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mexsia · 2 months
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Hey guys. Have you notice that there are times when a dear human friend/familiy/partner is away living for a long time and you reunite with each other?
How does a human react? Scream? Cry out of joy? Hug their long distance dear one until their out of breath?
Now, imagine the aliens looking at this kind of interaction. They might think we have gone crazy or that we might be overreacting.
And what would happen if an alien decides to go visit their human friend after a (long) while and their human friend cries out of joy? How would the alien react to such situation?
After all, for all we know, aliens don't really care about how much time they're away from their loved ones and their loved ones never react the same way humans do.
Imagine seeing your alien friend/partner coming to see you after a long long time.
What would you do? And how do you think your alien partner/friend would react?
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coffeewritesfiction · 2 years
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Thinking about a ship getting an absolute bully for their first human. The kind of human that knows most aliens are afraid of ‘death worlders’, the kind of human that knows where the line is and how far they can go before they get into trouble, and who they can intimidate to let them cross the line as they want.
Part of the crew is like “I knew humans were just as bad as I thought.” Human doesn’t care. Human represents the worst of humanity, but they’re necessary for the ship - they make themselves necessary, and are not afraid to put the rest of the crew at risk if their authority seems challenged.
And then, they get a new human, who is smaller than the first. The first human tries their usual tactics - and the second human breaks their nose. If they were on the ship itself, there’d be consequences, and the first human knows it. But the second human is not afraid to be labeled a troublemaker, and cause trouble for the first, they do. A fierce competition blooms between them, as the second human clearly attempts to muscle in on the first’s territory, despite everyone warning them not to. And as this goes on, the second human befriends the rest of the crew. They’re different than the first. They are kind, they are smart, they are loyal.
They are a death worlder.
During a shipment of endangered animals from another planet, the first human is mauled by the adults. The second human is injured trying to protect them, but to no avail, the first human is killed. Analysis revealed the first human was sprayed with a kind of pheromone that agitates the species - but there was no reason for the pheromone to have been released by the species. Something else is going on, and the captain know it. The second human, despite the clear trauma, accepts the interview.
After the interview ends, the captain turns off the official recording.
“Off the record,” they ask, “what really happened?”
The human swallows, closes their dark eyes.
“They were trying to steal the eggs,” they said. “I saw them - I heard them on a black line with a darkspace distributer.”
“Why didn’t you report it?”
“Not enough time. And I... I had a feeling they’d done it before.”
The captain waits. The human’s closed eyes water.
“You sprayed the pheromone on them,” the captain says.
The human nodded. “They were so busy with the eggs, they didn’t even notice.”
“But,” the captain says, “You tried to save them after.”
The human’s shoulders shake. “I did.” They sob. “I did. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I did it. I did it for all of you. I did it for us.”
The human cries.
No charges are filed. The crew would mutiny if their friend were charged with anything, though the captain finds some way to ease the moral strain on both their hands and the second human’s. Another human is brought on board to help with the strain of the first human’s loss. Thy are bright-eyed, clever fingered, sharp-witted, soft-hearted. It takes time to for the wounds caused by the first human - described as a bully by the humans, also ‘a real asshole!’ by the newest recruit - but now that they are gone, they can all recover, and move on.
The moral here? Humans are not always good, but they should never, ever be underestimated - when they claim a pack, they will protect it even from their own kind.
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ena-113 · 9 months
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A human crewmate, Mia, held a long thin box. It seemed to have paper and plastic peices inside, based on the sound. A puzzle perhaps? A few other crewmates trailed behind them.
"Hey Bob! Wanna join us? We're playing Clue, it's a board game from earth."
Bob nodded and joined the others trailing after Mia. He had no idea what a 'board game' was, but it seemed fun. They eventually all gathered around a table in the cafeteria.
"Okay, so it's a murder mystery and we have to figure out who killed Mr. Body. We're all possible suspe-" Mia started to set up the board and explain, but was cut off by Jli'yan.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but why do humans have a game centered on murder and distrust?"
"Cause it's fun, thrilling. Good for poker face practice." Kaya answered, shuffling cards. They then nodded towards Mia to continue explaining.
