[Sunnyside]

listen to me while you read

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Genderless ; male pronouns

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" ᔕO YOᑌ ᗯᗩᑎT TO KᑎOᗯ
ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗰᕮ? ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ I'ᗰ
ᖴᖇOᗰ? ᗯᕮᒪᒪ, TᕼᗩT'ᔕ
ᔕOᖇT Oᖴ ᗩ ᗪIᖴᖴIᑕᑌᒪT
ᑫᑌᕮᔕTIOᑎ... I ᗪOᑎ'T
ᖇᕮᗩᒪᒪY ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩ
ᕼOᗰᕮᒪᗩᑎᗪ..."

"I was created by the Izulren. They're a species of alien- quite lonely ones too. They don't have a homeland either. The Izulren live on their massive spaceship, the Twespin. Occasionally, they would stop on planets they came across on their travels across the galaxies, but were always forced to leave soon after. Something about the inhabitants not approving of them conducting experiments with the locals' DNA...

By dandyLIONscare

Anyways, desperately tired of being with just their own species, the Izulren decided to create a companion species for themselves. That companion being me. I am Trial-Species 47, the 8th attempt with Plumerian DNA. They came across Plumerians on one of their trips past Earth, and decided that with a few adjustments, they could make the perfect partner species. So, a few choice Plumerians were abducted, and had their DNA extracted before being returned to the ground. After mixing the 'borrowed' DNA with a bit of their own, as well as a few choice chemicals, Trial-Species 47 was born. The first seven attempts didn't go over so well, but I, the 8th and last, survived and thrived. For a while, anyways.

My earliest memories are from the lab on board the Twespin. I remember opening my eyes for the first time, and peering through the blue liquid I was floating in. The sounds of what I now recognize to be excited Izulren filter through the goo to my ears. This was how I spent my first few... I'm honestly not sure how long. The Izulren ran hundreds of tests on me, which I now know was to make sure I could survive outside my containment chamber- the first few of my kind had not. Once sure I wasn't going to die upon being released, they let me out. The cool metal floor and metallic scents of the lab were my first sensations of touch and smell.

When compared to later ones, my first few years of freedom were rather dull. These were my education years. We were traveling through an empty part of the galaxy void of other lifeforms while the Izulren taught me their ways. I learned their language, and was taught the sciences, how to use their technology and help with maintenance of the ship. The Izulren began referring to me as Axockbar, which is a term of endearment in their language, one of the few words translatable to English sounds.

Once we returned to habitable space, my life became much more interesting; we visited many strange planets, and met several of the natives there. Planet Jovars was my favourite- everything had greenish hue to it from the sky, to the sandy earth, to the inhabitants, who seemed fairly friendly as well, until the Izulren tried to 'borrow' some DNA from the Jovarian princess... we weren't welcome long after that.

Soon after Jovars, my body began to fail; the harshness of being in space all these years was finally taking its toll. I could no longer bare the toils of space travel. The incredibly long lifespan the Izulren had predicted for me was coming to an end much sooner than anticipated. In a final effort to sustain me, they decided to try sending me back to Earth in hopes that the homeland conditions of my Plumerian DNA would help. And so far, it has. In fact, I've grown stronger. I still miss the Izulren, but...

...ᗩ ᑎᕮᗯ ᗩᗪᐯᕮᑎTᑌᖇᕮ ᗩᗯᗩITᔕ..."

[suneater]

Oh my gosh red for this lil guy QAQ

[suds]

^^ background is blank because they choose not to remember, its a memory. they only focused on two things- themselves and the window/getting out. ^^

user sweetener name vestigial gender gender-fluid

"ive lived in area 51 for a long time. since the late 1940's, at least. i dont know, the year was hard to know as time went on. i was born there before it became known as area 51. i didnt have a name, my parents fled the area before the government came in. the amount of radiation there was overwhelming. i learned to hide from the men, and slowly overtime i learned to love the place."

"you say youve been there since the 1940s? shouldnt you be in your late 70s right now? you have the same body structure as an 11 year old. how does that work?"

"radiation, i guess. my blood became so acidic, and my fur was no longer.. furry but instead slick. i had adjusted to the situation, its beautiful if you think about it. you can see my bones inside of me, when you did those tests i could see the curiosity in your eyes. after this interview ill be allowed to leave, right? i just have to sign a few papers and ill be free."

