u/General_Alduin

I swear this isn't just Whoopsies all predators

For this one, everything goes like normal for history, until the Farsul and Kolshian come across the Krakotl. Instead of opportunistic piscovores, the Krakotl are obligate carnivores that make fish half of their diet and can't be cured otherwise they'll die

Now, would the Federation come to its senses and reconsider it's stances on meat eating and predators? Of course not!

But what to do about the Krakotl? Well that's easy! Gently teach teach them at gun point how red meat is vile and predators are evil. Problem solved until they can figure out how to genetically modify the Krakotl into being herbivores

Except, every species the Federation comes across are obligate carnivores. Worse, they all have predatory traits that the Federation can't explain away. So to put a temporary solution on the problem, they push them into becoming piscovores and convince each species that predators are evil, except those that eat fish because fish are lesser creatures so it doesn't count, and that predator disease comes from eating meat that doesn't come from fish, while also convincing them that other predators still want to eat them

So the Federation has a bizarre hybrid of its canon ideology that teaches that piscovores are just fancy prey, while desperately trying to figure out how to cure everyone without starving them to death

Then of course the Federation comes across the Arxur, and they'll die if they only eat fish, but Betterment has to convince them that piscovores aren't actually predators so don't count as sapient, so it's ok to eat them, while in the background both Betterment and the Shadow Caste are trying to find a way to make everyone into herbivores

The Federation artificially homogenizes its client states in order to make control and conformity easier. Wiping away an entire culture is difficult, even with indoctrination and rewriting of history, so the best way to accomplish it is through relentless bullying

The Federation is unlikely to shame the generations born before the Federation into compliance, but the next generations will grow up ashamed of their culture and heritage, embracing the Federation more than their forefathers did in an attempt to be accepted and considered useful, and they will teach their children the same thing, causing a positive feed back loop for the Federation

Once a species becomes useful to the Federation in some way, then the bullying will stop and the history books will be rewritten to make it seem that everyone loved the uplifting and embraced the Federation and it's culture because it's so much more superior and the only way to live, and the bullying is covered up

It's quite ingenious if you think about it and really parallels colonialism

Going through my drafts because now we have a limit

For this one, it's essentially Whoopsies! All Puppies! Except instead of everyone turning into children, everyone turns into predators. Everyone are now obligate carnivores who will die without animal products (even for former omnivores), gain fangs, sharp claws, forward facing eyes, grow in size and strength, and attuned hunting instincts for their species (with the most notable being the Venlil gaining noses and a powerful sense of smell), but the Arxur stay the same

Obviously everyone freaks out and can't explain how or why this happened, and the Dominion is in a bind because, even if they can explain away eating fellow true sapients, they now need to give their cattle an already low supply of meat, defeating the whole purpose of the farms, while the Federation has zero infrastructure for attaining animal products and still has a cultural stigma against it, so there's going to be a massive famine soon

And in the middle of all, humans show up completely oblivious to what's going on (with many thinking that they had something to do with it), but now they're essentially the only hope the Federation and Dominion have to not collapse and starve

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony and takes place after this side story for anyone confused)

Hey everyone, it's Kerii again, now with an actual bleat account! And it's legal because I'm an android, not a bot, completely different

Mostly I made this to check out the Republics social media and interact with the wider populace, but that might have to wait

I was curious and started doing some research into the Federations robotics and AI. I've been told Sol is more advanced, and I wanted to see just how advanced we were

Fair to say... I find myself concerned. The Federation doesn't even have *drones*. Not even consumer drones, Sol had that a hundred years ago

I'm appaled that the most advanced robots and AI I've found is decades behind what Sol has now, and the concept of a Positronic Brain isn't so much as a theory, meaning the Federation utilizes primitive avenues for computation and the most advanced computers are room sized

Lastly, this may be biased, but androids are considered unfeasible and relegated to fantasy and science fiction

So I've decided to do a reversal of my live stream and instead ask the public a question: Why? Why is robotics, automation, and AI not much more advanced than Sol despite being a thousand years old? Why has an organization made up of hundreds of world and trillions of people not dedicate even a fraction of its capability to these fields? Why, in the midst of a horrific forever war, has the Federation not created automated forces that won't feel fear and help protect people? Wouldn't the war nit be as terrible and come to a swifter end if the Federation used it's more advanced technology and economic foundation to create advanced automated armies, maybe even attacking Betterment directly? Or even just to help society in noncombat roles?