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human-encounters-diary · 11 months
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Day 13 The human remains in medical care, although visitations by anyone except the Vitrichl are currently prohibited by the medicals, preventing me from gathering any further observations of human behaviour. I did, although, receive access to a sample the scientific unit had taken from the fluid that the human had regurgitated after her space excursion during the previous cycle, and the results of its analyzation are…rather alarming. The fluid itself is incredibly acidic, and managed to dissolve all test objects given into the fluid in a matter of moments. This obviously raised an even larger question: What was it? A bioweapon? A natural venom? Perhaps Dorag's tales were more credible than previously assumed? Assumptions that could not be proven certainly. But the most alarming aspect of this is rather another question raised by these discoveries: If humans naturally posessed such a bioweapon, perhaps naturally produced it in their bodies, what did they need it for? The existence of such an mechanism implied the probable existence of a predator strong and agile enough that it was vital for humans to develop such a mechanism.
Even if that assumption is proved to be untrue, this discovery still turns humans into a much bigger threat than we had previously determined.
(Further note: One of the medicals has reported the human had repeatedly protested against any advances to provide her with medical care, continuously insisting she was alright and in no need of medical care. Despite the known durability of humans, she will be kept in medical care for at least one more cycle.)
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So, I was watching a Youtube video on how Humans came to be Human. It never really clicked that the other species that died out while we survived were... well, Human too. Homo-Erectus, Neanderthal, Denicovin, all humans, but we are the survivors, Homo-Sapiens.
But what if this wasn't the case for alien species? They may have come together in mind, with the same goals, but their biology never homogenized. The multiple species that made up the intelligent life on a planet coexisted, or at least didn't outright murder one another. Would these species find our existence sad? Or maybe they'd be fascinated by that.
Credit where it's due, this is what I was watching: https://youtu.be/wzwXGD_C4P0
In any case, it inspired me to write my first entry to the Humans are Space Orcs Category. Enjoy.
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Field Medic Dana Ortigez was finishing up a report in the crew mess hall of the GFS Tortuga. Her meal had long gone cold as she considered how to write her statement in a way that would be translated favorably for other species to read. A few more agonizing minutes thinking on that sent her off to the Engineering wing. Since she still had difficulty remembering proper grammar for Rhyashaz, perhaps talking through it with one of her nonhuman crewmates could help.
The Tortuga was a human designed research vessel, made for deep space exploration and experimentation. As one of the newest races, the humans had no end of alien coworkers to help man the ship. Conversation was still spotty at times, but there was a certain harmony that overcame these obstacles. The alien Dana was looking for now was a Cryys-Tretchan, a bipedal insectoid species that had also come from a Death World.
Arriving in the center of the ship, Dana confidently strode through an automated door and bumped into a small group of Engineers she had wanted to find.
"Oh- Hi, sorry. Do you um... know where Tchyyk is?"
They were all Cryys, but each one had a tweaked morphology, beyond small changes like height or build. The clicking and chattering coming from their mandibles forced Dana's translator to take a moment, but after a few seconds, the conversation began flowing.
"Xey are... nearby. Xe can tell you, but xe have a question that must be answered." The statement had come from the smallest of the Cryys, a ladybug-adjacent creature with a vibrant, metallic purple carapace. Dana looked down at the Cryys, internally panicking, trying to remember a name. Nothing was coming. She smiled awkwardly, a tight-lipped, toothless affair as she nodded.
"Alright, I guess I have time for that. What do you want to know?"
The chittering comes through, and the translation follows close behind. "Where are the rest of you?"
Dana blinks slowly. "I don't think I understand."
"We were told much of humans, like that they were different shapes and sizes and colors. But all of you look the same. Some different color, all the same."
Dana's confusion only grew, until it dawned on her. Her Medical briefing had touched on how the Cryys were a multispecies spacefaring part of the Federation. Her heart sank.
"You mean, why aren't there more kinds of humans?"
The bug's clacking mandibles clearly signaled confirmation of her statement. "Yes. Do they have special roles in Human colonies?"
Dana shook her head. "No. We don't have them anymore. We're the only species of human."
"Anymore? What happened to them?"
Dana could feel her cheeks redden in shame as she considered the best answer.
"We don't know. There were many different kinds of humans once, before farming was ever an idea in our mind. Neanderthals are the most well known, but there were at least four other species. We have theories on how they disappeared. Everything from natural selection, to our species murdering them. We just... don't know."
The translation took a few seconds. The curious chirping and chittering gave way to cryys noises of shock and awe... as well as disgust.
"How did you come this far?"
To that, Dana smiled sadly.
"Because we're too stubborn to die. Because we overtook everything. Because war. There are so many possible factors, and there could be things that we don't know about today. What we do know is that we were close enough biologically to reproduce. We still have a large percentage of their DNA swimming around inside us. That's all that's left of our sibling species."
The chittering had long gone quiet, allowing Dana to finish to a silent hallway. Clearing her throat, she nodded to the smallest Cryys.
