Splatoon: The Last Human

Studying the Present: Part 1

I sat on the bench, thumping my leg up and down, thinking about the quest I had set up for myself. I thought for a while, but all came back the same, language. Language is one of the strongest pillars of humanity and the most important to human life. We have created so many styles, some were old, and others were new. Some of these languages were forgotten in time or have never discovered. With this idea, I concluded that I must start with the writing of this species.

I broke from my hypnosis and looked over at the two kids sitting next to me. They were silent throughout the whole walk here and gave a worried expression across their faces. I understood why the entire burial was calm, even the winds and insects who lurked in the night stood silent as if they didn't want to disturb the downhearted funeral. I wasn't the most significant person when it comes to comforting it was my biggest weakness. I never liked sultry moods or when tears rolled down someone's face, but I didn't want to leave them in this state.

"Hey," I said, gathering their attention as they looked at me with questionable eyes. "There's nothing to wor-" I stopped as I remembered that they couldn't understand me. Sure, I had those drawings, but it wouldn't make any sense as it would be a bunch of awkward stick figures. I needed to figure out where to start. I looked around, examining the park until I looked at the people that I realized that they are in a modern age or that is what I assumed as they dress weirdly, the future could've just killed any sense of fashion. But if this is the modern age that would mean museums have been created and hold as much knowledge, then it already has in store. I'm killing two birds with one stone; I'm getting to learn their language as well as their origins.

My heart thumped with excitement but an uncomfortable feeling had set in my mind. Museums held a mix of knowledge, both young and old, which means that I will be learning about this species but also finding humanity's technology and their remains. I felt hesitation, but I could not let this pass when it's sitting there on a golden platter. I purged those thoughts away and needed to focus on the tasks ahead, no matter how disturbed I get. All I need is the location, and my journey will begin. I got up and was ready to set out.

After I had used some drawings for directions and wandering around like a lost puppy I've finally made it to my destination. The museum was not as big as old museums, but the exterior was still the same. Pristine windows covered all sides of the building. The walls coated with white stones with the roof held up by pale columns with marble statues forever standing in place. This place gave me a nostalgic feeling of old human buildings except this one was covered in graffiti.

There wasn't a single soul to be spotted, but I didn't question it at the time. I just walked to the front, grabbed the handle, pushed down on it as gently as I could, and realized it was locked. The handle wouldn't budge, and I stood there in pure disappointment. I wasn't angry or upset, just disappointed that I took all that time of miscommunication, wandering around, and showing random people and the kids a bunch of stick figures. I was now back to square one.

I gave a deep sigh of defeat, but as I turned, I was met with a red-haired female figure, and I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw her. "Enatonoi oitoti'ne matotoji matajide etiena Tatijimatatidi ta'otade nadedeti," She said, giving a puzzled look as if she was examining me. "Nidaene enaide enatonoi?" sadly, I couldn't give her an answer to a question I didn't understand. Luckily, the light purple-haired girl had caught her attention as if they were acquainted with each other.

I didn't bother listening to their conversation since I wouldn't be able to understand them. The redhead gave the girl an understanding look and turned to me "Dyedjajijidji, bapi buojabadja fazi Zaojabaojazuoja," My life has now become the guy who gives people confused looks. The younger girl behind her snickered and got her attention again; then the older girl stood there looking at me once with a slight embarrassed look crossing her face.

She cleared her throat and what she said took me by surprise, "Hello, my name is Tamara." I didn't expect anyone to speak any human languages I had thought they were all lost in the deep blue seas. "It's good to meet you, Tamara, my name is Hayden," I said as I stretched out my hand for a shake which she gladly accepted.