By deeanndmathews on Skatehive
Sometimes you just have to know as a human that every alien that reminds you of home doesn't feel like a pet. "The hand that you save might be your own, somewhat like that old song by Michael Jackson says," I said to my colleague Capt. Ronald Taft of the starship Gudit. "Right on, Capt. Biles-Dixon," Capt. Taft said to me. "Adm. Banneker-Jackson is the model of life on bionic legs, and bionics are getting better and better, but still, no: there will be no petting aquariums with Thrakivan Water Cats in them. We're just throwing the whole planet settlement plan away -- there's too much galaxy out here for all that, and these adult humans our age and older are as bad as the kids!" I thought about this ... every new group of settlers, every new generation of those who settled ... the constant temptation would have been great for bionic hand makers, but no one else. That and the fact that the system's star would force an evacuation about every 20 years ... nope. Better to let the Thrakivan