Dr. Akai relaxes within the guts of a rejuvenation machine, deep within the citadel of his homeworld. Within its dense atmosphere, basking in the healing energies radiated by the device, he lets his thoughts wander through the halls of his collective's memory.
Created as a banner for a couple of art-sites that I decided to spruce up, hence the odd dimensions.
Created as a banner for a couple of art-sites that I decided to spruce up, hence the odd dimensions.
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His desert homeworld, Tarlec, is far removed from humanity and all of its noise. He has visited many worlds colonized by humans, and sees common themes amongst most of them. He deals with it through a sense of perspective. Humans are a curious species that behaves in a manner that are in some ways spontaneous and in other ways very predictable. He just doesn't let himself get attached.
Some of their scenarios though... Ghah! They are wonderful... Though insane, in many of their endeavors, they are also a primitive society of one world centered beings bent on figuring out all of life beyond themselves through themselves. It has to be interesting?
All of the war, all of the conflict, all of the trivial drama, all of the mindless lashes of worships based on something that their minds coul not even comprehend... It must be a great toy to play with, despite having being taken, and used for so long. Has the power not dropped into your own hands/paws at his point?
The madness never ends though...
All of the war, all of the conflict, all of the trivial drama, all of the mindless lashes of worships based on something that their minds coul not even comprehend... It must be a great toy to play with, despite having being taken, and used for so long. Has the power not dropped into your own hands/paws at his point?
The madness never ends though...
The Imaja have occasionally conducted experiments amongst the many colonies of humanity....whether said colonies are bronze age or interstellar age, in part to try and better understand the human condition, and in part to try and find a way to create a perfect civilization for the otherwise combative species. Perfection is a lofty goal, but his people are patient and their laboratories many, and over the centuries some experiments have been surprisingly successful, while others have been troubling. And then there are the disasters. His people do not speak of the disasters.
Try as he might he could not get the thought of that world out of his mind...its tropical climate, its vast oceans, its brilliant binary suns.....and its annoying inhabitants. Their strange smells and jabbering language and their utter lack of any concept of personal space and their terrible music. And the food. They could not so much as serve a salad without murdering it with hot spices. He bumped the back of his head against the soft cradle of thick cables that supported him in his quiet pod as he tried to forget their abominable pop music and all of those grabby little paws wanting to push every button on his Versicomm.
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