Mars considered this being as she stared out the front of their transport. Her eyes were wide and she (blinked) rapidly. Blinked- what a strange word, it meant something like the quick opening and closing of the fleshy membranes over the optical receptors. Water-like substance began to run down from the receptors, down the (woman's) face. Her (hands) gripped the controls tightly- to tightly like the controls would move on their own or would break apart if she dared to remove her hands from them. The woman (Mags) mouth vibrated- correction the fleshy membrane surrounding her mouth trembled as she closed it over and over again even as it opened over and over again. No sound came out but the trembling increased as the water (tear) flow increased. She is (crying) his mind told him- no (think/thought) not the trace but his own mind (being).
Being in this form was so utterly complex, even with the probes programming and suggestions, he was unsure that he would be able to grasp the complexity in a life time. When all else fails, go with what your body tell yous to do. The thought was the same a the memory of the other self had been told to do when danger dictated demanded he react (quickly). So much had happened in so short a span of (time), would he be able to survive the exile? The other 2 were trying and failing to adapt, Kymat was better but Fijbold continued to fail to grasp the basics like rudimentary movement. Time (time) was relative he supposed, they had all the time in the Universe or at least time as this new form would allow. Mars made the strange noise that he had heard the woman make, it was not identical but close. Time! Time was so different to what they had known in the other place- this place it was like moving through (the word was gone, although the feeling of immobility remained) thickness when compared to the other place. Also, as far as he could grasp this place (time) her was limited to one apparent direction instead of what it was like back there.
"We are from a place so different from this one, I can not make you understand what or why it was different." he told the woman who stopped her crying to stare at him in confusion.
"Where is that?'
'You cannot-" he stopped as his mind tried several words and failed to offer him one. "You cannot go there."
"Go? Why would I want to go there?'
(Good) question. No, he would let his body tell him instead of trying to understand what he was thinking or what she was saying.
"You cannot go, no can we go back." (back) was that the right word. Stop thinking about the (language). it was maddening since his mind was grasping more of the (speech) that he was making with his mouth.
"Can I see it?'
See (see)! That was the word he had originally meant to say. See- sight, what his organic being would perceive through the optical receptors.
"No, it is-" Don't think just say what the body tell you to say- "too far away to see."
Mags leaned back in the seat and held up her (arms).
"Can you point in the general direction?"
Mars' first instinct was to point in the current direction that his mind immediately identified as the (general) direction, but he stopped himself. It was down and to the side in a steep angle. Instead he point up. it was (relative) to what his body told him the direction should be. It had been the direction of the Slipgate when it arrived on this world.
She looked at his finger pointed up and shook her head.
"No." She shook her head, the (tears) slowing "No, no, no-" the tears increased as she shut her (eyes) and began to beat her hands on the controls she had gripped earlier.
"No?" he said not sure why he should but (feeling) that he should try.
"This can't be happening to me. Little green men do not exist, there is no such thing as UFOs! I refuse to believe that you guys are aliens. I mean that kind of aliens."
Without knowing what or why he was doing it, he reached over and pulled her to him as she begin to cry again in intense spasms. She did not resist him and her hair (smelled) (nice).
Being in this form was so utterly complex, even with the probes programming and suggestions, he was unsure that he would be able to grasp the complexity in a life time. When all else fails, go with what your body tell yous to do. The thought was the same a the memory of the other self had been told to do when danger dictated demanded he react (quickly). So much had happened in so short a span of (time), would he be able to survive the exile? The other 2 were trying and failing to adapt, Kymat was better but Fijbold continued to fail to grasp the basics like rudimentary movement. Time (time) was relative he supposed, they had all the time in the Universe or at least time as this new form would allow. Mars made the strange noise that he had heard the woman make, it was not identical but close. Time! Time was so different to what they had known in the other place- this place it was like moving through (the word was gone, although the feeling of immobility remained) thickness when compared to the other place. Also, as far as he could grasp this place (time) her was limited to one apparent direction instead of what it was like back there.
"We are from a place so different from this one, I can not make you understand what or why it was different." he told the woman who stopped her crying to stare at him in confusion.
"Where is that?'
'You cannot-" he stopped as his mind tried several words and failed to offer him one. "You cannot go there."
"Go? Why would I want to go there?'
(Good) question. No, he would let his body tell him instead of trying to understand what he was thinking or what she was saying.
"You cannot go, no can we go back." (back) was that the right word. Stop thinking about the (language). it was maddening since his mind was grasping more of the (speech) that he was making with his mouth.
"Can I see it?'
See (see)! That was the word he had originally meant to say. See- sight, what his organic being would perceive through the optical receptors.
"No, it is-" Don't think just say what the body tell you to say- "too far away to see."
Mags leaned back in the seat and held up her (arms).
"Can you point in the general direction?"
Mars' first instinct was to point in the current direction that his mind immediately identified as the (general) direction, but he stopped himself. It was down and to the side in a steep angle. Instead he point up. it was (relative) to what his body told him the direction should be. It had been the direction of the Slipgate when it arrived on this world.
She looked at his finger pointed up and shook her head.
"No." She shook her head, the (tears) slowing "No, no, no-" the tears increased as she shut her (eyes) and began to beat her hands on the controls she had gripped earlier.
"No?" he said not sure why he should but (feeling) that he should try.
"This can't be happening to me. Little green men do not exist, there is no such thing as UFOs! I refuse to believe that you guys are aliens. I mean that kind of aliens."
Without knowing what or why he was doing it, he reached over and pulled her to him as she begin to cry again in intense spasms. She did not resist him and her hair (smelled) (nice).
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