Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Merrill blinked. He supposed it was hard for him to imagine sentient beings reproducing in a number of those ways. He supposed though if he really put thought into it that it made sense since a lot of earth animals and plants reproduced in many if not all the ways listed. Of course he shuddered at the mere thought of consuming one's parents to become an adult. He could see where Xanthor would relate it to Mass and while he was very uncomfortable with the idea of cannibalism, he knew other animals did it. Merrill fiddled with his journal before sighing, And your own specie? How do they make more? It wouldn't help him any with his work but it did help to get a look into the alien's mind. Well, energy? He really couldn't be counted to have a mind since he had no body to speak of. Merrill listened for a while before letting out a sigh, I'm a bit jealous. He admitted softly, Humans have to reproduce with a female and the very thought makes me ill. If we could reproduce any other way, I would take it. He wished he could admit other things he was jealous about. Like the simple fact wanting nothing more than to be able to touch and feel the man he had begrudgingly and not so begrudgingly become attracted to. It was strange though to think that the Xanthor he had come to be attracted to wasn't at all attached to the body. The being could leave anytime he wanted and wasn't that just a hard sock to the face. He felt like he had lost a mental game of fisticuffs with a larger opponent. He shook himself to shake the depressing thoughts off. It was silly of him to be so infatuated with this alien after only a few weeks of getting along. Although he was attracted to the man for months before that. Merrill played with different fluids he had collected from eggs, butchered animals. Sometimes pregnant animals were accidently butchered and his butcher had been kind enough to humor him with some of the fluid off of them. He peered into the microscope before fiddling with the sides some more. Weeks passed in a frenzy while he worked like mad on the perfect concoction. Xanthor didn't seem to mind being ignored but as Merrill worked he knew the alien was watching. God, could he not get the man...being out of his head? Is there a way to cut down the stimuli you receive so that it wouldn't be so painful? He asked, while he moved the crystal and metal incubation chamber into place. He did have some help with it. Murk had helped him with the pastes and wields that held the chamber together but he didn't mention it to Xanthor and the alien didn't seem to notice or care that he had some help. Merrill rubbed his eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well and his thoughts raced and worked. This project had quickly become one of the most important things. It had become an obsession. While he did long for the silence found in sexual intercourse, since that was the only time his mind quieted. He couldn't seem to get past just bouncing around the idea of taking care of it by a visit to a house of pleasure. After all, there wasn't exactly a quirky alien who reminded him of a hissing cat there. Merrill chuckled at the thought. Perhaps Xanthor's people had once looked like cats. With that thought he was pretty sure he was losing his damn mind or God had cursed him. Perhaps it was none of the above and he was sick just as the churches claimed. Maybe aliens were addictive and that was why they stayed away from undeveloped civilizations. Merrill sat down heavily in a chair and laid his head on the table. It was probably a sign he should slow down since his houseguests were starting to look rather worried. Hell, his neighbor had asked if he was alright and normally he found humans to be rather lacking in care for his personal health as long as he cranked out work. When had he become so cynical? He sat back up with a heavy sigh. He could totally understand why it was said that geniuses went insane. He was expecting a letter from his family any day now if they heard rumors of him acting 'overly eccentric'. When he went into manic spells like this before they threatened anything from marriage to institution. At least they had before he had his houseguests and they helped him through whatever he was working on. Now he couldn't get that solstice anymore without losing his peace at work. Was this blackmail? Perhaps but it wasn't like there were any dark secrets threatening to be revealed. I think it will be marriage this time. It has been a while since they threatened that one. Perhaps to that nice young duchess they found. We can have a whole bunch of children while a slowly hate myself and she eventually starts having sexual relations anyone she can find. He twirled his pen, The formula takes ten parts egg whites and six parts pig gel. It has the same viscosity as human liquid in the womb. Seems to be growing the pig fetus that the butcher gave me. Not that humans are pigs...well some are. In fact I believe we are closer to beasts than anyone wants to admit. Writing down his notes before he lost his train of thought, he sat back and stared at the ceiling. He did not want to go back to his houseguests.