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Another one of these uploads to modernize my gallery and put the story directly into the description so an annoying file download isn't required.
Though with this one, I have a mildly renewed interest in continuing Tyrii's narrative, and so have tentatively retitled it "The Interface". Unlike Shattered Bravery, this story is still fully canon.
Original Upload text:
"Originally, I started writing this story in March 2014 and posted it April 1, 2014 on Deviantart.
I had eventually planned to continue writing the subsequent parts of the story but my personal issues took hold and I stopped. I never stopped developing the setting of the story, however, and once I found it sitting on my hard drive, I decided to update it (and fix some of the issues) to fit with the new lore I created.
I don't know if I'll get the motivation to write Part 2 and beyond, but if I do, they'll be posted here as well.
I'm not a good (or even decent) writer, so constructive criticism is helpful and welcomed.
Thank you for taking your time to read it, and I hope it's worthwhile!"
Again, formatting will be broken.
DATE: October 3rd, 2302 United Earth Nations Standard Time
LOCATION: Centaurus Center - Centaurus University
The cool wind blew softly through the complex of the Centaurus University, carrying with it the crisp leaves of the Centaurus Center autumn. Alpha Centauri B hung low in the sky, bathing the campus in a warm red glow. It was a calm and quiet evening, with most of the classes of the day long since dismissed. Tyrii stood in the center of the plaza, and gazed around at each individual building that surrounded her. After a moment to absorb the scenery, she reached into her pack and grabbed a hastily-written and crumpled note:
Tyrii,
Meet me after class at 1800. Room 221b. Tell the receptionist you're here for me.
- Prof. E.
She checked the time on her phone. 1756. She was going to be late. She gave one last look toward the sky, heaved a long sigh, and headed for the entrance of the Hall of Technology building about twenty meters from the center of the plaza.
The inside of the building seemed very different without its typical inhabitants. The only sound audible enough to make out was the subtle humming of the building's air conditioners. The interior of the Hall of Technology matched its exterior. Dull, gray, and extraordinarily utilitarian in design. Standard fluorescent lighting, even. Maybe it had something to do with the bustling people during class time, but Tyrii couldn't help but find it even more boring than usual. Clearing her mind, she continued through the building. Each hallway was so similar to the last that it was hard for the young sya'rid to tell if she was actually making progress towards Room 221 or just wandering in an infinite world of gray. The sheer confusion of navigating the halls made her feel almost like a mindless lab rat.
After a few minutes of seemingly aimless walking, however, Tyrii finally came upon the room she was looking for. A typical metal door with a small window, it itself was nothing special. The fervid young woman could only imagine what lay behind the door. Did my application get accepted? Maybe I can continue my education? Maybe I got really good marks? All were equally possible, but only the former excited her most. Tyrii checked the time once again. 1801. She tried to think of a few situations to explain her tardiness, but decided against lying. The professor wasn't likely to believe her anyway. As she reached for the door handle, she noticed her hand was shaking. Am I really that nervous? she thought. Get it together, the professor won't berate you for being only a few minutes late. She shook her head, and opened the door.
Even as she tried her best to be quiet, the door slammed behind her. Instantly, she felt the gaze of several different people. She looked around, and saw three people sitting in the lobby staring straight at her, not in disapproval, but in curiosity. She acknowledged them with a quick glance, but continued towards the receptionist who, unsurprisingly, was also staring at her. The receptionist was an older human woman, and seemed particularly discontented with her menial job. Tyrii was gathering the nerve to speak up when she was interrupted by the crotchety old woman in front of her. “Are you here for an appointment?”
Tyrii looked at the ground for a moment, to find she was unintentionally tapping her claws on the floor in anxiety.
The receptionist spoke once more. “Do you have an appointment?”
Tyrii hesitantly looked up and brushed aside her blue hair. “Y-yes. I do. An 1800 with Professor Ebrahim.”
As the woman's gaze left her, Tyrii felt some relief. The receptionist typed away on the keyboard for a few moments, and read off the screen, “Tyrii Ta'lana?”
“That's me.”
The woman eyed her up and down, obviously taking in Tyrii's inhuman appearance. “A thrakonid, hmm? I've seen several of you around here before. I should have known by the name.”
Tyrii didn't think anything was special about her name. She thought it was perfectly normal. She gave a light chuckle to play along. “Yeah, we're rare around here, aren't we?”
