First Contact
About an hour before the sun peaked over the horizon I awoke to a desperate loneliness. Restless, I decide to go for a walk to distract my troubled mind. Unfortunately, the gray landscape around only makes my loneliness worse. I just can't take it anymore! My angry yells echo around me, mocking me.
When I got home, there was someone waiting outside my front door! I am still unsure if it was my shouts that brought her there or just a lucky coincidence, but I was very happy to see her. A real live human! It took me a while to find my voice. It had been such a long time since I needed it. Eventually it came back to me.
"Finally, another sentient being! Do you like chili?" 'Do you like chili...' what the hell was I thinking? Who in their right mind greats someone with such a tangential subject? I can't even make chili!
To my surprise, she did not think it odd of me to start off with such a remark. Apparently she loves chili! I stare at her blankly for a few moments. Who knew humans had such a love for chili. Maybe I should stock up on some.
She peered into the house and looked back at me in confusion. Apparently she expected to have some prepared since I asked about it. Ah, this must be how they invite people into their houses! They tell them what they have cooked and if they like it, they come in. I quickly explain to her that I was not able to cook any myself. Luckily, this slip-up did not affect our growing relationship and she proceeded to ask me if I had any 'Coke or Pepsi'. Since I had not heard those terms before I was confused until she further explained that they are two brands of 'brown pop'.
"Coke or...? Ah, I have heard about that brown beverage. I am not certain I like either. Do you have any I could try?"
Ida laughs in a way that suggests that she thinks I am joking. I give her my best serious face and hope that she understands. I truly do wish to try it. It does not take her long to realize that this is true.
I start to explain, but I noticed that she was frowning. A realization seemed to have dawned on her and it angered her. I was not aware that brown beverages were such serious business to humans. "The reason I have not tasted Coke or Pepsi is because I am not from Earth. I come from a galaxy far away in the hopes of seeing more your species."
This, unfortunately, only seemed to make her angrier. She did not say anything to me, but simply held up her hands in what I believe was a warding gesture and walked away. I was too stunned to catch what she was muttering under her breath and just stood there, staring into the distance. I was sure humans would be ecstatic to know that there are other intelligent species.
Still bothered by the human's reaction, I went inside to make myself a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches. Making so many felt good. I could almost pretend that I was not so alone. The sandwich was surprisingly filling and tasted great! Too bad I did not have a table to sit down and enjoy it with.
I gave the sandwiches one last appreciative sniff before placing them in the refrigeration unit. Immediately afterwards, I suffered from a fit of depression. I really need someone to talk to. I wonder if I will be able to spot anyone from my telescope?
On my way to my balcony, I am greeted by the sight of a human. "Who are you and how did you get into my house?" I ask. I am annoyed that she had gotten in without me knowing, but that loneliness. It is killing me.
"Have you ever considered wearing makeup?" She asks.
"Yes, I have, but only if it proves necessary to fit in with the humans. Personally, I'd rather have some jewelry. Maybe a necklace made of pearls." I respond. That subject saddens me as I really see no reason why anyone should have to cover his or her natural face just to fit into society.
"I really think you'd look good with some make-up on." she insists.
"No, I will not wear that disgusting stuff. I am perfectly fine with my appearance." I answer, my temper rising. "Stupid humans." I mutter. "Anyway, what is up with that rediculously short dress you're wearing?" I ask.
She actually laughs at me! "This isn't a dress, silly. It's a skirt. I wear it so short because lonely men tend to appreciate it. I even got my first kiss in this outfit. Maybe you should try it?" The bunny-eared female explains, winking suggestively near the end.
Disgusted, I glare at her. "I am definately not looking for romance all the way out here. If human women need to go so far just to get a kiss, I definately do not want any from them." I growl, infuriated. Why do humans think woohoo is so great? All it causes is pain, suffering, and a surplus population.
"Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I have other people to cheer up. Toodles~" She says, waving cheerfully.
The next thing I know, she is jumping through the ceiling! Was she even real at all? Just two days and I'm already hallucinating. Great. Maybe I should go to bed...
This is a sim moon, not Luna. In my mind, sims are governed by similar but vastly different rules than us. They may LOOK like us, but they are not us.
- Building is instantaneous.
- They are immune to many diseases.
- They learn faster than us.
- Hair doesn't grow, although their sim day is equal to one human year.
- Teeth don't rot and fall out despite lack of brushing.
- Moons have atmosphere.
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