I don't mean this to be offensive or extoll a sense of Sol superiority, but I just can't fathom the shocking lack of investment in robotics and was hoping for some help to understand

Hello roleplayers, I'm a 25 year old male with 11 years of experience living in the EST time zone. I consider myself semi lit and my main platform is Discord.

Today I'm looking for a fantasy roleplay set in one of my own worlds. The plot will be the typical fantasy plot of battling an existential threat(s) to the world.

I plan to begin this roleplay in the early phase of the adventure. More specifically, the party is currently looking for a child of an important noble and recruits your character to help look for them.

I don't like controlling people's characters, but I do ask for a few things: that they're not part of the typical civilized races (as in humans, elves, dwarfs, gnomes, genassi and the like), I want them to be more monstrous or exotic in nature, that they're female, and that they have psionic abilities.

In spite of the war and horrific atrocities the Arxur carried out on the Federation, at the end of the day the Arxur were just as enslaved by the Federation as everyone else

Betterment was controlled opposition and never did anything that could displease the Shadow Caste, otherwise they'd be crushed by the Federation if they started getting uppity

The Arxur were a highly specialized vassal species like the Keakotl. They didn't enforce the Federations rule, not directly, but kept as an existential threat for the Federation states to stay in line and make control easier, as well as allow war profiteering for the elites and carry out unpopular policies in the name of waging the war

It's triply sad for the Arxur because, despite probably being given the most amount of independence to carry out their work, they were enslaved by Betterment on top of it and seen as monsters after the war, with no one quite understanding the Arxur were enslaved like everyone else

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony for anyone confused)

In a shocking development, a human Venlil pair from the exchange program has made the first recorded stable fourth dimensional object.

**Video attached of a Hispanic female human and a light gray and white female Venlil holding a case with a refracting and shimmering cube**

The exchange partners, a human named Daniella Mariano, a mathematician belonging to the burgeoning field of higher dimensional mathematics in Sol, and Vesery, a theoretical physicist stationed on the Stars Reach research station, a station currently dedicated to investigating how subspace trails interact with dark matter, decided to try their hand at creating a fourth dimensional object after Vesery read recent reports on the Athena Institutes experiment.

Daniella believed that the objects quick dissipation was due to being made of Unbinilium, which is only stable under high gravitational forces, rather than being fourth dimensional, and that a regular heavy element, like lead, could work instead.

After the two looked over the experiments findings, they proposed that the elemental composition of the object wasn't what was important, but rather the process of squeezing the object under intense gravitational forces and subjecting it to subspace energy was what led to the change in it's dimensional structure.

This removed the experiments prohibitively expensive nature due to not needing to create or maintain an object made of a highly unstable element, and the two made preparations for their own experiment.

Vesery got permission from the station's administrator to bring Daniella onboard and to use some of the station's resources, albeit under supervision. The two spent a whole paw crushing the lead cube and subjecting it to subspace energy before it finally became fourth dimensional, with the proposal that their inability to subject the lead cube to fusion is what led to the longer gestation period, and has so far remained stable.

Further, despite initial fears that a fourth dimensional object could convert anything it touches to a higher dimension, likely killing anyone it converted, the cube hasn't converted anything it has touched, with the added observation that it's difficult for it to even interact with three dimensional objects.

It's too early to tell what potential applications this experiment has or if others will try the experiment themselves, but the Athena Institute and many Venlil scientists have declared it is the start of higher dimensional engineering, opening a new world of possibilities.

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony and takes place after this side story for anyone confused)

Stream begins with a Skalgan with white fur and black dots wearing a white buttoned down sitting at a desk in what looks like a conference room, Dayside City clear behind him. He Flicks his lefter and raises his right arm to wave. "Hello citizens of the Venlil Republic! My name is Kerii, and as the title says, I'm an android made in Sol. In fact, im widely considered the most advanced android made in Sol."

Kerii grabs a tablet and turns it to face the camera, showing a recent news report by Prime News on his reveal at Star River University. "Some of you may know me already, well, perhaps many of you, for my recent unveiling, and at the behest of the UN, Talos Industries, and professor Torin, I've decided to do a stream for you all. I was originally going to do this on Bleat, but it asked me if I was a bot and I couldn't lie."

Kerii laughs. "Just kidding, I figured a stream would be better to talk to people and prove I am who I say I am. You can ask me questions, say hello, or just chat if you want. Oh, and to prove I'm an android for the uninformed," Kerii rolls up his sleeve, taps his shoulder twice, and peels off his arm to reveal the synthetic muscle and mechanical skeleton underneath. "Will probably do the whole stream like this so no one thinks I'm lying. I'm sorry if it upsets you. With that said, let's get started!" Keriis ears do a happy wiggle.

