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(character) crept through the undergrowth, barely daring to breathe, as they followed the pulsing rhythm. Parting the bushes slightly, they sucked in a horrified gasp, seeing the flickering firelight and the Humans dancing around it.

There, in the light of the burning branches, were people skipping and hopping, drinking out of cups from large nuts and doubtlessly containing fermented grain juice. That, they could handle. But the dance, that caused all non-Humans to shake in fear … .

The dreaded funky chicken!

(there have fun with that!)

(#00582 - A217)

Night had settled firmly on the Humans-Only Island portion of the Resort Planet, Bigspa.

The heavy jungle beat gave Riitik all the direction she needed to seek a glimpse of the forbidden. They’d laughed at her. They’d said she’d never do it. Called her a coward. Said she wouldn’t dare.

Told her immense lies about their secret night rituals.

Well. She’d show them.

Riitik wove between the ferns. She could see the lights, now. The odd and outlandish shadow cast by crowds of hairless mammals as they moved to the concussive beat. She was getting close. Riitik turned on her eyecam. “This is Riitik of Cahriil. Recording for posterity the night time mating rituals of the tribal human. I’m about to venture to the point where I can see their activities. Wish me good fortune.”

There. A clearing with burning sticks providing some of the lighting. The controller of the party sound wore thick protection over their ears. As for the rest of them…

It looked like something had gone drastically wring with their motor control.

The last words of Riitik’s recording were, “They’re dancing like they’re birds… they’re dancing like they’re birds…”

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Shayde and Ambassador O’Ranges

or

Julie, Nanny and Ambassador O’Ranges

[AN: You didn’t say ‘xor’ :D ]

Julie was still moaning. A constant monotone that, Shayde could tell, was starting to get on everyone’s pec’s. She was huddled in Nanny’s lap. Nanny couldn’t do much for her but be a living teddy-bear and mutter “Good girl, good girl,” at random intervals.

“Puir babby…” Shayde

As one of the tech review magazines said a few years ago when the first 32 GB micro SD cards came out, “At last it is possible for a single human being to accidentally swallow all of the data collected by the Apollo Program.”

“This is it?” Shayde held aloft a crystal with a metal disk on one end. “All'o the survivin’ media from the twentieth century?”

“And some derivative works, yes,” said Rael. “

Code 19: There is a small child loose in the area.

“LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN!” Rodriguez checked all the small storage bays before she locked them. Kept her eyes and ears open for any trace.

No sticky residue. No smeared prints. No suspicious puddles of liquid. No sign that the progeny had been here. And that was the dangerous part.

“I thought human infants were helpless,” said Chor'i'za.

“Human infants, yes. But once they learn how to move, they