The Human

What would you not pickle?

A doodle from the Executive Dysfunction workshop a while back.

Was it fun? I'm not sure. But it was definitely dysfunctional.

Man, so much happened, I can't record reality fast enough.

#sketch #art

In case you forgot what Fyxel the muppet looks like.

The company also assigned a physiotherapist to me. That's why I do my morning walk.

The company doctors are usually overwhelmed and uncontactable until your next appointment date. That's when I go to Fyxel. He is shady, but knows what I need.

He's expensive though. That profiteering bastard.

I've been here for more than 2 years and never seemed to adapt while other transplanted humans seem to be doing perfectly fine.

It's frustrating.

They said it's also possibly neurological. My location is stressful to be in.

So I'm on a lot of medication, including painkillers and brain meds.

I suffer from chronic pain. So that's going to come up quite a lot.

The pain is somewhat because of the differences in gravity between Earth and Here. The gravity on this planet is 1.3g. It's constantly crushing me.

The doctors say it's harder for me because I'm double jointed and not that fit.

I am down! The weekend was interesting but I'm busy pushing buttons and recuperating again.

I was incredibly glued to the bed today.

I'll update sketches about the weekend soon.

I'm mildly frustrated that my stamina is so low. Two days of being with people and I'm down and in mild pain again.

Haha. That's good! I think? It's a worm mental mind link.

I will attempt to be more sociable in general.

Beautiful. I want to be there.

Just because I was non functional for a few weeks?

I met the final quota in the end. One would think that would have been fine.

And it was Fyxel who helped me. Not the company doctors.

Dang, This means I have to venture into the center of civilisation again.

Well, I can now buy a torch at least.

A Company message today:

Due to sustained quota deficiencies, you have been enrolled in the Executive Dysfunction with Fun workshop. Participation is required.

Please arrive rested, hydrated, and free of disruptive thought patterns.

We are the company. Health above all.

#microfiction #writing

The torchlight was dying.

I could barely see. There were vague shapes of scraps and boxes.

It didn't feel right. My anxiety rose, so I asked to leave.

Hue was patient but not too happy. I told her I'd get a better torch and we can try again.

I should meditate now.

#microfiction #microprose 🔱

I'll figure out how she moved them later.

I asked Hue to show me where to return them. That led me down a path in the hub I've never been to.

There was no light. I told Hue I was going back to get a torch and she looked impatient.

Hey, not all of us have night vision.

#microfiction #microprose

I got so much shit done today. I'm pooped.

I know. It's supposed to be a mandatory rest day.

But I'm using it to sort out my living space. I fixed some toilet leaks. Tried to lug all of Hue's makeshift speakers out of my sleeping pad.

They were insanely heavy. How did Hue..?

#microfiction

A black and white sketch of a Jungle Fowl hen in it's Pullet stage. It is standing tall-ish. It's a side view. But the head is 3/4 view and is looking at us. It has lifted its wing and shows the human eye hidden underneath it's wing, embedded into its feather. Last is that there's some scribbles of grass at its feet. That's it.

All hail the hypnohen!

Although it's a Pullet for now.

I drew what I think I saw.
I wasn't sure of anything because I could feel the eye watching me. It looked right into my very being.

It meddled with my head a little.

Eh, I'll be fine. I've encountered worse.

#microfiction #weirdfiction #art

I saw the eye!! The chick has grown so much. I must have been away for too long cooped smashing buttons.

Did we make triple eye contact? Hell yeah we did.

But it's still odd that there's so little chickens around and I can't seem to find the eldritch egg.

#microfiction #aninsls

Ooh. I googled the book and it looks cool. Dang. It's not on libby. I'll look for it elsewhere.

I think Flash Fiction has a much longer word count than Micro Fiction. Mine is usually a short post, I'd consider it microfiction.

The best roleplaying account is this one:
bsky.app/profile/infi...

Honestly, same here. You're the first I've found. There are many roleplay accounts though. That are quite fun.

But I specially wanted to look for someone doing a fictional log or journal.

Best fit I've found is micro stories too. Not so sure about flash fiction.

Yes we do!! I've been trying to find more people who do the same to follow. It's fun!

Look! The worms are colourful now!

It didn't feel right to sketch my favourite Ulat without showing how colourful they are.

So I painted in the worms! And only the worms. Because I got sleepy.

Maybe the worms are hypnotic.

#art #microfiction #scifi

This is interesting. Someone else is also creating a log or journal about living among the cosmos.

Comrade!

Things have been a bit dark lately. So here something lighter and noisier.

A black and white sketch in the same angle of the previous 2 Hue alarm sketches. The cat is now right up at the screen. Only showing half her face as it looks like her eyes are looking right at you. Behind her is a huge collection of cobbled together radios and it fills the entire screen. There are more wired radios to the right and some more high tech floating ones to the left. When there's a screen on a radio, it says Wake Up. In the middle is R1, a rooster with a tentacle tail sitting on one of the radio speakers and crowing. Right at the top of the wall near the ceiling is an electronic banner that says WAKE UP.

Crunch is OVER! I told Hue not to wake me up anymore. She luckily agreed. She refused to during crunch time.

Her blaring morning alarm eventually grew to this. I don't know how she got R1 in here.

She blasted this song every day.

youtu.be/CSvFpBOe8eY?...

Ah well, At least it's silence now.

Yes! I have to take the rest whether I like it or not! At least now I can go find out what the eldritch chickens are up to again.

The other things, well, I try hard not to think about them too much.

I'm alive and kicking. Sheltered. I get food. I get some money. It's all good.

A mostly black and white drawing of machines alone the wall. One of the screens is coloured, there's line leading from the small screen up to a blown up version of the screen. The screen has colour and depicts a purple planetary looking thing with abstract blue lines and symbols around it. Theres some yellow UI on the right. But again, with scribbles that are not legible.

I met my quota and the screen changed.

I understand nothing. The company sent a note and I still understand nothing.

Atmospheric conditions? Tissue stabilisation during rest?

Was that why I was in pain?

Many other screens came online too. But meh. I have no energy nor healthy tissue to draw them

Great. Here's a message from the company.

"Congratulations, Associate.

Quota achieved. You have 3 Mandatory Wellness Days. Tissue stabilization may occur during rest.

Atmospheric conditions remain acceptable.
Project Launch proceeds in 2 weeks.

We are more than a company. We are the threshold."

Hue deposits the paper by Lep. It's looks old, crumpled, and more importantly, corporate.

The human laughs.

"That's a brochure of Company constructs they sold."

Part of it shows:

Cyborg - Organic with mechanical parts.

Constructs - Mechanical with organic parts.

"That's just how it is here."

"Your brain is positronic? She probably did hack it man. She's done that a lot around here.

But I honestly wouldn't know. I don't completely understand how Hue works. There's a reason they stopped producing cat constructs.

I got lucky. She's the last one."

Hue returns with something in her mouth.

They nod, "It's definitely hanging at least."

The human's wrist watch buzzes the moment Lep exclaims "KITTY!".

A short message appears.

"Erm. Hue would like me to tell you she's a Construct. Not a Cyborg. That's odd. Why? Did you say anything?"

Hue flicks her tail and walks away indignantly.

"Holy shit. That looks expensive. You should see mine."

A closet is kicked open to show a worn down, basic hazard suit. It's a decade behind.

"Looks simple, but I'm alive. So it's doing its job! But I'm assuming yours has to travel through universes."

The human feeds Hue some of the care package.