Her ruse didn't work as she had hoped; the receptionist didn't seem too amused. “Take a seat, dear. Professor Ebrahim will be out for you in about five to ten minutes.”
Tyrii looked for an empty seat. To her surprise, the other visitors had cleared out during that short conversation, and every seat was now open. She quietly sat down and looked around for a bit. This room was very different from the rest of the building, with a gaudy peach-colored wallpaper and blue carpeting. It was still fairly quiet, with only the occasional tapping away on keyboards and some ringing phones breaking the ambience of the air conditioners. In her boredom, Tyrii pulled out her phone, and checked the time. 1806. The Professor wouldn't have made the appointment on time either, she thought. She shuffled through some more functions of the device in her hand, and eventually came across an old message that carried a familiar name on it:
4/27/2302
From: Krysian
To: You
Subject: Date night tonight?
Hi how are you? <3
I was able to get away from Cayik for a night and was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner.
Tyrii gave an audible sigh. This again. Krysian and Tyrii had been dating for nearly a year on that day, and had been friends for ten times that long. But that night Cayik, Krysian's aggressive father, threatened to hurt Tyrii if she stayed around her mate. Without so much as saying “good-bye”, Krysian left. She didn't know where or why he went, but with time the sya'rid girl stopped caring. Tyrii rolled her eyes and swiped the message away. The glowing clock on the device ticked forward. 1810. A male voice spoke from behind her, “Ahh, is my favorite sya'rid student here?”
She looked up, and saw Professor Ebrahim standing there outside his door, looking at her. He was a tall man, and towered at least a foot over Tyrii. The aging Arabic man smiled intently at Tyrii, and even though his graying hair was a mess, Tyrii thought his happiness was almost palpable. She sprung to her feet and outstretched her hand. “Professor Ebrahim! I'm here to see you.”
“I know.” Professor Ebrahim returned the handshake, and then looked over at the receptionist. “Sara, when's my next appointment today?”
The receptionist looked puzzled. After clacking away at her terminal for a moment, she said, “Looks like this thrak is your last one," she said.
Tyrii had become used to being called a thrakonid, or "thrak". It was the human term for her species, and she lived amongst humans. But even so, each time she heard it still didn't ring quite right in her ears.
Professor Ebrahim ignored the speciesist slur and instead continued, “Tyrii here is one of my brightest students. You should show some respect, Sara.”
The receptionist shrugged, and apologized.
He turned back towards Tyrii. “Let's head into my office. I've got great news for you.”
Tyrii could not hide her excitement. She had been trying her hardest to finish the techshaper program at Centaurus University for the past 3 years, and she felt that her dream was finally coming to fruition. She spoke with utter glee, “Really? I can't wait to hear it!”
Professor Ebrahim led Tyrii into his office and pulled a chair out for her. “Take a seat.” He closed the door to his office, and sat down.
The professor's office was small, but rather quaint. There were pictures of his family on the walls and on his desk, along with a ton of paperwork. The professor pulled up a few documents on the computer, and turned his head towards Tyrii. “Alright. First things first: I have to tell you that your hard work this semester hasn't been ignored. My teaching assistants and I are very appreciative toward your efforts. Nobody deserves what I'm about to give you more than you do.”
Tyrii's mind was racing. She didn't even know for sure what she was here for, though she could only hope.
The professor reached into a folder, and pulled out a small plastic sheet with print all over it. “Congrats, Tyrii. I've got your techshaper training license here. Your application was nearly spotless, save for a little bit of a slip in your humanities courses, but the board overlooked that given your amazing talent in electronics.” He handed the card to her. “I have a few questions to ask you, though."
Tyrii's excitement was overwhelming at first, but it soon faded away into uncertainty. Truthfully, she was totally unsure about going through with the program. The surgery and training required to be a techshaper can't be reversed, and they will change her forever. It was an amazing opportunity, but it carried some risks. “Well, uh, what did you want to know?" she said nervously.
"Why didn't you want to be a part of the public ceremony? We here at Centaurus University take our techshaper graduates very seriously and want them to feel welcomed into the community."
"I didn't think it was a great idea. Since I found my studies here much easier than any of the human students. I don't want them to be mad at me," she said.
Professor Ebrahim smirked. "I see. Don't worry about it. What about your future? Did you plan to look for a career as a techshaper?"
Tyrii was looking at her hands as she twiddled her fingers in anxiety. "I actually wanted to ask you some questions about that."
