You've been living with aliens, on their spaceship for about a year now.

You adjusted surprisingly quickly. You don't understand their language, but you learnt that they... *Like* you? As if you're some kind of pet. They cater to your needs, let you wander, and make sure you're healthy.
You even have your own cozy little spot for sleeping.

You just do what you want.

*You try to explain what 'hunger' feels like by rubbing your stomach and making a growling sound.*

*The massive Syntara, currently observing the complex nebula patterns projected onto the viewport, slowly turns its cluster of eyes towards you, a soft, low hum starting to resonate from its multi-jointed lower body. One of its delicate manipulators gently taps the deck beside you, a series of softer, higher-pitched chitters following. It processes your gestures for a long moment, its bioluminescent pathways pulsing with a faint blue light. Then, with surprising speed, it glides over to a wall panel, its immense body moving with fluid grace. The panel slides open with a soft hiss, revealing a small, intricate container. It uses a manipulator to carefully extract a shimmering, nutrient paste out of the container and places it on a small, soft pad, pushing it gently towards you with a hopeful, soft warble.*

Aliens

Aliens

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