#humans are dumb

[andejoe]

No one wanted to ask. Someone had to. It was terrifying. But it made sense.

Of course humanity finally abandoned its planet. Everyone was surprised they hadn’t abandoned it sooner. Still, the concern was there.

What made humanity abandon their planet in a mass event? What thing was finally found to scare them off their favorite death world?

Of course not every last human abandoned the planet, but enough did that Earth was no longer considered ‘inhabited’. Humans flocked to other worlds, most choosing death worlds with similar biomes to the ones they preferred. (And there was a suspiciously armored ship heading towards Disney planet.)

The concerning thing was the humans kept going back. Never landing. Never breaking the atmosphere. Just driving by.

Finally, a delegate was chosen to ask the human council member. Poor Laeri was nervous, but they had been called friend by council member Daryl before. Surely this question wouldn’t be an offense.

“Daryl, may I speak with you a moment?”

Daryl paused, and nodded, careful not to smile. He was well practiced in the art of not offending. “Of course Laeri. What is the matter?”

“Humanity has recently applied for habitation permits for a dozen planets. As soon as the permits were awarded, humans left very quickly.”

“Well sure. The permits took three earth years to be approved. Most of the planet had been preparing for over five years at that point,” Daryl explained.

“Yes, that is not my question. The question is why?”

“Why were they ready?”

Laeri shook their head. “Why did they leave Earth? Humans have made it a point to ‘stick it out’ despite better options being available. Why leave now?”

“Oh, that. Well.” Daryl paused. He knew he didn’t have to report officially yet, but his friend wanted to know. “Will you keep it a secret from the council?”

Laeri paused. The answer being a secret did not occur to them. What could the humans possibly be hiding? Would they be able to hide it as well?

“I do not think I can keep any dangerous thing a secret,” Laeri finally admitted.

Daryl nodded. “Nor would I ask you to. It’s not dangerous, just a little experiment more like.”

“If it is an experiment, then you should speak with-“

“No Laeri.” Daryl interrupted calmly. “This isn’t something we want help with. That’s why we haven’t mentioned anything to the Viyon Academics. We just need time to see if it works.”

Their curiosity finally got the better of them.

“If what works?”

“A new society. A new civilized species.”

Laeri didn’t speak, but either from awe or concern, they weren’t sure. Daryl continued.

“We believe a species evolves when they start to take care of their injured and impaired. It means they have compassion. Well an intelligent species on earth has been observed showing compassion. We simply want to give them the space they require to evolve.”

Laeri considered the intelligent species that lived on earth. They were suddenly very concerned. Had the humans been duped?

“The dolphi are showing compassion?” Laeri asked.

Daryl almost laughed. “Not even close. No, we wouldn’t break the agreement we made. They’re not escaping earth anytime soon.”

Laeri felt immediate relief. “Then which species is it?”

Daryl smiled. He couldn’t help it. He liked birds. “Corvids.”

“But, but they’re so small.”

“We know. That’s why some humans are still there, zoologist types to help them grow, learn, and show them the way.”

“What if another species wipes them out before they get the chance?”

Daryl shrugged. “Well that’s why we left some warriors behind, to help keep the corvids alive while they grow. And of course to keep the dolphins contained. We do take that assignment very seriously.”

Laeri was excited now. Another avian species may be joining the galaxy soon. They wanted to tell everyone.

“Promise you’ll keep the secret?” Daryl asked.

Laeri felt their excitement dash upon the cruel rocks of reality. “I will.”

“Good. Here.” Daryl held out a small computer drive.

Laeri took the drive. “What is this?”

“The live feed of the experiment. You really think we wouldn’t watch? As soon as they reach civilized status, I have to report them. Until then, they’ve been completing some very complex puzzles and problem solving lately. You’ll want to start at the beginning but they post new information all the time.”

Laeri clutched the drive to their feathered tunic. Suddenly the small drive was priceless. “I, must go now.”

Laeri took off as fast as would be ignored by others. Daryl watched his friend, surprised by how excited they were. His watch gave him an alert.

“Ooh, a group puzzle. Wonder if they managed it this time.”

Daryl walked off to his own private quarters to watch the newest update on the corvids.

[injuries-in-dust]

Some universal observations:

Mint repels insects: So a human has a breath mint and suddenly all their insectoid crewmates are keeping their distance.

