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[LordBucket]

You are on the planet Palma, a rather unassuming planet orbiting RV1273812 near the core of the Raveon Galaxy.

Your species has not invented cake. This makes you sad. Rumor on the rants & raves section of palma.AZ1273812.craigslist.org of the GalacticNet is that a species known as "hunams" has invented cake, and that they may be found on the third planet orbiting a yellow star known as Sol in the neighboring Milky Way galaxy.

You must have cake.




What is your designation?
Of which of the 17 primary genders do you consider yourself a member?
What one thing have you kept since you were a nestling?

[GreatWyrmGold]

Itody, Engineer
Zsar
A smooth rock. Nestlings aren't allowed much.

[Dariush]

Itody, Engineer
Zsar
Sanity

FTFY.

[LordBucket]

You are a Itody, one of the few nestlings of your batch who managed to retain your sanity all the way to near-adulthood.



Examining yourself in the olfactory reflector of your pod, you think to yourself that you're a very sweet-smelling zsar. You're not entirely sure why you haven't managed to find a post(1) and trumple(2) pair to generate protective mucus sacs with. But you're still a bit young to be heating up eggs anyway.

And you have more important things to do. Namely, procuring cake.

It's no surprise that your species hasn't invented cake yet. After all, you've barely developed faster-than light travel, and Palmanian technology is relatively primitive compared to most other races you're in contact with. Most Palmanians are still living in primitive floating fortresses above the ocean, and nearly ten percent of adults still have to do the work of robots just to maintain a properly functioning society!

The liquid flows from your right to left antenna briefly in disappointment. But you don't dwell on it. You have a mission.

What do you do?







1) The 5th gender
2) The 12th gender

[GreatWyrmGold]

Make a spaceship!

[LordBucket]

You vibrate into the walls(1) that you'd like build a spaceship. Immediately, several of your more helpfully-inclined neighbors come over with spare parts from their garage and help you get to work. One even brings a tureen of warm felkworm pus for everyone.



It's a nice gesture.

Unfortunately it's been years since any of you took the mandatory starship design class required before graduating second nest(2), and it takes a few hours of trial and error to get the quartz in the engines to vibrate evenly. But by the time you've finished, word of the project has spread, and another neighbor has towed over an old junker for you to scavenge parts from, provided that you call in the robo-recyclers to clean up afterwards. Apparently he's(3) been too lazy to make the call.

He also warns you that if you're going to use the plennipotistic ion array from his junker to keep the quartz engine from annihilating due to antimatter leakage, that you should probably oil it at least every couple thousand light years. It was always a bit delicate, he explains.

You assure him that you will, and you're able to finish the ship and get it flying before the second lunar eclipse of the day.



What do you do?





1) While Palmanians possess a tail, one eye, one mouth and three ears(4) the native Palmanian language is communicated via microwaves generated by the antenna rather than soundwaves generated by the throat. Most floating fortresses are built of material that propogates microwaves over a short distance, allowing anyone to easily communicate with others over a couple hundred feet. On the surface of the planet, you'd have to yell to be "heard" at that distance, and it's unpleasant to vibrate that loudly.

2) You never understood why your teachers insisted that everyone needed to know how to build starships. You always wanted to be a public vibrator(5) and never thought it would be useful. You barely passed the class.

3) Unfortunately this forum thread is being written in English rather than vibrated in Palmanian. He/she/it are insufficient pronouns to adequately describe the 17 Palmanian genders, so "he" will have to do for now. And incidentally, that particular neighbor was a member of the 3rd gender, just like you. So don't get any ideas. You don't generate mucus sacs that way.

4) The third is on the back of the head.

5) As in someone who vibrates in Palmanian. Not what you were thinking.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Fly to Earth, try not to crash.