"And my name is Ms. Aura, Mr. Markus, welcome to New Terra," she told him, waving her wing in an all too human gesture towards one of the windows, which showed that they were no orbiting high above a world that looked to be an exact duplicate of the pictures of Old Home Terra you remember from your ancient history books.
"There are so any reasons why I can't be looking at what I'm seeing right now, not the least of which is that Old Home Terra was destroyed when Sol went nova back in twenty-seven- fifty-three," you tell them as the straps holding you down are loosened by a few of your new associates. They have just finished explaining some of their history to you, from how they ‘acquired' human tech left on Old Terra and then came to this world, inserting human DNA into the biosphere using a time machine acquired on Earth, and since forbidden by human governments.
"As I've told you, Corrin, despite the similarities that is not Earth, at least not the one your people remember. We made it a bit different from that place by infusing human DNA into more natural species," explains Ms. Aura again as you begin to rub the raw parts of you wrists, which are red from you attempts upon first waking up to break your bonds. You are then handed you belt with weapon holster, and put it on immediately.
"So how long until I can be sent home?" you ask as you straighten your shirt, which seriously smells like it needs some cleaning after you were visiting certain sites on the Multidimensional Terminal before being sucked through a wormhole.
"Well I don't know. Some of the guys in the tech division were responsible for this mishap, and so they're working on how to fix it, but until they do you're going to be living with me so that I can keep an eye on you," says the avian woman, who is the only one to speak to you like a person since your arrival at this end of the universe. The others look at you with either revered awe or disgust, depending on what they know about humans.
"Wait a second, what do you mean living with you? Why can't I just stay here until the big brains with little sense figure out how to send me home?" you ask her as you follow her through the halls of the ship orbiting New Terra.
"Because, this ship was not designed to accommodate your kind, and it simply isn't a place where you can live," she tells you as you walk behind her.
"And New Terra is? You told me they eat each other down there!" you exclaim at her back. You are well aware that she says she's average height for her planet, and she's at least 16 centimeters taller than you if you include her wing tips.
"Yes they do, but you area human, and according to our records you conquered a planet full of species like that, using sticks and sharpened stones, and according to you you're much more developed now" she points out to you, and your hand shoots to the holster on your hip holding a standard issue dueling pistol, which could probably blow a hole in the ship if you wanted it to.
"So then I live with you until they can send me home?" you ask her as you arrive at your destination, a room with small circular pads on the floor with a raised console built in front of each one.
"If they can send you home. It may not be possible, and if it isn't then you have to learn to survive," she tells you as she punches a few buttons on one console and then motions for you to stand beside her, instantly you are caught up in a flash of light and are suddenly standing in a room that seems to come straight out of the history books of Old Terra. Everything from the TV to the couch looks like something found in an American home of the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries.
"Mom, who's that?"asks a smaller version of you hostess who waddles up to her and then is picked up in why you remember your mother picking you up.
"He's a visitor from out of town son. Do you remember those history lessons I gave you about our people and global domination?" she asks the boy, quite calmly considering what it is she just said. The boy nods his head as his mother points to you.
"Well this man is a human. Something bad happened in orbit and he ended up here. They should have finished making him an identity by now, so why don't we see what you're listed as, shall we?" she asks, moving towards an old Personal Computer Terminal, something else that is straight out of the human past. A few keystrokes later you see her pull up a file with your name, age, weight, blood type, and disturbingly, your nutritional facts, along with a species of...
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