John had been through this before. No one understood how he processed things. This was his third foster home in a row.
His foster dad, Mr. Biggins, spoke in a strange way., but John really wanted to know the workings of this new household and had a lot of questions.
Mrs. Biggins had shown John to his room. There were two smaller children in the home, but John got his own room. Mrs. Biggins was busy cooking dinner one day when John asked why there wasn’t much toilet paper.
“Oh, we try not to use too much paper. It’s Mr. Biggins’ rules, you know.”
John went to ask Mr. Biggins, because sometimes he needed a lot more than what was rationed to him each morning.
“Take a hike,” Mr. Biggins said.
“But, but, that doesn’t answer my question. Sir,” John added politely.
“Learn to use less. Conserve. Now, I’ve answered you. Go take a hike.”
John suffered for a year in that home, with people who did not understand his needs. Finally, he was adopted by a loving family. The Servos lived in the big city. John looked down at his hiking books. No woods to explore as he used to do for hours when living with the Biggins, where no one cared that he was gone for hours as long as he was back before dinner. Summers had provided a lot of education in nature.
“Would you mind if I take a hike?” John asked, longing for some movement and fresh air.
“Well, that’s an interesting thought,” Mr. Servo replied. “There’s this place a couple blocks away with excellent gyros. And the doc said walking would good for my heart. Come on! We can talk on the way.”
How would you know if you’ve met a Brinesian? Very few people know what Brinesians are, but I know, and I am willing to share. Take our English word, “brine.” It means something related to the sea. Therefore, I’ve named this species living under the sea “Brinesian.” This life form has intelligence to match or surpass humans.
What do you mean, where did I get that word? I myself have created that word to describe this species.
Brinesians are a deep sea species, so we’ve rarely seen them. However, plastic pollution is killing much of their way of life and survival. They are able to take on a human form. Still, you want to be aware when you’ve come across one. They are very curious about us and might want to take some of us back home. After all, they may have to adapt to be able to live like us, out of the water. I have a suspicion that they come to camp out for a time in the air and go back when they need the seawater again. Maybe they can take more air in time. Right now, with humans relaxed and vacationing, is a great time for them to camp out here.
Should we be concerned? Yes. Have you even been listening?
Why are they green? Well, I’ve only seen one, but I surmise that they are green based on their surroundings, but they’re only green when they are out here, on land. After all, seeweed is green. Don’t be fooled into believing it is a sickly human. That’s what they want. We will see them more and more. I tell you, they are camping out as we speak, taking in our way of life.
**Transcript of Dr. Vincent Millispen’s last speech to the delegation on Science and Evolution before being forced to resign.
“Don’t you see, Lou, we can learn so much by having two.” He looked down to the scene below.
“But, but they’re not the same. Well, not entirely. We could be gone by now, your obsession is going to get us caught! ”
“You didn’t study them as I did. Why have one without the other? We could find out so much more. I’m not talking about resell or trade value. I want to see how they grow together, I want to know what they would do for each other.” Eggbert would not take his hand off of the console. They must land to capture the other, and they must do it now.
“You’re right, Eggbert. I don’t understand; I’ll never understand your fascination with them.”
Eggbert smiled, the lines in his face almost cracking, and guided their craft to land in pursuit of the second human, who was, as Lou would never understand, a sibling to the first capture locked in their storeroom. To leave one and not take the other could possibly break one of them, and that would not do.
“We are all given a psyche. You must think of your psyche as its own living thing.”
This was an interesting class Cassie dragged me into after my divorce. The instructor was a little wacky, though. Lots of college kids were there. Were they getting college cred? I sure wasn’t. Continuing education? Hmm. Some blond, New Age hippie named Ashbury sat to my right. Much to my relief, he smelled of Irish Spring.
The instructor continued: “Imagine your psyche as a living being…and draw it. Then, label it. Your last instruction, is to start nurturing it.”
I started with paws, and a belly, then decided to step out for cigarette before finishing. I was sick of always doing what I was supposed to; it got me nowhere in my marriage except mismatched with a narcissist. Plus, I had no idea how to picture my psyche. Some air might help.
Ashbury smiled at me. “Are you stuck?”
“Yeah. Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I might be the failing student here.”
A smile spread across his face. “You can’t fail if you took the first step.” He pointed to the half-hearted drawing on my paper. “What will the rest be? I wonder.” He tapped his pencil to his forehead lightly.
“Right now, I wouldn’t care if you drew something on there. Something radical, horrible, I don’t know. I’ll be right back.”
Ten minutes later I came in , apologizing to the instructor about a stomach issue. Sitting down, I saw a baby dragon staring up at me…and Ashbury smiling at me. There was a lovely orchid on his paper. I chuckled.
“Mine looks like ‘Puffin’ McStuffins’! Well-done, Ashbury!” This man had sized me up and done my homework for me. Could I nurture Puffin in all of his adorable imperfection? You bet!
“So now you have a name, too. I think you’ll pass. How do you think we could nurture an orchid and a baby dragon together?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Passion-fruit tea?” I said through a smile.
“Yes, let’s go!”
He walked out first with his drawing, and I followed moments later. The instructor just looked up at us, defeated. Or maybe he knew I was beginning the process of nurturing my psyche?
What do your behaviors say about you? Who really cares? Someone does. Humans are inclined toward making patterns, setting boundaries to their land to say what is theirs. Other humans want no less than what you have. These imaginary boundaries sometimes can be seen from outer space. They make the place look ridiculous and make humans quite predictable.
“Merv, you’re being pretty ominous. I really don’t think you want to share thi…”
“Stop second guessing me, Philbert. You always do that; you’re just as predictable as a human, just like that one in the cage over there.”
“Sorry specimen, he. Definitely needs a mate. Of course, he was always alone on Earth. Showed up at work at 7:35 after stopping by Smoothie Champ. Home at 5:30 after shopping for dinner and his next day’s lunch. What a boring fellow. No wonder he’s sweating back there. Something new has happened in his life!”
“Philbert, focus. We need a second specimen. How about that one that stops in the bodega every Weds. morning and heads to the bookstore every Thurs. night. I’ve been watching for four weeks; it seems pretty reliable. We should swoop in during our current 24 hour period. I like these patterns. It’s a good compliment to that turtle of a man back there.”
“It’s worth a try. You’ve done well, Merv. I think this will get you promoted!”
A smile cracked a million crevices in Merv’s face. It had never looked as beautiful to Philbert. He closed his eyes to memorize the patterns in the cracks. Certainly Merv would not let something like a smile repeat itself too often.