Humans in Space: A Dangerous New Drug (1?)
Humans enjoy and even find comfort in consuming both natural and artificial drugs. Some humans don’t partake in it and will even go so far as looking down on those who “use”. A number of humans who use do so for cultural reasons. Others, for recreation. Still, others use these substances for competitive improvement. Aliens, like humans, have substances that are used spiritually, but are also abused. Their drugs cannot quite match one drug exclusive to Terra - Terrans are used to it and still do anything for it. Imagine what others might do for an exotic toxin.
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I had been placed in a difficult situation I would not escape without a casualty - likely my own. The events leading up to this moment happened so fast I could not bring myself to recount them in detail lest I was seized with more panic than what I had been trying to keep under control. My crewmate, Human-Anthony, had been physically restrained by our other crewmates, Wrole-Ou!pren and Crast-322, while I had been forced at a blade’s end to sit and observe silently. Human-Anthony thrashed and spat Human obscenities, kicking his legs and turning his head beyond its comfortable limit to try to bite the two engineers that circled him.
“I will fucking kill you, you bloody rat-faced doll fucker.” I would have been amused had this been said in a calmer scenario.
“Good. Good. You’re almost ready,” said Crast-322, hollowly. It was a perfect example of a Crast - save for its corruptibility. For my part, I did find it odd that a largely inorganic but sentient species came to be functioning members of the Herean Galactic Union and was not shocked to learn that, if there had to be one aboard, Crast-322 was a traitor.
“Bite and swallow your tongue, you clawless single-jointed fool.” Wrole were known to be compatible with Humans and I was more than surprised at Wrole-Ou!pren’s immediate hostility. The entire scene was designed by her, I soon gathered.
“Keep fighting, pet. See what good it does,” she added. Human-Anthony paused his struggling for a moment - likely as suspicious of the encouragement as I was unsure of its genuinity.
“Gladly.” His binds suddenly released him with a snap and pop. I had learned his “pocket-knife” was a prized possession of his sometime ago and that, as such, it never left his person. It struck me that Humans cannot contort how he must have to have released himself. [After the ordeal, I was told Humans can dislocate joints at will with little effort though it causes them a great deal of pain. I saw no expression of discomfort on his face during the time I assumed he was cutting away at what they used to tie him.]
Crast-322: “Perfect.”
Human-Anthony: “You looking for a fight too? Cuz I’ll be more than happy to knock you straight back to dial-up.”
No response. He didn’t wait for one before delivering an attack named for a Terran natural disaster across Wrole-Ou!pren’s face. Unexpectedly, she offered no counter-attack which visibly frustrated Human-Anthony. She only grinned - her kind emotes similarly to Humans and so there was no misunderstanding on Human-Anthony’s part that she was only amused by his aggression.
“Do you not believe in a fair fight?” He huffed. I did not care for that query. Neither Crast-322 nor Wrole-Ou!pren believed in a fair fight. They had ambushed and bound him in his sleep.
“Obviously.” Her bottom set of arms wrapped around his mid-section. His right arm was held to his by her top right arm and his left was held out to Crast-322. Crast-322 held a manual injector - due to its primitive nature, it could function as an extractor as well, which I assumed was Crast-322′s intention as the device was empty. It approached the two, the smaller gritted his teeth.
“I believe in a fair fight. This was never going to be one. She and I are superior to you - together and individually. You... You are nothing but a “cash crop” to be harvested. You would have no value if your blood was not so unique.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“It is too late.” In the distraction of Crast-322′s underwhelmingly brief monologue, Human-Anthony had not noticed his skin had been pierced by the extractor. He threw his head back to hit Wrole-Ou!pren’s jaw. It landed but she held fast, constricting around his body, her arms flexed and tensed. She exhibited desperation from how tight she squeezed, as if it would force his vein to empty faster. But what were they doing?
“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked, not bound to my seat but fearful to stand up, being from a prey-people.
“I have always hated how dull you are,” Crast-322 said. I was further shocked. Crasts were known to be cold and humourless - they were an android-people.
“You are too obedient, too boring. Too resistant to temptation.”
“So?”
“So, you’re the perfect first customer,” Wrole-Ou!pren chimed in.
“Of what?”
“This new drug.” Crast-322 shook the syringe of Human blood at me - I did not like that. Human-Anthony hissed at them.
“You don’t know what that’s gonna do to ya. It’s not made for your bodies!” He swatted at Crast-322′s hand from the grip of Wrole-Ou!pren.
“Oh you don’t know that.” Crast-322 stood over me and widened its eyeless sockets - a sign of hostility I gathered from the wave of discomfort and fear I felt on seeing it. I bowed my head and stuck my arm out wordlessly.
“Good job, pet.” The tip of the injector slipped under one of my scales and pushed into my flesh. The blood disappeared from the tube and became empty once again. I could feel it disperse into my veins, hot blood hurt in my cold blood - the difference was almost immediate. It felt I was boiling on the inside and I wished to remove my scales and mane. They all watched my agony, Human-Anthony wearing an expression angrier than pity but just as apologetic. My hearts were beating out of sync and the hair of my mane stood. My wings flapped clumsily, hitting the chair I felt stuck to.
“What’s happening to them?!” Human-Anthony demanded.
“How are you feeling, prey?” I felt horrible. I felt hot. I felt... no pain. My fear of Crast-322 was at the lowest it had ever been.
“I feel... I don’t know. I’m burning but it doesn’t hurt.”
“It’s pleasant, isn’t it?”
“What did you do to them?!”
“Anthony, your adrenaline is the only good thing about you. My kind will reach the next step in our evolution and you... you will finally be retired to obsoletion.”
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Idk who ur pfp is but I think this is the same character so I thought of your blog and wanted to send it sorry
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okay. allow me to explain
Both characters are from the visual novel Umineko No Naku Koro Ni. The character in my pfp is Bernkastel. The character in the image is Erika. Erika is the creation and piece of Bernkastel to act as her self-insert and double (she's essentially Bernkastel's chess piece). So it makes sense that you thought of them as the same, Erika deliberately looks similar to Bernkastel.
however the funny part of this is that i fucking hate erika with all my life, and its happened several times that someone unfamiliar with umineko sends me erika memes cus they mistook her for my pfp. its like a painful running gag. dont apologize its funny ... also thank u for thinking of me <3 also read umineko
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