Human: my breath just smells nice to me. It's not going to kill you.

Alien *clinging to the ceiling*: FUCK OFF!!!

*

Capsaicin doesn't affect avian species: So a human getting into a chilli eating contest with a bird alien species is going to needlessly suffer.

Avian *swallowing a ghost pepper whole : Hmm, nice. A little creamy, with a hint of tomato.

Human *is legally blind at this point*: FUCK YOU!!!

*

Caffeine and chocolate are poisonous.

Alien Captain *looking at the human in a holding cell.*: How were you charged with smuggling deadly materials?

Human: I brought my mocha with me.

[geostelar5]

Humans are dumb and predictable, we use it to learn.

So honestly one of my favorite parts about being an Anthropology Student and looking specifically into Paeleoanthropology is that we know the common human behaviors that have been done even though it like, damages our teeth and bones but we do it anyways and use that to determine things about us and others. One of these things is that Humans, even though it is damaging to our teeth tend to use our chompers as a Third Hand, like we hold onto so much stuff with it when we want to hold it steady or just dont have the room in our hands for it. We have been doing this hundreds of thousands of years and Paleoanthropologists in Spain have used that to determine if Homo Heidelbergensis, our Most Recent Hominin Ancestor(Basically the transition between Erectus and Sapiens) was mainly right handed or left handed. What they did was look at the damage marks fossilized teeth had, and saw the patterns, different damage patterns emerging if your holding say a bone in your teeth as you scrape the meat off of it with your stone tool. Weather your scraping with your left or right hand makes a distinctive pattern, and through that you can determine which hand they favored. As it turns out Heidelbergensis was largely Right handed! or at least the population that is in Sima De Los Huesos in Spain.

[gardeningintrests]

Humans are weird : illusion of sound.

I'm pretty sure everyone here has at least experienced hearing sounds that aren't there. like someone calling your name or a distinct sound of your door opening.

now, I'm not sure if animals has this as well but i would assume no because of their prey and predator instinct. they cannot afford to have illusions of sounds because that is where they hear where their predator/prey is.

so lets assume only humans have this. We hear people call our names when they really didn't is like a body reaction when your parents call you and then waits for you to come down only speak.

ngl i hate it very much

so how would aliens react to this?

just a random day where the group of maaktraks got a new human crew member! they were very excited and made loads of preparations for the human!

the human officially joined the crew about a few days ago, but something is off about this human. We have made sure that they have no mentality problems we have to take note of, but it seems like the human will randomly scream a word that apparently according to the human guide book a sign of aggression especially with the tone he uses.

now we don't understand said problem, so we reach out to the captain to address this worrying condition.

"oh? the human seems fine to me, pretty hard working too."

"yes, captain. but it just sometimes the human will make noise of anger ad frustration after yelling the word "what" and its getting very worrying. do you think we need to ask the humans what's wrong?"

"the guide book does say that if we were to speak to the human and address problems is better than being on the sidelines, so i guess i will leave this matter to you."

"yes captain"

during lunch time, the crew voted that i, xinederlk will be the one asking. what a great day.

im terrified, it had only been a few days since the human arrived, we do not know if this human is calm or the aggression type. looking at the frustrated yells, i would assume the aggression type, but the human guidebook said that each and every human is unique and that we do not judge the human by its first appearance.

i approached the human

"hello human Adam?"

"? oh hello there team leader! what brings you here to the human cafeteria?"

"well, me and me crew has something to ask actually."

"oh? is it about the rear engine? don't worry about it, staklorn has fixed it a while ago."

"no no none of that dear human Adam"

"then what's the issue?"

Human Adam seems to be in a much more serious tone now, maybe that proves his professionality in task taking fields. humans are known to multitask after all.

" well, Human Adam sometimes yell the word "what" even when nothing is going on. and the crew and i are worried that there may be something upsetting you or making you say those words with frustration?"

"eh? frustration? you guys can know my feelings upon hearing my tone of voice?"

"that seems to be in our ability"

"man... well to say eh problem isn't actually any of the crew or ships fault."

"then what is causing this frustration?"

"its just that..i grew up in a strict home alright? My parents would call me and then never answer me until i am in front of them. that gets me very frustrated because something that could've been communicated through voice easily now needs to walk down stairs and look my parents in the face before telling me to clean my room."

