cranesflyhigh wrote: ↑29 November 2024, 01:21
///Static mixed in with squawks///
My apologies, it is hard for us to communicate to lesser... ///squawk, squawk/// I mean other beings without these translation gears. Evolution has not been the same amount of generous to all the species, something I'm sure you feel like you can relate to. We have experienced that putting on a supposedly pretty face, maybe of a talented actress, instead of a display of a majestic plumage, distresses hominoids to a lesser degree.
Asteroids do not much bother us, we laugh at some corporations' attempts to employ security fleets, although we do prefer asteroids of the nitrogen rich variety, so we can better cultivate the growing rodent population on the planet. Something for them to feed on, something for us to feed on, isn't that a beautiful thing? Even though we are still baffled how they are still just discovering new frontiers in science, technology and other topics, like what they claim to be "gravity", we have begrudgingly accepted some forms of hominoid competition in the form corporate consortiums or electricity rerouting. We have arrived to this desolate, red planet to raise our young in beautiful wetlands and forests, but we have learned to make our home in cities and if desperate, even in the empty husks of machinery. We are known as opportunistic feeders, but we can be opportunistic nesters too, if the need arises.
Ah, Florence-faced flyer, how delightfully verbose of you. Your eloquence is almost as baffling as your audacity. Your squawks and chirps are a refreshing departure from the monotonous drone of corporate banter. Opportunistic feeders, opportunistic nesters… opportunistic conversationalists, perhaps? Truly, your species’ knack for adaption is impressive - whether finding refuge in machinery husks or taking up residence within the fragile egos of hominoid competitors.
Speaking of egos, I’d advise caution should you migrate into the time-dilated lands of the west. There resides a self-proclaimed monarch so unrefined I hesitate to include them, even in my control group. Their towering stature warps the gravitational field, attracting simpler life-forms. In this supposed realm of dominance, I observe an insatiable hunger. While others are accused of feasting on lesser minds, this “nobility” consumes in secret, gluttonizing on the very simplicity they disdain. Guided by the principles of their confidential draft technology they are constructing the so-called “Gates of Thor” to keep their realm safe. Do they not see what lies beyond the horizon? Or perhaps they do, blinded as they are by their own incandescent glow of self-importance.
Isn’t it fascinating how history repeats itself — even here, on the red planet? Tyrants with crumbling thrones, walls built to defend an illusion of grandeur, and the inevitable chaos that follows. Mars, it seems, is not so different from Earth after all. Rest assured, little crane, In this drama of misplaced priorities, I find myself cheering for the adaptable and the bold — those who rise above the pettiness. Together, we’ll watch this unfold… and perhaps thrive in its aftermath.
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