The professor grew concerned. He was almost entirely sure that Tyrii would go for the techshaper program after getting the certificate. “Well, ask away, Ms. Ta'lana.”
“What exactly does the surgery do?”
“It's a thorough, complete process. They put you under for about 8 hours or so while they install two neural implants into your brain, then install one more in your arm. The surgeon will also install some ports for your shaper device into your non-dominant arm and then wire them all up."
It didn't seem that bad from his words, but Tyrii knew better. There was no way such a surgical procedure could be so simple. She asked the professor, “Is there an available sya'rid surgeon? I don't really trust a human surgeon to perform on me.”
“I figured you would ask that. Yes, we have a sya'rid surgeon. He's in the Medical Center in the city,” he reassured her.
Despite this, Tyrii was still having second thoughts. “Are there any companies looking for techshapers?”
“Oh yes. I was just speaking with Frontier Systems' hiring staff. Quantum Armaments are looking for techshapers as well. Also, the United Earth Nations is always on the lookout for-” he stopped. “Sorry about that.”
“What?” Tyrii was confused.
“My apologies, you can't exactly work for the UEN. They don't accept non-humans. Purity laws, you know.”
She never understood that. The ridiculous human patriotism and something about ‘retaining government purity’. “That's alright. I don't think I would want to work for the UEN, anyway,” she stated.
The professor thought for a moment. “Ah yes. And Colonial Synthetics is also looking for techshapers.”
Tyrii sighed. All of the companies the professor had listed were human. She didn't have anything against humans, but she knew that, for no reason she could fathom, humans had something against her.
It was a common problem on the United Earth Nations core worlds. Humans had a powerful sense of pride and nationalism, and they often frowned upon nonhumans in their space. It gets better as one moves outward, and most of the human fringe colonies are welcoming and friendly to aliens. But Centaurus Center was the closest colony to Earth, and its inhabitants were quite the elitists. The UEN had numerous laws regarding the safety of “extraterrestrials” in human space, but even those still didn't help Tyrii feel comfortable around people that disliked her only for the fact that she was different. It was only a superficial difference, as well. Tyrii had been raised by human parents, with human values and human culture. The only thing truly "special" about her, she thought, was her outward appearance.
Tyrii stalled for a moment, and then said, “Are... are there any sya'rid companies hiring?”
The professor seemed a little surprised. “Tyrii, I'm sorry, but it's difficult to get in contact with Systia-based companies.” He looked back towards the monitor. “Hmm. Why don't you let me see what I can do? There's several companies that I keep in touch with that may be looking for a techshaper of your skills."
Tyrii's face lit up with happiness. “Are you going to try and find a thrakonid company? Really?”
The professor returned a smile. “Of course. Or a least a multi-species one. I'm not about to let your hard work go to waste,” he said.
She was ecstatic, and practically leaped out of her chair to shake the professor's hand. “Oh, thank you so much!” she said.
“It's not a problem.” He shook her hand. “Before you go, I have one more question for you. Have you thought about going to Systia to work for the Technocracy? I'm sure they would welcome you with open arms."
Her thoughts settled on an idea that made her uneasy. She felt that because of her human education, human foster parents, and human way of life, the Technocracy would never accept her. Tyrii still had citizenship in the Kindred Technocracy of Systia as she was born inside of its territory, but she was barely qualified. She couldn't even remember how to speak her species' own language! "I guess that's a possibility. Could you get in touch with them for me?" she said.
"Sure thing. I'll make a note of contacting them. It's been good seeing you, Tyrii. Have a safe night, and be here next week!"
“I'll be on time, I promise.”
The professor chuckled a bit and resumed his paperwork as Tyrii left his office.
Despite her happiness, she still had reservations about the techshaper surgery. If the professor could find her a career in a corporation that welcomed sya'rids, though, it would be that much easier for her to overcome her second thoughts about the procedure. She looked around outside of Professor Ebrahim's office. The reception room was totally empty now. Only the hum of the air conditioners accompanied her on her way back out to the plaza. Once she was outside, she checked the time. 1834. The bus wouldn't be there for another eleven minutes.
Sighing, she said, "Now what?"
Though with this one, I have a mildly renewed interest in continuing Tyrii's narrative, and so have tentatively retitled it "The Interface". Unlike Shattered Bravery, this story is still fully canon.
Original Upload text:
"Originally, I started writing this story in March 2014 and posted it April 1, 2014 on Deviantart.