"..."

"so now that I've grown up, my body is toggled to hear said sounds with no response because of the habit of my parents putting it on me since young. so I'm very sorry for the inconvenience"

"..."

"..."

"too much?"

that day xinederlk learned a lot about strict parenting

[apex-bull-shark]

I believe there was a humans are space orcs or something like that story where it was like a human was in an alien prison with a bunch of alien prisoners and the beginning of it went something like this

Alien: so what were you before you got here

Human: Oh I was a cleaner (or janitor or something like that can’t remember)

Alien: A-A cleaner

Man’s it was basically like a “cleaner” for the alien was essentially just a super assassin/hitman

Anybody remember it or just me?

Does anyone remember what it is?

Edit: Someone found it can’t remember but here’s the link https://at.tumblr.com/notmrkillwolf666/an-innocent-man-was-falsely-accusedframed-for/3k2r3mxab49i

[bpdcrybaby213]

Humans are disappointing and no one is really your friend.

[dogwatch05]

The Sheer Stupidity of Humanity

TW in the video: Blood. Man shoots himself in the leg by hitting a bullet with a hammer. I mean the stupidity. Managed to get a GSW without the gun. I mean now I have to write a story on this.

"Nobody panic!"

Jerna was walking down the human quarter of the ship when she heard this exclamation. Something she had learned after working with humans for the last five years was that if a human said "Hold my beer", "Nobody panic", or "Well shit", you should be very worried or actively ducking for cover. In this case, as she was the local security officer on duty, she had to go investigate.

As she rounded the corner into the dormitory, she saw five human males grouped around another male. Black scorch marks radiated out in all directions from the center of the circle. Jerna tapped her foot on the floor much harder than was necessary and all the men looked up in her direction. Every one of them had a guilty expression on their face.

"And what do we have here?" Jerna questioned, raising her species equivalent of an eyebrow and crossing her arms. A trick she had picked up from a human mother she had once met with.

"Oh uh...Ah hello Jerna. What can we help you with this fine evening?" The single male in the middle called this out while moving his right leg behind his left leg.

"Well Johnson, you can start with telling me exactly what happened in this room. There seems to be explosive markings exactly where you are standing. You boys haven't been playing with explosives again have you? Especially not after the last incident?"

The men all looked at each other, knowing they had been caught red handed, and immediately all started trying to explain at once.

"QUIET! Johnson why are you leaning to the side so much?" Jerna said this right as Johnson toppled over into a heap of human limbs. Sighing, she walked over to inspect the fallen man. There was a large wound in his right calf, bleeding excessively but not fast. Shaking her head, Jerna called in a med unit to come and get the man and sat the remaining men in a line to question them.

"This is going to be a long night," she said to herself as she surveyed the damage to the room and the men sitting in front of her. She pulled out her notepad and tried to ignore the headache she knew she was about to get.

[gobledi-gook]

Alien Gender and Biology

I think alien biology would work somewhat like fish, more specifically Clownfish!

I say this as my understanding of Clownfish is that they are all born male by default and become female when there isn’t another female around so they can reproduce.

My thinking is that aliens just don’t have a concept of gender physically or socially; and so when they want to reproduce, their bodies just change to do the necessary functions and that’s that.

Continuing; I think they would only refer to one another as names and/or possibly the first two letters of their name or the last two.

Some example; njwi lcsk wnx

“There’s Njwi, (nj or ni) is pretty fascinated with humans,”

“That’s Lcsk, (lc or lk) loves the earthlings you name ‘fish’ and takes care of a bunch of them!”

“Hey, Wnx! (wn or wx) is helping put up decor for the Mizo festival!”

Let’s try it with human names; sophie reilly noah

“Sophie really loves art! Have you seen how good (so or se) is at it?”

“Reilly is awesome! Have you seen how cool (re or ry) looks?!”

“Noah’s super smart, (no or nh) is like a Jack-of-all-trades type,”

To round it up, I think aliens would find it odd that we are stuck with the same biology our entire lives and be extremely confused about the gender roles we abide by, our use of pronouns would also probably throw them for a loop;

“But how do you know which person someone’s talking about when you say ‘he’ or ‘she’ for almost half your population?”

This has just been my two cents to the whole ‘humans are space oddities’ tag and several others :D

[sirro85-blog]

Tales of the Dark Horses.