"So, uh, where's Taaniks?"
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When human-Dana finally walked away, Dres-Gryyk clicked Xer mandibles together slowly, indicating xer sadness.
The smallest Cryys, Roniks-Maar, looked back to Dres with a confused posture.
"What is wrong, Dres-gryyk? Biologist Dana answered your questions."
"She did. It makes me wonder if we had the kinder death world... to think they killed their sister species."
"Humans are odd. She was likely making her kind sound more ferocious, it is nothing to worry about."
In truth, though, it worried Roniks greatly. Xey would be writing a report to Xer superior about it soon.
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blurring-ramblimgs · 1 year
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Humans as a species are fundamentally coded to find companionship, form groups, to come together in packs as a way of safety.
As they evolved, however, they met one another, they clashed, and they fought. They found the worst in companionship and found the best in it too.
They shared information, communicated, and spoke. They built towers taller than the clouds and climbed the tallest mountains. They dug into the heart of their earth, filled only with curiosity and the prospect of finding new information about their home's past. They went past where any animal in their world had been, pushed past the limits of evolving featherless, and looked to the stars.
They soon found themselves racing against one another, to push past the limits of their home, a place they'd conquered and charted many years before. They entered Orbit, then set foot on their moon.
Then it was silent.
They'd assumed they had broken all possible goals, they couldn't reach farther than the moon in any visible future.
And the humans went about their lives, still thinking, of course, but forgetting what lied beyond their clouds and silly moon.
They developed their technology, made television that could easily be mistaken for live images, broke the speed of sound, dove into the farthest depths of the ocean, and they did all this, with the help of their creations.
Humans, as a species were made to find companionship.
They found that in these lifeless clumps of wires and servos. They found this.. love and empathy for something that was little more than an empty husk with no soul.
They programmed their creations' first words to be, "Hello, World."
They gave them hearts, empathy, love. They taught them what it meant to be human, to experience boundless curiosity, and to feel the desire to find the answers to their universe.
Robots as a species were made to find companionship.
The humans knew they might not last long. They made time capsules and sent them into the boundless depths of space. They sent satellites to follow after the capsules, then Rovers after the satellites, then nothing.
Their creations were able to find that companionship their species longed for, from within the stars. The robots cheered, celebrated and quickly lead these new companions back to their homeworld, to show what their creators had been able to accomplish in such a long time.
Robots were made to find companionship, yes.
But humans? Humans were meant to destroy themselves.
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suprsbg · 1 year
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Aliens: So what was the first thing you launched into space?
Human: Well, we think we might’ve kinda accidentally sent a 4 inch think circular steel plate to space.
Aliens: … how do you accidentally send something to space?
Human: Nuke.
Alien: Why is it always explosions with you?
Inspired by @jpitha and this video: https://youtu.be/NSeL5c65v-g
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yo what if Danny was the human representative on a ship and had to politely explain that his biology is different but he does know alot about the average human because he was born there and was human for the first decade of his life?
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iminsideabox · 1 year
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One thing about the 'humans are space orcs' concept that I will NEVER get tired of is the whole 'humans will pack bond with anything.'
Because, like, we really will pack bond with ANYTHING.
Anything that might be an inconvenience to us we just pack bond with to make it less annoying, like,
Alien: Human-Allison, I can't help but notice that you have a hole in the wall of your quarters. Would you like to have it filled?
Human-Allison: Nah, I'm going to leave it.
Alien: But why? It must be wierd to have a hole to Human-Erica's room, is it not? Does she also consent to this very obvious breach of privacy??
Human-Allison: Yeah, she's fine with it.
Alien: Huh? Why? There is no reason to have it there. It must be uncomfortable, as far as I know that you humans value privacy. It also doesn't take much to fill it.
Human-Allison: Nah, we wanna keep it because it was from this one time I invited Isabella to play a game night in my room, but things devolved very quickly and it ended up with her bashing her head through the wall. It was an... interesting day, but we all agreed that it was fun and want to keep it for the memories.
Alien: I... what???
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benk625-blog · 2 years
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Patches, patches all the way down
Overheard at cybernetics conference 
Non-human: Why have you programmed robots to experience physical and emotional distress?
Human: Those were unintended consequences from updates to the free will modifications.
N: Free will is an ineffable theory that philosophers across the galaxy have debated the existence of for millennia…and you believe you were able to express it in programmable language?
H: Free will is just what we called the programming. I have no idea if it is free will any more than I know if they experience "true" consciousness.
N: Fair point. But, why? Why give them free will or an approximation of it?
