The Norfolk Knife

☽ 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 (x) ☾

Does anyone just... forget what day it is and the entire date, and don't really care to figure any of it out.

It's currently summer, and that's about all I care about.

I needed this.

Life has been putting a lot of unwanted things into my neglected mind. Mental health is just as important as physical health

Affirmations for Autistic People

Neurodivergent_lou

Many primates are put in enclosures for public eyes, and shenanigans always ensue when the public instigate them.

Imagine if humans were put into enclosures. What could possibly go wrong?

I hate the way our world is built around money.

I genuinely hate how our entire society is built around money. We don't see people as human anymore, we see them as assets or burdens. We are all alive and I firmly believe that:

Immigrants are human;

Trans people are human;

People of color are human;

Queer people are human;

Intersex people are human;

People of any religion or no religion are human;

Every single human deserves the right to Healthcare, food, shelter, clothing, education and BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS. Politicians see people as burdens, money or insignificant pawns in their game. This needs to stop. We all deserve to not only exist and live, but truly thrive. While the rich get richer, the rest of the world gets left behind. We are all equal, so we need to start fucking acting like it.

The Boulder of Sisyphus will always roll, regardless if you're pushing it or not.

An important PSA to remember!

[ID in Alt]

Entry 10-5786:

Since our last entry on entry regarding our human companion (Male), a lot has happened:

Starting the day after our last entry about him, he found the human section in our database and found that we had videos of people doing different types of work. "For studying your kind in their natural states," we told him.

After some time, he seemed to be fascinated with the art of heating metal up with fire and banging it with a hammer into different shapes; a craft that seemed to have been practiced by their species for many of their centires.

After looking into it myself, I discovered that one has to destroy a large quantity of valuable resources and burn the end result just to get the metal hot enough to work.

Telling my finding to Steve (what our human perfers to be called by), he replied with, "Yeah, that seems to be a pattern for my species; a lot of work to make something valuable."

A few weeks later, as we were gathering resources from Planet 115-X-18, we found him bringing in resources of his own into the ship, which was unusual for him. We didn't think much of it.

We should've asked what he was up to that day.

Over a period of several months, he renovated his living quarters to resemble the workshop of the person working metal in our database, fit with forge, chimney, a hunk of metal to hit in and a workbench with tools. His bed seemed to be moved to the neighboring quarters. "It'll be fine," he told us after we asked him why he moved his bed.

We lost seem for several days as we heard repeated banging and the faint smell of something burning coming from that area. Steve seemed to be happy, but he smelled like the burning smell every day.

"You'll appreciate what I'm up to," he told us at meat time.

The day after that, he showed up what he made: a knife

We immediately told him he wasn't allowed a weapon on the ship, but he insured us it wasn't what it was.

"Humans don't have sharp teeth or claws, so when we have time cut something, we need something to do it for us. A knife is one for those things. It's no different than the pencil you let me have," he told us, then demonstrated what it could do by removing a thin curls off the piece of wood he had with him. Where'd he had the desire to do any of this still make us wonder about to this day.

He seemed to make more and more refined knives as time went on; making more tools to help him to do so.

This seemed to both keep him busy and give us the opportunity to see his thinking process.

He seemed to like certain shapes of tools over others and seemed to learn how to shape wood while learning "blacksmithing" (what he called what he was doing).

These days, he's been hourding rocks and stones that were larger than his hand while we are out gathering supplies and seemed to be working them into a useful shape because the metal of the knife he keeps with him now resembles a mirror rather than the dark grey, black or dark orange look we see his tools in on occasion.

He's given us items we never knew we needed until they were in place. Just the other day, he gave me a hanger to hold my hand computer when it's not in use.

He's been staying dirty, but he doesn't seem to mind; he seemed to have found a source of joy in expressing his own species.

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