I had eventually planned to continue writing the subsequent parts of the story but my personal issues took hold and I stopped. I never stopped developing the setting of the story, however, and once I found it sitting on my hard drive, I decided to update it (and fix some of the issues) to fit with the new lore I created.
I don't know if I'll get the motivation to write Part 2 and beyond, but if I do, they'll be posted here as well.
I'm not a good (or even decent) writer, so constructive criticism is helpful and welcomed.
Thank you for taking your time to read it, and I hope it's worthwhile!"
Again, formatting will be broken.
DATE: October 3rd, 2302 United Earth Nations Standard Time
LOCATION: Centaurus Center - Centaurus University
The cool wind blew softly through the complex of the Centaurus University, carrying with it the crisp leaves of the Centaurus Center autumn. Alpha Centauri B hung low in the sky, bathing the campus in a warm red glow. It was a calm and quiet evening, with most of the classes of the day long since dismissed. Tyrii stood in the center of the plaza, and gazed around at each individual building that surrounded her. After a moment to absorb the scenery, she reached into her pack and grabbed a hastily-written and crumpled note:
Tyrii,
Meet me after class at 1800. Room 221b. Tell the receptionist you're here for me.
- Prof. E.
She checked the time on her phone. 1756. She was going to be late. She gave one last look toward the sky, heaved a long sigh, and headed for the entrance of the Hall of Technology building about twenty meters from the center of the plaza.
The inside of the building seemed very different without its typical inhabitants. The only sound audible enough to make out was the subtle humming of the building's air conditioners. The interior of the Hall of Technology matched its exterior. Dull, gray, and extraordinarily utilitarian in design. Standard fluorescent lighting, even. Maybe it had something to do with the bustling people during class time, but Tyrii couldn't help but find it even more boring than usual. Clearing her mind, she continued through the building. Each hallway was so similar to the last that it was hard for the young sya'rid to tell if she was actually making progress towards Room 221 or just wandering in an infinite world of gray. The sheer confusion of navigating the halls made her feel almost like a mindless lab rat.
After a few minutes of seemingly aimless walking, however, Tyrii finally came upon the room she was looking for. A typical metal door with a small window, it itself was nothing special. The fervid young woman could only imagine what lay behind the door. Did my application get accepted? Maybe I can continue my education? Maybe I got really good marks? All were equally possible, but only the former excited her most. Tyrii checked the time once again. 1801. She tried to think of a few situations to explain her tardiness, but decided against lying. The professor wasn't likely to believe her anyway. As she reached for the door handle, she noticed her hand was shaking. Am I really that nervous? she thought. Get it together, the professor won't berate you for being only a few minutes late. She shook her head, and opened the door.
Even as she tried her best to be quiet, the door slammed behind her. Instantly, she felt the gaze of several different people. She looked around, and saw three people sitting in the lobby staring straight at her, not in disapproval, but in curiosity. She acknowledged them with a quick glance, but continued towards the receptionist who, unsurprisingly, was also staring at her. The receptionist was an older human woman, and seemed particularly discontented with her menial job. Tyrii was gathering the nerve to speak up when she was interrupted by the crotchety old woman in front of her. “Are you here for an appointment?”
Tyrii looked at the ground for a moment, to find she was unintentionally tapping her claws on the floor in anxiety.
The receptionist spoke once more. “Do you have an appointment?”
Tyrii hesitantly looked up and brushed aside her blue hair. “Y-yes. I do. An 1800 with Professor Ebrahim.”
As the woman's gaze left her, Tyrii felt some relief. The receptionist typed away on the keyboard for a few moments, and read off the screen, “Tyrii Ta'lana?”
“That's me.”
The woman eyed her up and down, obviously taking in Tyrii's inhuman appearance. “A thrakonid, hmm? I've seen several of you around here before. I should have known by the name.”
Tyrii didn't think anything was special about her name. She thought it was perfectly normal. She gave a light chuckle to play along. “Yeah, we're rare around here, aren't we?”
Her ruse didn't work as she had hoped; the receptionist didn't seem too amused. “Take a seat, dear. Professor Ebrahim will be out for you in about five to ten minutes.”
