02 (video)

[goldfoot]

[She looks squarely at the camera. A very nonhuman face: gold fur, slitted eyes, and four large pointed ears. There seems to be some recent damage with small scrapes, the larger ones covered by bandages.] My appearance. Do you feel fear? Of unfamiliarity, or recognition.

If it is the former, then you need not tell me.

[A pause, as she seems unsure about the next topic. Her speech is slower, cautious and reserved.] Many species, many homeworlds. Many opportunities. My search is ongoing.

What is… expected of your species? Your gender. Your— caste. Your role, by design. Do you fulfill it, or do you rebel?

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[goldfoot]

Between—biracial? Hybrid? Your state is allowed in higher castes.

[deathwalker]

The castes are determined by who can manipulate which metal. Precious metals are the highest castes. Royalty if you will. I inherited silver from my mother.

If I hadn't I wouldn't have a place in the caste system and so, would be worth less than dirt...or humans.

Out of curiosity, what do you plan to do with this information.

[goldfoot]

Intercaste relationship. [This in particular seems to strike her, but she does not elaborate. She is also ignoring the other question out of interest for this topic.] Common in your culture?

[deathwalker]

[ He lets the question go. He's sure he'll figure out why eventually. The questions she asks are telling enough. ]
Ah, no. I wasn't clear earlier. I am a hybrid. Intercaste relationships are allowed to a degree. Interracial ones are illegal.

[goldfoot]

Hybrid. Similar genome or genetic modification?

[deathwalker]

[ Only one of those words makes sense. The rest is just....gibberish. ]
My apologies but I have no idea what you just asked.

[goldfoot]

[Right, there are more primitive species here...] Speak to my doctor, Nananea. Sa-marad. Red skin—four arms.

[deathwalker]

Why for? Can you not explain it yourself or are you being lazy.
[ Probably the latter. It's always the latter. ]