That evening we were told that the next day my 'battle' would be after breakfast.
That's it. Nothing else.
So I go to bed with a busy mind thinking of all the possibilities for tomorrow.
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The next morning is glum and slow.
I make my way to the door. The girls turn to the cafeteria but I turn toward the gym.
"Where you off to again?"
"Gym. Bring me an Apple please"
"Sure thing."
I arrive at the gym or also known as the room we've been training at.
The door opens and I walk in but I don't get far when an alien punching a bag with his shirt off distracts me. He doesn't hear me enter, too fixated on beating the bag.
He's not even sweating. His hair is in it's usual neat bun. His chest is sprinkled with sparkles followed by an equally fit six pack. His back muscles controt with every move.
well damn
He looks like a warrior, or like every male model for kelvin klein.
"Ahm!" I walk in trying to look casual.
"Didn't hear you come in. Must have been too focused."
"Must have" eyes up. Be strong.
"Is there a reason you are here?"
"Just warming up" I start off by stretching and warming up.
Then I move to where he's standing.
"Spot me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind." I stand in a fighting position then punch the bag.
Oh.
My.
F**K!!
MY HAND! I THINK IT'S BROKEN! WE'LL NEED TO AMPUTATE IT!! SAVE ME!! IT'S OVER. I HAVE LOST A HAND! WHAT WAS THAT!? BRICKS!!?
On the outside my eye twitches. I put my hand to my chest and turn my back towards Zhor. My face turns to a look of pure pain but not a sound comes out.
I compose myself and turn back.
"You look distressed."
"Nah. Just broke my hand. The usual."
"We have some gravity straps for that. We feared that some equipment might be harder to use."
"Could have told me before I disintegrated my hand" I give him my hands where he wraps Luminescent white straps around my knuckles.
"We usually use them on Young Aliens who haven't gone through puberty yet"
i roll my eyes and walk back to the bag mumbling a shut up on my way.
"Did you just tell me to shut up?"
"Oh. It's a figure of speech. Sarcasm I think. I don't actually mean it I'm kind of teasing."
"So I don't have to shut up?"
"Nope" I punch the bag again but this time it feels like more force is pushed onto the bag as if a barrier separates my hand from connecting with the bag.
These are way better.
I continue punching while Zhor watches me. It's kind of nerve racking.
I push my hair out of my face for what I think is the hundredth time. I forgot my hair tie in the bathroom.
"I will assist you" before I can ask with what, I'm being prompted to the ground with Zhor behind me.
He starts braiding my hair. It's hard in the beginning but he seems to figure out a way to do it best. I just sit there on my knees in confusion.
He finishes what I think is a French braid but it's probably not called that here.
"Uhh...thank you" I turn to face him, still on my knees with him on he's butt but we're eye to eye.
"Thank you?"
"It's words said to show gratitude." Wait. So they just do stuff without 'thank yous'
"Do you know what please is?"
"Not necessairly." these people live dull sad lives.
"Please is said when you want something done. We say it to makes a person more susceptible to helping you out of the 'goodness' of their heart" wait. Why do we say please. 'It's manners' we are told but who was the first person to say 'no. I will not help you until you beg.'
He nods.
"On my planet we don't say thank you or please because we don't need to be asked to help. We help each other out of the goodness of our heart either way. We are a close community that give and help with no expectation of anything in return."
"Give? Like for free?"
"Nothing is for free if nothing needs to be paid for" I frown. What is this dude saying? Zhor probably sees how lost I am so he explains further.
"We have no currency. You don't need to buy anything because we already have everything and if you don't, we give it to you. We support each other. There is never anything lacking because non of us are selfish enough to keep it for ourselves."
Damn, he just made earth sound so... primitive.
My silver devise chimes interrupting my thought on how humans can be disappointing.
"On that note. Please accompany me to my death." I stand.
"Figure of speech?"
"Figure of speech" I confirm
***
Outlook- here we see more of Zhor's planet. How they live without currency. Do u think humans could do that in the future?
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