two to move my wife aside so that my breathing sacs do not smother her

where she lies sleeping with that ever so slight smile on her face that tells

me she is happy.

 

All six of my memberanes close to adjust to the earth light, so strong and unsubtle compared to my own world.. where the mornings are come gently

as the mass of an oolon maiden.. this light has the insensivity of a drunkard.

 

I set my fore claws deep into the plush carpet and roll my way into the kitchen.

A touch here and there and the doors of the feeding cabinet spring open, and the carcass with its metal hooks is exposed, releasing a faintly pleasant trail of particles  that tittilate my sense receptor.

 

I plunge my feeding hairs into the meat and run an eye over the newspaper, scanning the clumsy script for anamolies.

 

 At sixteen hundred hours I have an appointment with Garus for tweaking. I feel my hide coloring change perceptibly at the knowledge of a single unconnected hour of realignment. The difficulties of simulating human emtion cannot be understated.

 

The avatar is the highest achievment of the race, and the single factor that has brought the clotuymuge down from the stars. An entire fabricated personality based upon the sense-reception of the other.

 

The applications are outstounding.