Tyrii looked for an empty seat. To her surprise, the other visitors had cleared out during that short conversation, and every seat was now open. She quietly sat down and looked around for a bit. This room was very different from the rest of the building, with a gaudy peach-colored wallpaper and blue carpeting. It was still fairly quiet, with only the occasional tapping away on keyboards and some ringing phones breaking the ambience of the air conditioners. In her boredom, Tyrii pulled out her phone, and checked the time. 1806. The Professor wouldn't have made the appointment on time either, she thought. She shuffled through some more functions of the device in her hand, and eventually came across an old message that carried a familiar name on it:
4/27/2302
From: Krysian
To: You
Subject: Date night tonight?
Hi how are you? <3
I was able to get away from Cayik for a night and was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner.
Tyrii gave an audible sigh. This again. Krysian and Tyrii had been dating for nearly a year on that day, and had been friends for ten times that long. But that night Cayik, Krysian's aggressive father, threatened to hurt Tyrii if she stayed around her mate. Without so much as saying “good-bye”, Krysian left. She didn't know where or why he went, but with time the sya'rid girl stopped caring. Tyrii rolled her eyes and swiped the message away. The glowing clock on the device ticked forward. 1810. A male voice spoke from behind her, “Ahh, is my favorite sya'rid student here?”
She looked up, and saw Professor Ebrahim standing there outside his door, looking at her. He was a tall man, and towered at least a foot over Tyrii. The aging Arabic man smiled intently at Tyrii, and even though his graying hair was a mess, Tyrii thought his happiness was almost palpable. She sprung to her feet and outstretched her hand. “Professor Ebrahim! I'm here to see you.”
“I know.” Professor Ebrahim returned the handshake, and then looked over at the receptionist. “Sara, when's my next appointment today?”
The receptionist looked puzzled. After clacking away at her terminal for a moment, she said, “Looks like this thrak is your last one," she said.
Tyrii had become used to being called a thrakonid, or "thrak". It was the human term for her species, and she lived amongst humans. But even so, each time she heard it still didn't ring quite right in her ears.
Professor Ebrahim ignored the speciesist slur and instead continued, “Tyrii here is one of my brightest students. You should show some respect, Sara.”
The receptionist shrugged, and apologized.
He turned back towards Tyrii. “Let's head into my office. I've got great news for you.”
Tyrii could not hide her excitement. She had been trying her hardest to finish the techshaper program at Centaurus University for the past 3 years, and she felt that her dream was finally coming to fruition. She spoke with utter glee, “Really? I can't wait to hear it!”
Professor Ebrahim led Tyrii into his office and pulled a chair out for her. “Take a seat.” He closed the door to his office, and sat down.
The professor's office was small, but rather quaint. There were pictures of his family on the walls and on his desk, along with a ton of paperwork. The professor pulled up a few documents on the computer, and turned his head towards Tyrii. “Alright. First things first: I have to tell you that your hard work this semester hasn't been ignored. My teaching assistants and I are very appreciative toward your efforts. Nobody deserves what I'm about to give you more than you do.”
Tyrii's mind was racing. She didn't even know for sure what she was here for, though she could only hope.
The professor reached into a folder, and pulled out a small plastic sheet with print all over it. “Congrats, Tyrii. I've got your techshaper training license here. Your application was nearly spotless, save for a little bit of a slip in your humanities courses, but the board overlooked that given your amazing talent in electronics.” He handed the card to her. “I have a few questions to ask you, though."
Tyrii's excitement was overwhelming at first, but it soon faded away into uncertainty. Truthfully, she was totally unsure about going through with the program. The surgery and training required to be a techshaper can't be reversed, and they will change her forever. It was an amazing opportunity, but it carried some risks. “Well, uh, what did you want to know?" she said nervously.
"Why didn't you want to be a part of the public ceremony? We here at Centaurus University take our techshaper graduates very seriously and want them to feel welcomed into the community."
"I didn't think it was a great idea. Since I found my studies here much easier than any of the human students. I don't want them to be mad at me," she said.
Professor Ebrahim smirked. "I see. Don't worry about it. What about your future? Did you plan to look for a career as a techshaper?"
Tyrii was looking at her hands as she twiddled her fingers in anxiety. "I actually wanted to ask you some questions about that."
The professor grew concerned. He was almost entirely sure that Tyrii would go for the techshaper program after getting the certificate. “Well, ask away, Ms. Ta'lana.”
“What exactly does the surgery do?”
“It's a thorough, complete process. They put you under for about 8 hours or so while they install two neural implants into your brain, then install one more in your arm. The surgeon will also install some ports for your shaper device into your non-dominant arm and then wire them all up."