This ideas been in my head for a few days and I wanted to write it out. Even kinda got me back into Detroit Become Human again

Originally, I was going to end it here, but I thought it might be interesting to expand it a few more chapters

Link to Nature of Harmony for any newcomers

Wonderful fanart by u/Lizrd_demon: https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/OJzxuOOAX3, https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/9IFwoupY9e

I also have my very own video meme

Side stories: [A Talk Between Siblings](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/yHDeomctAd), Tuvans First Birthday, The Vow, The Trials and Tribulations of Siffy, Hamony if Nunatyres, Beginning of Harmony, Fedbrains vs Brickbrain, Why is Tuvan Biting You?, The Ugly Arxur, The New Arrival

Come join the Discord, we have blackjack and hookers.

Thanks to SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

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This is a sequal to Fedbrains vs Brickbrain

**Memory Transcription Subject: Torin, Engineering Professor for Star River University*

Date [Standardized Human Time]: November 12, 2136

‘Brahk this!’

I seethed angrily, my tail lashing with annoyance.

It had been a few paws since my ill-fated protest at the predator's den, and I had unfairly gotten into a heap of trouble for it.

The dean of the university had been furious with me for setting up and leading the protest with many of the university's students, saying he had been on the phone for claws trying to smooth things over with our compromised federal and local governments and whatever anarchic bloodsport passed for the predator's government.

To prove I wouldn't present a threat to the predator infestation, I was forced to host one of their ‘roboticists' and their murder machines in my class, or else I'd be fired. Worse, they were a brahking gray. A gray! The Dean was *stupid enough* to allow a gray onto campus!

*‘Or perhaps he's trying to kill me…’* I thought bitterly, ignoring the sudden surge of anxiety, knowing grays could smell fear.

Unsurprisingly the university was near vacant, with many students and professors coming down with an inexplicable illness or sudden emergency they had to tend to. I was tempted to come down with my own illness, or choose to quit before the dean fired me, but my family couldn't exactly afford to be bereft of an income with the recession our spehbrained governor started.

*‘Then again, it'd be worse if my family didn't have me…’*

I shook my head of those thoughts, I wouldn't die. I had five Exterminators with me, was wearing armor, and had a gun in case that savage gave into its bloodlust. It wouldn't get anywhere near me before the Exterminators put it down.

*‘You forget their murder machines.’*

They may have more advanced robotics, but the machines are stupid and probably poorly built. That bot that arrested me is probably the pinnacle of their civilization.

*‘It dispersed an entire herd by itself and used novel weaponry.’*

The Exterminators aren't like us: they're resilient, brave, and highly trained. They could handle the predators automatons without issue.

*‘Last I checked, metal doesn't burn.’*

Then I'll run and be vindicated.

*‘You don't think predators built their murder machines to hunt down prey? Poorly built they may be, they're tireless.’*

I have a gun.

*‘Machines don't bleed...’*

I jumped and bleated in alarm as the door to my class opened, each of the Exterminators jumping towards the threat with their flamethrower.

A sudden surge of fear swelled my body before I realized it was a white furred Skalgan with a smattering of black dots across them. They were wearing a gray pelt over their hips and a white pelt with buttons and a collar over their torso, short sleeves leaving most of their arms exposed.

They stopped in place and stared at us with green eyes, clearing their throat. “Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you all.” Their ears rolled. “I was sent ahead to tell you Tansvey will be arriving soon.” Nobody moved. “Can you all put down your flamethrowers?”

“It's a pred-” An Exterminator started.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” The Skalgan waved dismissively. “He's a predator, I'm well aware. I know you won't believe me if I tell you he has no desire to hunt, so instead I'll tell you that he's already eaten. I have a video if you don't believe me.” The Skalgan pulled out a holopad.

The Exterminators shared a look. “That won't be necessary. But tell your gray that the moment it steps out of line, makes a move at us, if it so much as looks at us the wrong way, we’ll do our duty and bathe it in fire.” The lead Exterminator growled.

“Fine, but do refrain from calling him a gray, it's considered extremely racist back home.” The Skagan retreated, allowing all of us to relax and catch our breath.

That didn't last long as there was a knock on the door, everyone staring at it with anticipation as it opened up a crack. “I'm coming in now.”

I took the precious scratches I had to creep away to the other side even more to out distance between me and that beast, the door finally opening up to reveal a creature from our nightmares.

