Across the Universe Found

Science is a Wonderful Teeth Free Thing

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"You wish to do what?" The bafflement in the previously snobby medics voice was comical as he was also imitating a guppy at the same time. His eyes darting betwixt the three of us. I shook my head and absently rubbed my overly full belly.

The girls and I may have gone a tiny bit overboard sampling a universal breakfast, as opposed to a continental one. Seems we weren't the only species that partook of some version of eggs and bacon. So good, we all stuffed our faces with extreme excitement. Not even the looks of mild reproach at females behaving so slovenly managed to slow us down.  After all, we were still recovering from our anti-holiday with the Skinnies, and we hadn't been pickled in those sleep tanks just yet and what not.

"We wish to create an inject-able serum or serums, comprised of Shade and Shadows mating pertinent pheromones... preferably in as painless a delivery system as possible if it needs to be done frequently to maintain potency... what's hard to get about that?" I raise a brow, while I a place a hand on my hip as I sass it up by popping it out. The medic takes in my body language with a bit of alarm before looking to Shadow and Shade for help. They in turn merely seem amused by his predicament. But upon noting that he is not going to chill any time soon without some kind of intervention on their part, they turn to me with looks that seem to say, "Okay, stop tormenting the hapless medic, we need him in full possession of his faculties here." I gave them a disgruntled huff and motioned for them to take over if they were so much better at getting results. They smirked in unison and began rattling off a series of terms and formulas that meant absolutely diddly-squat to me. The medic developed an expression that was both shocked and impressed. He looked between the three of us again and clarified, "And this was the females idea?" The guys groaned in dismay as I gasped in affront. "Seriously?! Is that so shocking?! Thanks so much for that! Has someone of their species ever asked for such a thing before now? NO I didn't think so... So why is it such a leap to think it was me that came up with it?! 'Cause I'm a female? Or 'Cause I'm human? Either way you answer, YOU are the one who's gonna end up looking bad here buddy."

This medic I swear, it's like he just has a knack for foot-in-mouth attacks of the vocal cords. Or maybe what ever his kind are have no brain to mouth filters? It could happen I guess. One good thing is at least his mortification leads to a fire being lit under his butt real quick! Our genetic samples are collected and the dermal injector gun along with a multitude of treatment cartridges are produced in record time. The medic seems in awe of himself and his creations as he explains how this treatment could actually help more than just us, "There have been many cross species mating's that have failed due to an inability to create a long term pheromone based bond between the two. This idea? This will enable them to not only defend their bond, but prevent their mates from being taken from them by members of their mates own races based on archaic rules and laws they could not circumvent until now, simply because their mate's own body refused to hold their scent or pheromone markers." The medic looks like he should have stars in his eyes he's so excited. But from what he just said, I couldn't really blame him, it sounds like it really is a big deal.

It wasn't my intention to start some kind of revolution, but I can't say I regret it. I just hope it doesn't bite me on the tushie later ya know? Like I'd rather not have to deal with Prince Douchebaggistan, Warlord of Planet X who was banking on Princess Bootylicious, not being able to Mate-Bond with her honey-kins... Prince Ain't Gotsnomusckles. And then here I come along, making it possible. Eek, that'd be no bueno, to say the least. But no point in borrowing trouble. It is mainly a great thing that came out of me not wanting to get chomped on for likely no good reason. I mean I like a little bitey in the heat of the moment, but that's a bite much... see what I did there? I snicker to myself as I inner monologue all that, which draws the attention of the males who'd been patting each others back like it was their idea. Typical. I roll my eyes and thank the stars and the maker that science is a wonderful and teeth-free thing. 'Cause it certainly isn't a humble thing when it comes to these clowns. But I don't get vocally huffy about it. I actually don't want any credit for this. The less people that know it was my idea the better. Not wanting the theoretical douchy prince on my ass and all. Let him chase the snooty medic. I snicker again without meaning to, as the mental image of a chibi version of the lab-coated medic, who's species reminds me of a bit of a watered down anime devil, is chased hither and yon by another chibi douchy prince with a battle axe, or a flamboyant sword... that works too. But that didn't dilute the level arrogance one bit. His profession seemed a bit surprising as a result.