Ridiculous fact of the day: We went to the moon before we thought to put wheels on suitcases.
Some things are essential for cogniscent development. The ability to control heat is one. Civilisation in any form is another.
It is impossible to have a planet where the entire population are dancers. People must eat. People must learn. People must make insipid sitcoms and nobody knows why.
But some things… don’t always happen in the correct order.
“Wait,” said the saurian beside her. “Your species hasn’t developed luggage wheels?”
“Er. They didn’t ere I left, ye ken,” Shayde explained. It was rare that she got an alien talking to her as a person and she wanted to encourage that. “I think some had ‘em, but they were still pretty rare tae find.”
“Terran calendar nineteen eighty-six?”
“I left in eighty-seven, but close enough.”
“And… your species had already landed on your moon by then.”
“Oh aye. In sixty-nine.”
“Your species left your planet before you thought to put wheels on your luggage?”
“Technically,” Shayde allowed. “Everyone was expected tae have muscles back then.”
The saurian shook her head. “I am always amazed by the way different peoples develop. We thought the usage of the wheel in all ways possible was vital before we met the Iilshur'aur'ur.”
“I met one o’ them. They’re lovely.”
“And I understand your kind didn’t have a global law until centuries after you began colonising other planets.”
“Aye. Us humans are terribly backward. Nobody’s discovered Slood yet.”
A perplexed expression. Then a growing smile. “Ahh… this is a human joke, yes?”
Shayde laughed along. “Oh aye, I’ll drop me trousers any minute.” Damn. Another day of keeping her mouth shut.
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