all across the universe entertained. But as worlds die, creatures age and the proximity of planets grow further apart the only real space travelers will have become humans. Their edge at satiating their curiosity is a creature of its own as the death workers refuse to let the knowledge and cultivations of cultures outside of their own world disappear.

As generations pass, the visit of human travelers throughout the lesser and smaller planets becomes more frequent. With their lack of knowledge of space travel and the function of time outside of their own planets, the humans become known as creatures that are able to withstand the hold of time and age.

Deathworlders who don’t age, even after centuries of their time have past, continuously visit Pressee, a world of orange, slimy, long-limbered creatures.

Talk gets out of the humans new found immortality, and though some bigger planetary scientists are skeptical of this a warning of the deathworlders abilities and life expectancy changes. Deathworlders become scarier as the centuries past.

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With Humans Extinct The New Evolved Species Are Paleontologists

The extinction of humanity, the bipedal primates that swore to conquer the cosmos, the Adapters, was a great lost for the universe. Their talents to bond with others outside of their species, and their unrelenting habits to seek friendship is what got most of the species of the Universe to grow fond, or the equivalent of such relationship, of the primitive species.

They had grown to rely on their governments and laws too much, and the rule of extracting humans from space travel had begun a mass panic for those unwilling to go back to Terra, the planet they named "Earf". Their governments called upon the help of other species outside of Earf, putting a bounty on any Earfling that seeked to continue their travels in space. And when the other species refused, and rather helped the space otters (a nicknamed earned from a human fighting in Kortnak, a water planet with unrelenting fierce creatures that killed anything they considered a parasite... The human walked away with a Kortnakian as dinner under its arm) hide deep into the stars.

The Earf's government leaders began attacking any creature they considered a foe. And that meant anybody that got in the way of the retrieval of their fellow humans. As time passed, the original plan was long forgotten and soon it was just war that the humans sought. Blood and death were what they were after. They were strong in the beginning, sure, but after months, and years prior of accumulating enemies, it had become apparent that their numbers dwindled. And before Portunians, the Peacemakers of the Universe, could reach Earf it had been too late.

Saddened, angry, and passive creatures left the Milky Way. A restriction notice in their systems meant it was out of anyone's reach of contact (whether physical or through communication). No one was allowed to visit the dying galaxy, humanity's home.

And no one did. It had been 7 billion years since the extinction, a new species crawled the ground of what was once called Earf. Doe-eyed creatures with mass intelligence, their features very similar to those of humans. Creatures that learned to communicate telepathically, evolving out of the need for the hyoid bone. Their personalities? Not so much.

They didn't laugh, cry, or speak, and though they did feel emotions they did not find it necessary to express it. They became the creatures thriving off of humanity's issues, the history of what once was became their rules for what NOT to do. Though they did not understand how such primitive minds got in contact with other creatures in space, or how they achieved space travel, they themselves, the new walkers of Terra, grew frustrated with their lack of progress in that aspect.

So much so that they built machines to create visual movements humans made out of the fossils they found in graves, or what was left of them.

They were surprised when their systems began making a loud rakakakakak sound. They froze in surprise, their pupils narrowing in on the machine. Nothing. It was not smoking, nor shaking. Nothing.

Rakakaka

Again! The grey-skinned fellow watched the hologram of the human throw its head back, hand on its chest, and its shoulders rapidly moving up and down...

The human was making this sound...? The human was making this sound...

This is like nothing they've ever witnessed. The new species had thought of the many possibilities of how humans communicated, especially with other creatures in space, but not once had they thought orally. Of course!

However, the sound it was making did not sound pleasant, a sort of replica of what their train system racking up in the morning with rocks underneath its wheels sounded like, and the doe-eyed creature began to wonder if it was the reason why humans no longer lived.

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ok but the -feeling- of love. of actually feeling it, not just living or breathing but -living- of and through love. like when they touch you… the touch, oh the touch…

the graze of touch through sleep induced minds… the feeling of lighting striking the skin… feeling of pollards of electricity leaving your body as does their fingers…

or or actually feeling your eyes dilate at the mere thought of them….

or the breathless whispers interchanged… the flushness of the cheeks when you know you’ll get to be near them…

god, i love loving.