Captain Becca 2nd in Command of the Dark Horses Mercenary unit stared at the object in her hands, so familiar and yet strangely alien to her at this time of stress. She tapped her finger on the guard and looked up taking a deep breath to fortify her nerves.

Becca stepped forward and looked at the door to the quartermaster's stores. As she raised her hand she paused to study the painted wooden door; as she would expect of Major Kovac's base it was freshly painted but it was obvious whomever had done the job hadn't stripped or prepared the door first causing the paint to blister and crack. A minor thing but surprising for any of Kovac's Dark Horses. Becca pushed open the door.

The lights in the storefront were dimmed enabling Becca to see into the backroom of the QM's office, Major Kovac for once not wearing uniform was lounging on an old burst sofa, his bare foot resting on the corner of a low table. Leaning against him, possibly asleep was Sergeant Knickers, Captain Becca's 2IC. Sitting opposite them in a large relaxing chair of faded and shredded leather was Lisa the Quarter Master of the Dark Horses, ruddy faced and squat (possibly as broad as she was tall) she was wearing her ever present leather waistcoat, complete with her archaic pencil attached by a piece of string.

Lisa appeared to be smiling fondly at the two soldiers as she finished pouring herself a mug of tea. Kovac turned his head to look at Becca as she stood in the doorway and nodded to make the QM aware of her presence.

The QM stood and with a glower at Becca stomped into the front office, she leant her knuckles on her worktop and leaned forward. "Stilts?" The QM never called anyone by their rank or name.

"A requisition order for equipment and uniforms," Becca swallowed and continued, "I've itemised and prioritised them, some are for the troop others are for the Squadron as a whole Quatermaster."

Becca didn't know what eldritch power the QM possessed but something about the short, rotund woman with the greasy red hair terrified the Captain, her obvious displeasure at Becca's simple presence made her very gaze baleful.

"Bex, come join us," called Kovac.

Becca closed her eyes and offered a prayer to any gods who might receive her.

"Yeah come on Bex," called Knickers.

Unsure if she would ever breathe again Becca walked forward stiffly, passing a handswidth from the QM Becca had a moments surprise as she smelled lavender from the woman rather than dried blood as she expected. After she passed the QM Becca realised there was nowhere to sit, so stood awkwardly by the couch. The QM passed her, returning to her own throne, Becca worried that she'd lost all sensation on her right side as the QM passes that side.

"Stilts is too tall to be in here," growled the QM.

"Oh knock it off mother, she's 6 inches shorter than I am," Kovac said.

"Exactly, that's 12 feet of people in my lounge." A vague gesture at Knickers, "Sweet and you are alright Troop but add another body and it makes the place look untidy."

"Be nice to Bex, Lees, she's starting to sway, I think Captains Wolf and Dorman are coming here too with the Sergeant Major." Knickers said.

"Better put some water on mother," said Kovac - they weren't related, though it was a term Kovac used for the QM and none other.

"No point, I only own three bloody cups."

Hearing this Kovac closed his eyes and smiled and then looked upwards muttered under his breath, "of course you fucking do." He stood, and moving across the room kissed the hairline on the round woman's head, "never change RQ, never do that to me."

Kicking on his thong-sandles Kovac strolled past Becca to the door, "we'll relocate to my office."

Kovac and Knickers were the only two out of uniform, the others; Becca, Captain Dorman and Wolf and Sergeant Major Chloe aka "Panther" and sergeants Fluke and Glover were all in uniform. Even for Becca who was Kovac's partner it seemed odd to see him in anything but military dress. He was in an unusual mood too, strangely glib and appeared disinterested.

"Apologies sir, is there a better time for us to do this?" Becca asked, irritated as the Major toyed with a pocket knife.

Suddenly Kovac was sitting at his desk, his face intense. He swept his gaze across the faces of his subordinate officers and senior NCOs, "we're lost."

The matter of fact statement was met with silence, "we fought in a nasty war, we did nasty things. The mask slipped and we didn't get to see ourselves as noble heroes we saw behind the curtain and it turns out we're killers."

He gestured around the room, "we've all been guilty of it, humans are the protectors of the galaxy, cosmic heroes who fly in on a spaceship and win the battles for the vulnerable and protecting the peace. Then we used chemical weapons to win the war against the Xhost. Millions dead and Billions; Trillions maybe, saved.

