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24 Apr 2026
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Techno was trapped, caged, locked up in this new stupid cell in who knows where in space with aliens because, oh yeah, that’s a thing now.
Ever since he was abducted by these things who-knows-how-long ago he’s been living in cages and eating the weird space mush or whatever his new captors give him.
So now he lays with the bone-deep exhaustion that comes with the realization that he will never be home. The kind that he could only survive with thanks to determination and spite.
It’ll be a cold day in hell before he gives these alien fucks anything, including answers.Or, Emerald duo in space what will they do?
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18 Apr 2026
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Alien’s were oblivious things.
Scoring a job with the Astral All Hands Company was scarily easy. After stealing a communion device, clothes to hide himself and threatening low life alien criminals into making him fake ID’s Techno was all set. No one asked twice about the fake planet that was listed on his ID or why they haven’t heard of it.
With all this in mind, Techno concludes that aliens are oblivious. It has to be in their nature to write things off because there’s so many species around, coming and going. The SBI crew was like everyone else in that regard. The second he stepped foot on their ship they acted as if he was always there. Like he was something dancing in the background having finally come to life.
But of course now that he’s living with them it’s hard to keep them oblivious. To keep them away from the truth. But he tries, even if it slowly becomes useless.
Or: The four times Techno keeps his human heritage a secret and the one time he learns what it really means to be human.
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13 Apr 2026
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"What kind of music is there?" Techno asked, awfully curious. The thing was, music was important for most aliens. Netherlins used chants during their hunts or rituals; phantomlings sang to find their mates for life or before dying. And elytrians used windchimes in almost every aspect of their lives, from the very day they were born.
"That's a good question," the human bobbed his head, laying the flat circle on the device. "Fuck if I know."
Tommy fiddled with the machine a bit more, and then the circle started spinning. A creaking noise escaped the machine, a faint fuzz of needle on the circle's surface. And then, the first notes of a song started.
Tommy yelped, and the trio sharply turned their heads in his direction. Was something wrong? Was this song too personal for anyone else but the human?
"I fucking love this song, man!"
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OR: human tommy introduces his crew to human music and they dance :D
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12 Apr 2026
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Some nights he'd just like to stick with food he knows and that is safe. Tommy pokes at the new food in question. Apparently it's a type of root found in the End. It kind of looks like purple mashed potatoes with little purple floating particles.
“Are you sure? It's got purple shit floating around it,” Tommy asked hesitantly.
“I'm sure mate, it's as safe as it can get. It's one of those universal foods almost everyone can have. Just try a little bit and if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it anymore alright?” Phil promised.
Or: Humans are known for being garbage disposals. What's the worst that can happen?
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12 Apr 2026