"yes, weve been studying you for a few years now. thank you for cooperating, head back to your cell and ill call the boss to bring the documents. vestigial, i hope to see you again some day."

thats what they told me, that theyll let me go after testing. it filled my young heart with hope, i was so naive i did whatever they told me to. i wanted to see the world, i didnt want to sit in a blank room with a tape recorder and some stranger twice a month. it was the same questions they asked, over and over. i followed their rules, gave information i wasnt supposed to, anything to get me out of that damn lab. i was tired of reading old outdated books in the library, old of looking at postcards so long ago they werent in color. i hadnt seen the sun in so long, i forgot to wonder what it felt like.

they let me go a year ago, in early 2015. i have multiple chips in me, and metal bands clipped onto my skin. im a walking project, i still have to check in every week. its as free as ill ever be, no doubt. the worst thing about being different is that everyone keeps their eye on you. theyll never let you out of their sight because you could do something dangerous. i wish i was simple, i wish i wasnt born in that godforsaken place. they named me vestigial because i was alien, the last of my kind they thought. but really, i was just like them. in all the distinct ways, i was the same as them. i wish they saw that. i wish they knew.

i remember one time, god bless her heart, a woman by the name of eindride was walking down the same street i was. she bumped into me, and asked what was wrong. i had been mulling over the scientists at the time, how they couldnt see i was just another human in the cruel game of life. so i told her, because i didnt know what to do and i was used to spilling everything to someone. at the end of it all, she took my hand, and said, "we all see the same things, the stars, the moon, the grass, the sand, the mountains, the clouds, the sky, the dirt, the rain, the water, the river, the ocean, the world. but i see you differently."

i never forgot that.

[fūi]

markkk ;;v;;

[reilly]

res!!
they were formed in the core of a small, otherwise lifeless planet
the core of the planet was liquid (made of the same corrosive liquid as their blood)
the corrosive liquid spread throughout the planet, carving out tunnels and caves
they lived on the planet alone until a passing alien stopped on the planet to rest and offered to bring them to earth

[kayynine]

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[SplashofOrangeJuice]

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Username: SplashofOrangeJuice
Name: Murph
Gender: Non-binary


indentYou want to know how I got here? Me too. Most of all, though, I want to know how I got there.

indentOut of the darkness and into the light—that’s all I’ve ever wanted. My memories start in a black hole many galaxies away, but I’m almost certain my existence began on this planet many years prior to now…

indentBeing in a black hole is strange. I don’t know how I got there. I’m not sure how I broke out. The whole of the place consisted of windows into different eras and times across the universe and between galaxies. Many of them were of Earth. It always seemed like my existence was just to observe.

indentSince being here I’ve also learned a lot about self-preservation, because in the black hole there is no such thing. I was never hungry, thirsty or tired, I just was.

indentFor eons I watched. I longed to be a part of your culture. To feel water, and the fur of another plumerian. To dream. To breathe. To love. To live an actual life instead of just exist. I wanted to survive and thrive, not be a bystander. One day the hole granted my desires.

indentThere were no other living beings there, at least none that I met. The hole seemed to be a being itself, and sometimes it would speak to me telepathically. I never questioned it; it was just a part of me. It would ask about what I saw: my own internal dialogue. It was interested in me. What I wanted. What I observed. How I felt. It knew my longings before I understood them myself.

indentI’ve seen so many things, but the most interesting things I observed were other plumerians on Earth. It was just so intriguing to me. I knew that they were what I was. We were one and the same, but also vastly different. I’ve even seen this conversation right now, which looking back, is the most frightening. I’ve witnessed myself in this time period, here on Earth, from lightyears away. I’m watching myself now, in the hole, in an alternate dimension. That’s the thing about black holes, they consist of infinite dimensions. It all sounds so abstract and unfathomable, and believe me, it is. Even after being within, it’s difficult to comprehend here on Earth.

indentI’ve seen myself in many different places and times. Some of them in the past from this date. Many of them in the future. I saw my birth on Earth, and my development as a pup. That year was many years into the future from now, which is hard to understand. I unfortunately didn’t witness how I entered the black hole, and I don’t remember anything prior to being within it. It’s odd to witness one’s own life from outside that body. I could apply subtle changes to the environment as well, so perhaps I’m my own guardian angel.

indentLeaving the hole was excruciating, exhilarating, and exciting. It was talking to me, congratulating me on having been there for a century. It was a party of sorts. After a while, it asked what I wanted most, although it already knew the answer. I told it I wanted to leave. To be a part of life on Earth. It asked me to pick a time, as relative as that is, and so I found the memory. It played on repeat of what felt like forever. Then, the hole said goodbye and brought me here. I hope I never forget that moment.

indentI’m thrilled to finally be.

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[jayus]

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[pilotlight]

Maybe res :<

[berceuse]

possible reserve idk ?