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5 There is no species in the known cosmos that has the same will for survival that humans do. Other species… well, survival is in the nature of all. A furthering of the species. Of one's genetic material. Of a whole. Some approach this as a hive mind. To greater and lesser extents- of course. Of course. Some of these almost seem to have a free will, but will ultimately willingly die to serve their kind. Others almost seem like a superorganism- there are few things as fundamentally unsettling as seeing a single entity possessing the bodies of numerous, hundreds, thousands of hosts. (N.b.: a good example of this on Earth are Ants.) Ot

 4 A prevalent trait I've noticed amongst nearly all Earth races is their tendency to give the individual choice. This is often taken to a bizarre extreme; as an example, consumers in supermarkets (Nb.: a large space where many items can be purchased) are often given a choice between nearly identical products, the only apparent difference between which being the brand name, for the sheer purpose of simply allowing them a choice. Among humans, the level which it reaches is even more profound. Certainly, it is true that all but a select few humans share the same goals: to  survive, to protect one's loved ones, and to gain purchasing power and

 3 The thing about humans- if there is a single thing that can be described 'the thing' about the species as a whole- is their ability to blatantly deny what is directly before their eyes. For example, soon after my assigned arrival, I spent several years living in a human city called Seattle. My neighbor, as it turned out, was a painfully obvious lycanthrope. I'd never known another being with quite the same talent for leaving obvious clues. And yet, somehow, even his roommates, two friends with whom he'd chosen to live his life for the time being, found increasingly far-fetched explanations for his eccentricity. It's amusing to watch hum

2 It's odd. Most don't know that I've actually spent time on Earth before being assigned it as my planet of interest. They usually don't believe me, either, if I say I have. I don't blame them- I wouldn't have even had any reason to be in the vicinity if not for an unfortunate accident with the teleporter early on in my studies. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the shock I lived through the first day that I arrived. The first thing I realized that I could smell something burning; the thick, acrid scent felt like a blanket thrown over my head, smothering my breathing and scratching at my eyes until they teared up. (Nb.: a blanket i

 1 I suppose the best way to introduce myself- if there indeed even is a single entity that I can call such- is as a student. A perpetual student, part of a race of perpetual students, the one life goal of which is to collect as much information about their assigned planet of interest as possible for the Interspace Archives. We are given our basic education on the widest range of topics possible, then it is narrowed to a single universe, a single galaxy, star system, and finally a planet that each of us is then assigned to study, catalog, and report. To what end, nobody knows. Perhaps it is like the Earth myth of Sisyphus (Nb.: a titan whose