On the Terrestrial sphere they say that everyone looks the same and everyone acts the same. There's some of that here on the moon these days, some colony or another where everyone's within a foot of the same height, where everyone's got hair and two eyes and a nose and teeth, but all the same kind and all the same number. Me? I don't get it. I mean, The Kalelano scale lists seven genders in stacked sequence of dominance traits. I can't understand how all seven could produce a strain with just two sexes. And two really obvious ones at that! I mean, ovipositors are maybe overrated, but I don't think I'll be trading in my holograhic dyphallus thought construct anytime soon thank you! And the two stupid sexes that some bastard wants me to belive are the originals, they're so physical! You can't really be an alpha without the neural subroutines in your anterior seminator can you? The Seven stacked sexes are in sequence of unity of physicality and mental awareness. I'm a lowly 2 on the scale meaning I'm basically suited only for simian-dominant pre-temporal penetration. That is I fuck like a tiger. Well, like an ape anyway. But gender and sex...

the diadics bind it up with appearance like they're really identifying. I have to tell a 3 or better all about my arrangement over seven or eight drinks, you can't tell by looking friend, because if you look you'll see that I'm Kingtycoon and I'm fucking formidable.

At one time it was expensive to breed your progeny this close to perfect, when my natal team devised me it cost them so much in free-base cells that two of them actually got harvested for food! I don't mind telling you I missed their presence in my nymph stage! But the lack of a sensitivity trainer and a Lobesorter is pretty obvious in my behavior. But you know, what I lack in sensible utility I make up for in baseless aggression and rancorous self doubt. But right? My natal team made me just the way I am and I'm happy for that. What do I look like? Well, I guess you can sort of tell that I'm a 2, but I could be a 1 (which means they fuck like tigers and eat like them and basically are them, anyway what's a tiger?) Well, I'm tailored for simple gravity so I'm vertically based with dorsal symmetry and I'm tailored for high-function motor, so I've got the suit of arms and eyes. Past that it's all appearance. No light means skintone isn't important, so I'm a retro-fashionable blue with an extra helping of hardness to deal with the recycled air, and to deal with the recycled air I've got some really neat pressurized muscular lungs. 4 of those, and two synchronous hearts to metabolize my dual pump mounted vascular system, It works through hydrolics and osmosis for extra efficiency in metabolizing oxygen. The teeth are just cosmetic and so are the horns. I'm glad I got horns instead of hair, I don't know why, but it's probably part of my nymph conditioning. They grew me big, tall right, because the gravity will allow it and it isn't important really, but big too, so that the super-dense bones I've got will adhere to the moon a little better. And it makes me stronger so I can compensate, overcompensate really, for the weight. Basically I'm really strong on the moon, but I hear that beltward, right? Mars? I'd be a dwarf and terrestrialwise I'd be a giant. 4 meters just feels like home if you ask me.

So, a little atavistic and a lot post-pan-civilized. It makes me a grumpy 2 to be stuck in the soft and fleshy and really small and pathetic ancestor of mine. You'd think that if you were only supposed to breed and kill and eat you'd be a little more well conceived eh?

Here's my Canoe by the way - The Red Line