It didn't seem that bad from his words, but Tyrii knew better. There was no way such a surgical procedure could be so simple. She asked the professor, “Is there an available sya'rid surgeon? I don't really trust a human surgeon to perform on me.”
“I figured you would ask that. Yes, we have a sya'rid surgeon. He's in the Medical Center in the city,” he reassured her.
Despite this, Tyrii was still having second thoughts. “Are there any companies looking for techshapers?”
“Oh yes. I was just speaking with Frontier Systems' hiring staff. Quantum Armaments are looking for techshapers as well. Also, the United Earth Nations is always on the lookout for-” he stopped. “Sorry about that.”
“What?” Tyrii was confused.
“My apologies, you can't exactly work for the UEN. They don't accept non-humans. Purity laws, you know.”
She never understood that. The ridiculous human patriotism and something about ‘retaining government purity’. “That's alright. I don't think I would want to work for the UEN, anyway,” she stated.
The professor thought for a moment. “Ah yes. And Colonial Synthetics is also looking for techshapers.”
Tyrii sighed. All of the companies the professor had listed were human. She didn't have anything against humans, but she knew that, for no reason she could fathom, humans had something against her.
It was a common problem on the United Earth Nations core worlds. Humans had a powerful sense of pride and nationalism, and they often frowned upon nonhumans in their space. It gets better as one moves outward, and most of the human fringe colonies are welcoming and friendly to aliens. But Centaurus Center was the closest colony to Earth, and its inhabitants were quite the elitists. The UEN had numerous laws regarding the safety of “extraterrestrials” in human space, but even those still didn't help Tyrii feel comfortable around people that disliked her only for the fact that she was different. It was only a superficial difference, as well. Tyrii had been raised by human parents, with human values and human culture. The only thing truly "special" about her, she thought, was her outward appearance.
Tyrii stalled for a moment, and then said, “Are... are there any sya'rid companies hiring?”
The professor seemed a little surprised. “Tyrii, I'm sorry, but it's difficult to get in contact with Systia-based companies.” He looked back towards the monitor. “Hmm. Why don't you let me see what I can do? There's several companies that I keep in touch with that may be looking for a techshaper of your skills."
Tyrii's face lit up with happiness. “Are you going to try and find a thrakonid company? Really?”
The professor returned a smile. “Of course. Or a least a multi-species one. I'm not about to let your hard work go to waste,” he said.
She was ecstatic, and practically leaped out of her chair to shake the professor's hand. “Oh, thank you so much!” she said.
“It's not a problem.” He shook her hand. “Before you go, I have one more question for you. Have you thought about going to Systia to work for the Technocracy? I'm sure they would welcome you with open arms."
Her thoughts settled on an idea that made her uneasy. She felt that because of her human education, human foster parents, and human way of life, the Technocracy would never accept her. Tyrii still had citizenship in the Kindred Technocracy of Systia as she was born inside of its territory, but she was barely qualified. She couldn't even remember how to speak her species' own language! "I guess that's a possibility. Could you get in touch with them for me?" she said.
"Sure thing. I'll make a note of contacting them. It's been good seeing you, Tyrii. Have a safe night, and be here next week!"
“I'll be on time, I promise.”
The professor chuckled a bit and resumed his paperwork as Tyrii left his office.
Despite her happiness, she still had reservations about the techshaper surgery. If the professor could find her a career in a corporation that welcomed sya'rids, though, it would be that much easier for her to overcome her second thoughts about the procedure. She looked around outside of Professor Ebrahim's office. The reception room was totally empty now. Only the hum of the air conditioners accompanied her on her way back out to the plaza. Once she was outside, she checked the time. 1834. The bus wouldn't be there for another eleven minutes.
Sighing, she said, "Now what?"
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Techshapers are tech support, but in the future!
They have cybernetic implants that allow them to interface directly with computers and robots.
"Thrakonid" and "sya'rid" are two different names for the alien species that Tyrii is, "thrakonid" is the informal slang term and "sya'rid" is what they prefer to be called.
What a sya'rid looks like can be seen on Tyrii's reference sheet here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25239835/
They have cybernetic implants that allow them to interface directly with computers and robots.
"Thrakonid" and "sya'rid" are two different names for the alien species that Tyrii is, "thrakonid" is the informal slang term and "sya'rid" is what they prefer to be called.
What a sya'rid looks like can be seen on Tyrii's reference sheet here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25239835/
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