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Humans are Weird: Color Vision

So, I am learning about color perception in one of my classes, and it turns out the ability to see and understand color is more complex than we often think despite the limited range on the electromagnetic spectrum between 400-700 nanometers. So, I thought I would write a little story about how human color vision is weird.

  The war with the Gnar’lack had reached a critical turning point. The Finnerian council was at its wits end. They were losing the war, and badly. The Unified Galactic Assembly had sent aid in the form of additional troops to supplement their own, but all efforts had been for not, and the assisting soldiers had been withdrawn home at the order of their home worlds.

               The Finneri were on their own with no chance of aid left in the galaxy and their spirits broken. Soon the last transport ship would be sent off world with their children in an attempt to preserve their species.

The likelihood of which seemed slim.

               General Lin-Ar was camped with what was left of his men along the southern polar border waiting for, what was likely to be, their last and final battle.

               If this last ditch plan didn’t work, they were doomed to extinction at the hand of their greatest enemy. The world would be overrun by the Gnar’lak and they would become only a memory in distant histories.

               “General?” The radio signal intercepted him on his posterior receptors, and he turned to face the speaker. Infrared and thermal sensors within his eyes picked up the spot as a glowing radiant beacon of heat.

               “Commander.”

               “Are we ready?”

               “We have to be.”

               The two turned themselves to the command’s last interstellar communication tower and began the process.

               “What happens if none answer?”

               “Then we give up our last hope.” There was a long silence as the two contemplated those words before

               “How do we know the stories are even true?”

               General Lin-Ar paused to think about that for a moment. Truth be told he wasn’t really sure if the stories were true. This far out on the border of the galaxy, stories of humans were still more myth than fact, but what other choice did he have. It he had to choose between a long shot and giving up, there was only one option.

               “Send the transmission.”

               The commander gave a nod stepping up to the tower to input the message, and there they waited with bated breath. The infrared monitor on the far wall remained silent for a horrible moment before bursting into an array of blinding intensity.

               The shape sitting there was so blinding, the cameras were having trouble adjusting to the signal.

               “This is Captain Vir of the USS Stabby responding to an urgent SOS from the planet…. Uh…. Gnf…. I can’t pronounce that.”

               Relief washed over the general as he moved to the screen. The translator was working.

               “So the stories are true.” Came the static response.

               “True and serious as a heart attack, General…. Anyway what can I do you for?”

               The human spoke oddly. From what he heard they were supposed to be a barbaric and warlike race, but as far as he could tell the human was on the far side of nonthreatening even a little spacey. His hopes began to dwindle.

               “We are the Finneri, and we are close to extinction. For over millions of years we have been at war with the Gnar’lak. Despite all of our efforts, we have failed to hold them back. I represent what is left of my race begging you for assistance. You are our last hope.”

               “Well S***, that does sound bad. I warn you, General. I represent only one ship. I don’t know if there is much we can do.”

               “If all the stories I have heard are correct, than I would rather take that chance.”

               “Hm…. Well, how could I say no to that? Give us a day.” The com went dead

               General Lin-ar paused in confusion, “He had expected a measure of resistance. Any race would have. To help a people on the brink of destruction against overwhelming odds was reason for concern, but the human had agreed almost out of hand recklessly agreeing to a suicide mission without knowing anything about the situation.

               Why would anyone do that?

               What had they gotten themselves into?

               Perhaps the quick agreement had just been a cultural construct. Maybe the humans would never show up, but personal discussion required that they agree in order to avoid offending. Only time would tell.

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Guinness World Record is basically alien horror.

-this book is filled with the most extreme humans in earth. People that eat metal, body modification beyond the norm (they had just gotten used to hair dye and some tattoos), and a person jumping out of a balloon to break the sound barrier simply by falling.

-Even ones that humans didn’t qualify as extreme such as the person with the longest nails freak them out, extra long claws!

-Of course there are recons for things like most hugs given. Even these freak them out though. People that can do willingly hug strangers are the same spieces that climb the highest peaks on their planet with only their hands and some tools.

-most alien schools ban the books for species other than humans. The human kids just find it funny or icky but the alien children can’t read a single page without needed their parents to come running.

-alien teens reading this banned book at sleepovers the same way human children play Bloody Mary.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but Dollar Tree saves my life on the daily. If I have $5 on a Monday and need to eat until Friday? Boom, 6-pack of ramen noodles for a dollar. Bam, 6-pack of instant oatmeal for a dollar. Bang, 5 cups of dry white rice for a dollar. And if I wanna not die of a vitamin deficiency this week? Whammo, frozen fruit for my oatmeal, a dollar. Frozen veggies for my ramen and rice, a dollar. That’s my five dollars. I wouldn’t be eating like a king or anything, but I’d be getting getting three real meals a day. 

If you’re having trouble affording groceries, school supplies, and kitchen supplies, ALWAYS check Dollar Tree first. That’s Dollar TREE (not “Dollar General,” not “Family Dollar,” etc.).

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but Dollar Tree saves my life on the daily. If I have $5 on a Monday and need to eat until Friday? Boom, 6-pack of ramen noodles for a dollar. Bam, 6-pack of instant oatmeal for a dollar. Bang, 5 cups of dry white rice for a dollar. And if I wanna not die of a vitamin deficiency this week? Whammo, frozen fruit for my oatmeal, a dollar. Frozen veggies for my ramen and rice, a dollar. That’s my five dollars. I wouldn’t be eating like a king or anything, but I’d be getting getting three real meals a day. 

If you’re having trouble affording groceries, school supplies, and kitchen supplies, ALWAYS check Dollar Tree first. That’s Dollar TREE (not “Dollar General,” not “Family Dollar,” etc.).

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ADHD got me like *straight up doesn’t do something if my brain decides it isn’t fun or immediately gratifying*

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Employer: “Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?”

Me:

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A real, actual, I-am-not-fucking-lying-to-you-this-truly-happened moment from the Christmas special Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa

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bloop

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We all have that one class that triggers our fight or flight response

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Tfw you sucking fuck at keeping a convo going

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Tfw you sucking fuck at keeping a convo going

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Help!!

Hey can someone help me my dumb alter Alex decided hey let’s go on a chat room!!!! It’s called y99. And message people!!! And they’ll be pedos and creepy! And well tell our age and the state we live in as well as ethnicity! Now I’m scared that they could hack my phone as know where I am and kill me. Am I in danger? What should I do?

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while you studied the blade

I studied the blade too we were classmates

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Also, the Haniel person is a detective, and brings Daniel in as a behavioral analyst for cases.

Hey!!!!

Would anybody be interested in doing a tiktok oc role play?