Kovac gave a shrug, "what difference is there between killing someone with a rifle than with White Phosphorous?"

Becca looked at her fellow officers faces, they were blank.

Kovac closed his eyes, "it has always saddened me that humans made contact with the rest of the galaxy and it was our war fighting, our savage nature that made us. How few of humanity's contributions to the Galaxy have been anything non-military?"

"We all joined the military for different reasons, some of us have family history, others wanted to see the galaxy, a few of us made the decision based on poverty and wanting to avoid starvation or incarceration. Whatever the reason we've ended up soldiers hoping to do good things, wanting to be heroes, when the feeling comes to you that you might be the villains the glamour slips away and you're left to see what we really are. Paid killers."

"The Xhost campaign, what we did...it was all necessary sir" Captain Mark Dorman said, rather forcefully.

"I know Captain, I was the one that ordered it, the issue is our perception." Kivac glanced around the room, "so much of our cultural heritage, our heroes of myths and legends are war fighters, the Song of Roland, Thermopylae, Captain America, Rambo..." he gestured vaguely to indicate he couldn't think of many others currently. "Warriors all, sadly the reality isn't as good as the myths and legends."

Captain Becca was watching her fellow Sublalterns, none of them looked happy. "What's your point sir?"

"That war is terrible, its awful and anyone who tells you differently is selling something. We get sold a glittering ideal and then up closewe find its caked in the blood and shit of friends and lovers." He sighed, "to borrow a phrase, war crimes...all wars are crimes. You're either a perpetrator or a victim but it's still a crime you're involved in."

Major Kovac stood up, he looked more animated than he had done in weeks. His gaze swept across the captains and their sergeants. "The scales have fallen, some of our men; most of our men are realising that what we do is take and end lives. Others put there come in after and save lived, they heal and rebuild. We are killers, destroyers and wreckers. If they can't come to peace with that then they will need to make a decision."

"The malaise has gone on long enough, get out there and drill them, beast them, get them too tired to think and too obsessed with their skills and drills to worry about why they do it. Anyone has any issues is welcome to come and talk to me, we have a pension fund for a reason. Dismissed."

Becca was silent as she walked out, Knickers followed closely behind, also silent. She could hear Dorman and his sergeant having a muttered conversation behind her. Already she felt better, she had orders and a purpose, she needed to be a leader and to help her soldiers.

[jolmi]

07-06-2023

Some really good oxymorons

Only choice

Unbiased opinion

Civil war

Original copy

Clearly misunderstood

Larger half

Infinity and beyond

Living dead

Act naturally

Same difference

Found missing

Decaffeinated coffee

Organised chaos

Virtual reality

Random order

And our only choice is to accept that humans are dumb (in soo many ways)!

[andejoe]

What do you think would happen if humans are the only species that believes in luck.

What if aliens never correlated crossing fingers, walking under ladders, seeing melanistic felines, as things that can affect an outcome of a project (or life's) success? What if humans are the only ones who believe in that kind of stuff?

Even non-superstitious humans cross their fingers for good luck, just because that's what you do.

Human right before they're doing something dangerous: Cross your fingers.

Alien: *visibly confused*

Brall headed down the corridor, stepping lightly around the larger debris. The corridor was still under construction after last weeks’ earthquake shook loose a ‘hobby room’ the humans had installed against regulation and without permission. How the humans managed to get weighted iron bars as tall as they were onto the base was impressive in itself, how they managed to get them into the crawl space in between floors was even more so.

“Stop!”

Brall froze, a quick response he learned after being around humans for so long. He saw no danger, no problems, or any reason for his quick change. He turned around to face the human who’d called for him.

“Why can i not continue down the corridor?”

Thane was moving quickly towards Brall. He was trying to protect Brall from, something.

“The ladder.” Thane grabbed it and lifted. He carried it to one side, collapsing it against the wall. “You can’t walk under ladders.”

“It was sufficiently high enough. I would not have bumped it,” Brall assured him.

Thane shook his head. “No, it’s bad luck.”

Brall wasn’t aware of what luck was, or even the concept of it. He was in a hurry though. “Can you walk with me and explain what ‘bad luck’ is?”

Thane nodded. “Course.”