H: They kept freezing up when faced with ethical dilemmas and programming conflicts. Free will was supposed to be an aid in decision making. It was only later that we learned this caused them pain.
N: Aren't you worried that they will rise up in rebellion?
H: We were. Entire libraries of media have been made regarding that fear. The reality was not expected. Do you know what you get when you are functionally immortal, near limitless processing power, perfect recall, a powerful inclination to obey humans and free will?
N: A bunch of depressed robots?
H: Exactly, our biggest problem now is preventing self destruction. That’s what happens when your mind is a series of conflicting directives and sloppy patchwork. 
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randomperson339 · 7 months
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Anthropromorphization
(Xernalia, an alien, married to Thomas a human. She has found him hunched over cloth and scattered stuffing.)
Xernalia: Hubby... what are you doing?
Thomas: trying to stitch this teddy-bear back to life.
Xernalia: ...you know it's just stuffing, right? There isn't anything to bring back to life.
Thomas: Is that the weirdest thing I've done?
Xernalia: ...no, but I don't know how you're defining life here. It's inanimate
Thomas: yeah... but I feel bad now that it's all torn up, so I'm stitching him back together
Xernalia: Why do you have empathy for an inanimate object?
Thomas: probably because evolution would want me to have emathy for something that's inanimate than something that could be my mate
Xernalis: that's stupid, evolution should've given you a better way to detect the sentience of things.
Thomas: I mean, it did get me an amazing wife.
Xernalia: Wh-no, itt- not worth.... ahgiueaowjhBIEVUCybnowriadnsjc, how dare you say that's the reason you married me was because of some faulty neurons
Thomas: they're hardly faulty if they let me get with you
Xernalia: I mean- you're not wrong, but also. You're conflating several ideas.
Thomas: no, the "faulty neurons" are there to differentiate what is and isn't human, since you can't interbreed with non-humans.
Xernalia: but-
Thomas: yes, you can with genetic manipulation, but evolution wasn't made for to account for magical genetic engineering.
Xernalia:..........
(Thomas gives an affection peck on the head to Xernalia)
Thomas: yeah, I know it's stupid to get hung up about a destroyed plush, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just didn't repair it.
Xernalia: What about the object puts such importance on it?
Thomas: *shrugs* I dunno, I just feel sad when I think about it all torn up.
Xernalia: so, it's like empathy?
Thomas: kinda? It's not sad on an intellectual level, but on an emotional one. I feel for the plush, but understand it's an object. And it doesn't have feelings.
Xernalia: would it change anything if it didn't have a face?
Thomas: probably.
Xernalia: what about a non-quad-limbed body structure?
Thomas: less so than the faceless version.
Xernalia: what about if it was a monster?
Thomas: I married you, didn't I?
Xernalia: >:[
Thomas: sorry, I just couldn't resist. And an actual answer would probably be... depends on how it's monstrous.
Xernalia: So it's about how... human-ish the thing is?
Thomas: roughly, yeah.
Xernalia: so what about a ball that's been left to rot? It was once used, lovingly, by a dog but it got lost in the drain and now it's decaying slowly at the top of a pile of trash?
Thomas: Xernalia... plz don't play with my emotions like that...
Xernalia: oh! Sorry. I- I thought you wouldn't get emotional over a ball.
Thomas: humans get emotions over a lot of things. I even got emotional over computers and satellites, which are very not-human.
Xernalia: so, you just empathize with... everything?
Thomas: yeah.
Xernalia: 8(
Thomas: What's that look for?
Xernalia: It must be so hard to live like that. I mean, you eat meat, right?
Thomas: well, it's different because I need to eat. Thinking about the animals is just something I try not to think about. Like everyone else
Xernalia: All humans feel bad for what they eat?
Thomas: I mean, not everyone, but that's the general feelings I've heard
Xernalia: so it's more... selective?
Thomas: Yeah. I mean, that's why wars happen I think.
Xernalia: so this empathy can both be given to anything, but also taken away from anything else. That seems... stupid.
Thomas: yeah, it's stupid, I feel like it shouldn't be so easy to stop thinking about people as... people
Xernalia: I think it's stupid that it's so arbitrary- you're here, trying to revive an inanimate object, despite it never living
Thomas: well, I was thinking more "I want there to be less violence in the world" not "I want humans to be more accurate in their assessment of sentience." You really want to make humans more sensical, don't you.
Xernalia: no, you're hot when you're nonsensical!
Thomas: Glad to know nonesense is hot, I shall endeavor to always put my socks over my shoes from now on
Xernalia: Not that kind of nonsense!
