The Star-Man's Womb

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Trian frowned. "Primitive..." he sighed. He picked a few tools and brought them inside.

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Jeremy rolled his eyes and closed the shed's door.

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Trian began immediately disassembling and climbing the parts, and fitting them again his distress beacon.

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Jeremy went inside and started working on a custom computer that somebody had ordered.

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"Is this really considered top of the line? Isn't there anything even a little better?" Trian asked.

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"Nope," Jeremy said simply. "What did you expect from a planet that you not allowed to make contact with because 'we're not ready to join the galactic community'."

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"Hey, are you getting snotty with me? Don't be like that. If humans aren't advanced enough to join the galactic community, well that's not my fault, is it? If you were elevated, that would be disastrous for everyone, so don't give me an attitude."

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"Then stop insulting the tools I provide for you," Jeremy stated.

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"I'm not insulting them! They're not what I'm used to, and they just aren't right for what I need them to be."

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Jeremy huffed and went back to work on the computer he was building.

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Trian sighed and turned his attention back to the parts before him. The two worked on their respective tasks silently. Hours later, and Trian had made very little progress. He looked at the dark sky out the window and sighed. "Want me to make dinner?" He asked.

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"Hm?" Jeremy muttered as he looked up from his work. He blinked a few times. "Uh. Yeah. Sure."

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Trian stood up, put his things away, and walked into the kitchen, giving Kiba a pat on the head as he passed him by. Unsure of what to make, he pulled out a human cookbook and decided upon a chicken dish.

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Kiba laid in the kitchen, watching Trian.

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Trian tossed Kiba a few scraps; pieces of chicken he couldn't use.

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Kiba scarfed them down.

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Eventually dinner was ready, and not a moment too soon for Trian. "Soup's on!" He called out.

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Jeremy came out of his work shop and rubbed his eyes.

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Trian served the food and sat at the table. "So, what do humans do for fun? Do you have movies? E-games? What's your music like?"

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"We do a variety of things," Jeremy said.