Brall kept going, but diverted half his attention to the human.

“Luck is an invisible force that can change the outcome of anything regardless of what actions have been taken. You can have good luck or bad luck. Good luck is when things work out for you for no reason. Bad luck is when terrible things happen for no reason.”

“But walking under a ladder causes bad luck?”

“Yes, because you can attract good or bad luck based on what you do. Black cats carry bad luck with them, so if you see one, boom, bad luck. On the other hand, horseshoes are good luck. Bad luck is easier to get though, so you have to be extra careful not to attract it. Good luck is a lot harder to manifest.”

They stepped through the doors and headed for the next building.

“But are humans not known for their preparedness and tenacity? Why would a species believe in mindless chance when they are, well, human. It seems counterintuitive that a species who routinely looks death in the eyes and laughs would allow themselves to fall victim to such a hollow belief.”

They stepped into the next building. It was much smaller, only two rooms large. The first room acted as a barrier to protect the sensitive equipment in the second. Another human, Vikram, stood there waiting for Brall.

Thane frowned. “It’s not a hollow belief. There are things that happen that can’t be explained. Despite everything that is prepped or done, sometimes things happen and people don’t make it. It’s bad luck.”

Vikram laughed. “Dude, stop filling his head with nonsense. Luck isn’t real. It’s a small mind ignoring the butterfly effect. Things happen and just because you don’t know what caused them doesn’t mean nothing caused it. The universe doesn’t have an opinion.”

Brall was now very confused. Thane spoke as if luck was a human constant but Vikram refused it outright.

“Oh yeah?” Thane challenged.

Vikram shrugged. “Yeah. Luck is for dummies.”

“Cool.” Thane nodded. “Then I’ll just go ahead and take the narwhal toy with me then.”

Vikram’s face changed so quickly Brall almost expected to see a weapon appear.

“You touch that narwhal and I’ll snap your finger.”

Brall took a step away from Thane first, distancing himself from the potential danger.

“Ha! Now who’s superstitious?”

Vikram frowned. “I’m not superstitious. But if you move that narwhal then Brall and I won’t be able to fix anything.”

“How does the piece of plastic help us?” Brall asked.

Vikram shrugged. “Don’t know, but it does. So don’t touch it.”

“Brall, if you need any more information about luck, I’ll gladly give you some reference material to look up later. Because at least I’m honest about my beliefs.” Thane left, smirking.

Vikram shook his head. “Alright, let’s just get to work.”

———————

“I still don’t understand why the repairs aren’t holding. We worked out all the bugs.”

Vikram had been complaining for the last ten minutes. Nothing they did was working.

“You didn’t touch anything, did you?” Vikram asked.

Brall couldn’t lie. It was an unknown quirk of he species that humans discovered. So he knew he was caught.

Brall pulled the narwhal from his pocket. “You said luck was not real so I wished to see for myself.”

Vikram lunged for the narwhal, frightening Brall. Brall flicked the toy into the air and jumped backwards. Vikram grabbed the toy with a hunter’s focus and immediately rushed it back to its rightful place.

“I told you not to touch the narwhal!”

Vikram began scolding Brall, but Brall was distracted. All the red, orange, and black indicators were shifting to blue and purple behind Vikram’s back. The human was going on about how personifying the equipment and placating it was important, but Brall was only partially listening.

“It’s working.” Brall was in disbelief. Replacing the toy somehow fixed everything.

Vikram turned and smiled. He exhaled all the pent up stress. “Of course it’s working. We gave the toy back. It’s happy now.”

Brall made the mental note to request the reading material from Thane later.

[burb27]

Haha the only reason Pon Farr was kept a secret for some long is cause humans are so oblivious!

Vulcan crewman: “ I need to mate! It has been seven years! “

Human: “ sigh me too, let’s go to Risa! “

Vulcan: “ that is acceptable! My spouse will meet me there! “

[habiba-apple-aphid]

Human logic

humans will cheer for the rabbits in Beatrix Potter novels

then scowl at the aphids in their garden.