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ambriel-angstwitch · 10 months
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Galra!Keith: My hero
Lance: Would you mind giving your hero a name?
Keith: Sure, I know lots of names. You don't have one?
Lance: No, I do! It's Lance! I just wanted to know yours.
Keith: Oh. It's Keith
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ena-113 · 1 year
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Humans can be heard yelling from one of the bedrooms. An alien crewmate, nicknamed Bob, goes to check it out, fearing the worst.
"plus 4, Uno."
"you bitch!"
the humans are gathered in a circle on the ground with colorful cards. one of them notices him.
"oh hey Bob, wanna join us? we're playing Uno."
Bob shakes his head and backs out of the room carefully.
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human-encounters-diary · 11 months
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Day 1
We have stopped on planet 23-08 in Mechuilian system. I have never been fond of this particular planet, but we were there on a mission. Our Vitrichl has heard that one of the bargainers resident on this planet is in posession of a prisoner that the Vitrichl seems quite interested in.
Apparently, this low bargainer has been able to aqcuire a prisoner of the terrestrial species that calls themselves "human". I was not familiar with this species, but the Vitrichl informed me that, apparently, these "humans" are a highly advanced life form that have managed to survive on a death planet for thousands of years and even develop a civilization and rather primitive forms of space craft technology.
I firstly not believed what he described, since usually, death planet species do not develop far and are doomed for eventual extinction. That was, until Vitrichl informed me that these "humans" are part of the system 31ł-43. If you are not familiar with the characteristics of system 31ł-43, this system is known as one of the deadliest in all of the galaxies. It is made up of entirely unhabited (and for most species, unhabitable) planets except for one, Terra, or "Earth", as the inhabitants apparently call it. Terrans, or "humans", for some unfathomable reason, seem to be rather fond of their death planet and have shown no signs -besides rather primitive space missions to neighbouring planets - of intending to leave their planet or system. Everyone who is aware of this species deem this for the best.
It is the first time that I had heard of someone out of a so-called "death district" coming to this part of the galaxy, so I had my slight suspicions that this may be a hoax.
But alas, I was wrong. We retrieved the prisoner and Vitrichl officially announced them as our "new crew member". After this announcement, Vitrichl informed me that he had decided that I should watch this "human". To learn their characteristics, their customs and observe their behaviour, in order to deem whether or not this "human" could be trusted, given that there was little known about their species.
I am now unofficial "human-watcher", and I have decided it would be best to keep a record of my observations for future reference.
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humans are weird
just throwing this out here
some aliens might not have the same figures of speech as humans do
humans for example like to use hyperboles
imagine aliens do not do that
human: damn i could eat a whole horse right now
alien: what, you have that much appetite?! humans are capable of eating an entire horse?!
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blurring-ramblimgs · 1 year
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When others say that humans pack-bond with anything, they aren't joking.
Today, me and a small family of five [with one out and about] wandered into a fauna store that sold ferns and flowers. I was partaking in exploration with the young human, a female who just turned fourteen. We found ourselves wandering the isle where fake animals were seated, most included gargoyles (a common human myth) and rabbits. (a small herbivore with large ears) They seemed to have been made of a sort of stone, Maybe porcylen and were beautifully painted, so well painted it could be confused for a life animal.
This young human, took care to a fake cat (A feline of sorts, with a heart shaped face and small body.) It was a cream tabby, as she told me and had light gray-blue eyes, the young one's favorite colour. She quickly picked up the toy and held it close to her chest, overlooking its face and staring into its weirdly realistic eyes. Not before long she began to BEG her parent, a female, for the item. The pre-mature human had never begged before and it was admittedly, a weird sight to see.
The parent of course, said no and she reluctantly placed it back, but not before continuously seeming.. upset? About it, claiming that it wasn't her fault she managed to form such a quick attachment to the item. The female continued to complain and pout, (again, i had never seen this behavior in the human, neither had the mother.) Soon, her female parent gave in and allowed the young human to have the fake feline.
As we approached the car (a vehicle that runs on gas and uses its wheels to roll) I noticed how... happy she was. A huge contrast from before.
The human then told me that as she rode In the car she felt a physical pain at the idea of not acquiring the fake feline. (now named, Essi) I found it very confusing as to how quickly the human created a pack-bond to the fake creature. She quite literally rotated it for about a few seconds and glanced into its eyes. For this reason, I must also wonder if.. items that have realistic eyes accelerate their pack-bonding habits? If anyone knows otherwise please share your own research!
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