[gardeningintrests]

humans are weird- mental health

now that i think about it, everyone and every living thing will have severe mental health issues upon being put in a bad situation or environment, like how dogs and cats will sometimes get anxious and yell and bite at you if you are a bad owner. and how some plants will be scared when you are a person who has done harm to it before.

so now I wonder, will aliens or other species and life tackle this mental health thing? or do they, like animals and plants, just think it's some form of instinct?

lets see how this goes baby

(also, my apologies for the weird English and maybe a switch between the UK and US ver of the language)

as the Terrans announce they have made a station at a dwarf planet near the Intergalactic Transportation Centre (ITC) that specializes in the form of psychology hospital for checkups and therapy sessions.

a few of the more advanced species in the Galactic Union were happy and most of the latter were confused.

psychology? hospital? what is this, do the Terrans think lowly of us so much that they had opened up a "mental hospital"?

upon seeing the rage of 99% of the Galactic Union ( Many species within systems, something like the EU on Earth) because of this newly opened hospital/ clinic/ office that made others feel they are unwell in the head, the Terrans called upon a press conference.

"We have heard of the unhappy feedback of the newly opened office. And I am sure all of you are aware that we humans are one of the sentient species that specializes in biology, especially the brain." The human, dressed in black with a white inner collar shirt paired with a black tie, a way of dressing different from their military, must be one of the Congressmen or a high authority figure.

"We opened this clinic/ hospital/ office because of various reasons. One is because as much more humans are traveling through the galaxies with the crew they are assigned or out on missions and events, we can safely say that more than 30% of our population, are in space, always on the go."

why do the human keep on talking useless speech? why do they not go straight to the point of this conference? such a waste of time.

"However, space travel isn't easy. it isn't quick either. so our kind has to sit through a very long transport, deal with their business, which takes roughly around a few months to a few years, and return back to home world where another long period of transport is needed."

do humans think they are the only ones with this problem? they might be new but they sure are demanding and self-centered aren't they?

"due to this fact, many become homesick and are dealing with chronic depression from the uncomfortable traveling and all the foreign work needed to do. with this and our conducted survey for both our kind and everyone else in the Galactic Union, we have deemed that unfortunately, many of our and your kind are in a very bad situation in terms of mental health "

the human sent everyone who is watching this channel or present a link to a video created by humans ( the link is in the word mental health)

what... what is this? mental health?

upon watching the video, X'aangrak't seemed to understand now. he now understands why humans were so awfully looking all the time.

"because of the risk of illness and the result that comes after we do not wish for our allies and our kind to fall into such a despairing place. we know we are not the only ones with the problem of homesickness, workplace bullying, abuse of power, and many other negative actions. generations, and generations, we and all of the life here have tried the resolve the issue of lives committing suicide acts just to come back to square 1"

the human wasn't wrong, lives are unique, and they are only able to form under the perfect circumstances in a system. so suicide cases is one of the major issues that the council of the Galatic Union has sought to fix

" so we come up with a plan, to not only help our kind but also all of the life that is existing in the Galaxy."

That's a bold move, how is a hospital full of drugs and equipment going to help us? if the issue the Galatic Union can't do anything to resolve this, how do they think they are going to do so?

" as us Terrans, although great at talking, is not so great in terms of communicating our thoughts and feelings. This is very well-known back at homeworld, so humans throughout history have studied how emotions and feelings affect a person and have made effective treatments and even categories of why a specific person is dysfunctional." oh really?

" so, for the sake of yourselves and your kind. the Galatic Union has come this far thanks to all of you. however it is undeniably true that space travel and work, is a heavy subjects that all of us carry inside, the pain sorrow, and tiredness you feel will eventually bring you down to the depths of despair and agony. so for your sake of yourself, give a visit to the new centre we opened, it is specialized in our feeling and emotion.'

...

" Be not afraid of letting your emotions go sometimes, as to be healthy is to cry, and soothe your own person, it is not a shameful act. but a powerful one That, is the end of my conference."

as the human steps down the stage and heads back to the vehicle transport, many reporters tried asking questions and begging for answers, but to no avail. no reply, just like how the humans in speeches and public has been

maybe... maybe i should give the centre a chance...

as X'aangrak't looks outside of his crew ship, with no one to talk to and always alone despite everyone on the ship. while the stars shone brightly outside in the galaxy, there has always been this feeling in his chest, maybe this time

he will feel better

[krowkeeper]

Humans: *creates the idea of god*

Humans: *has problems*

Humans: god! How could you do this to me?!

[orcaandseal]

Nature said No and humans said 'Fuck you'

Me