The monster towered over us, towered over even a regular gray, wearing tattered rags and that ridiculous reflective helmet the grays often wore on Skalga, its razor sharp claws clutching the door and a holopad as it sized us up hungrily. I noted the orange pigment and primitive red designs across its arms that it used to try and lull us into a false sense of security, pretending it had an understanding of art.

“Morning,” It turned its head towards the empty seats, disappointed it had nothing to hunt. “I did come on time, yes?”

“On the dot.” The Skalgan answered, hauling in video equipment.

“Figured it'd be sparse but I thought at least someone would've wanted to see some robots.” It rambled on. “I'm coming over now.”

“Stand behind the podium and don't move from it, predator.” An Exterminator growled.

“Tansvey will be fine.” It stalked towards us, forcing me to clutch my tail to keep it from curling around my leg and letting this beast see I was the weakest one here. It stopped at the podium and linked its holopad with my board, bringing up some presentation while the Skalgan set up a camera.

“Hey, you, professor,” The Skalgan turned toward me. “Help me link up with your university's network so we can stream.” I did nothing, just standing still. “Well? Get your ass down here or I'll go to your boss and tell him you were a bad host.” I shot the Skalgan a dirty look as I scurried over, my eyes never leaving the gray. It took us a moment, but soon we set up a stream and got it connected with my university's social page. “We’re live.”

“Ah, very good,” My ear twitched when I heard the monster growl lightly, clearly barely keeping control over its bloodlust. “Welcome everyone joining us, whether they be a part of this university or a curious guest, my name is Tansvey and I’m the head of the Advanced Robotics department at Talos Industries.”

“Advanced at what? Killing?” I called out.

The gray slightly turned its head towards me. “No, my department handles state of the art robotics, mainly handling prototypes and machine learning.”

“Machjne learning huh? I ran into one of your murder machines at the shelter a few paws back, it was almost as dumb as one of your kind.”

“Hey!” The Skalgan snapped his head towards me.

“Kerii, it's fine.” The gray said. “Your remarks about Solarian Arxur notwithstanding, you likely interacted with a security bot if you were at the local shelter. Security bots aren't meant to be highly intelligent or have good social skills, they're meant for security purposes.”

“How convenient.”

“I assure you it's the truth. I'll even show you,” It turned towards the door. “Mattis, can you please come in?” The Exterminators swiveled around towards the door to see if Mattis was another gray, but relaxed when they saw it was a robot that walked in, and admittedly this one looked friendlier. In fact they even looked like a robotic Venlil? “This is Mattis, our first successful robot made to appeal to Federation sensibilities and has been designed with greater social skills than the average. We’re hoping her line can interface with Federation citizens as middlemen with the Federation and UN.”

The bot clunkily signed hello with its tail. “Hello everybody.”

“Kerii, can you show the dear off? They won't let me leave the podium.”

“Sure sure.” Kerii said with some annoyance, walking over to the Venbot. The gray spoke at length about its features and design process as Kerii directed the bot and showed it off.

When that was done, they directed another bot to come inside, this one wielding for flesh ripping arms and wearing a ridiculous white hat. For the next half a claw, the two brought in and showed off a wide assortment of different machines, ranging from brutish ugly things, beautiful works of art, some tentacle thing I barely understood, and even a smart toaster.

By the end of it, I had to admit that the predator's collection was indeed impressive.

‘Which is exactly what it wants!’

The predators had brought in the best bots in order to trick us into thinking they were as intelligent as prey! All this was a fancy illusion!

I couldn't let this farce of a lecture go any longer, I needed to point out the obvious flaws to unravel the whole thing before too many people were fooled.

‘But how? What flaw did the gray leave that I could use? How can I upend this charade?’

I looked at each of the bots, studying them for anything I could use. My eyes stopped when they reached the Venbot, and I remembered the predator's spiel about it. It was trying to showcase how intelligent and social it was.

“Hold it,” I newly had a heart attack as the gray turned towards me, stopping its lecture about some ball robot. Kerii watched me with clear disdain as I went over to the Venbot, standing in front of it as it stared past me. “This Venbot you have here, you said it's supposed to have good social skills and interface with us.”

“That is true, yes.”

“And you really think this thing can put anyone at ease?” I waved a hand in front of it, which she ignored. “You call this good social skills?” I pushed the bot which stumbled around for a moment, Kerii rushing forward and grabbing it before it fell.

“Don't push her, she's fragile.”

“Why? Because you think that it will fit in with us better?”

“No, we’re working with a new body plan, we need to train the software to navigate Venlil bodies first before we start adding weight.”

“Don't bother, none of your bots could ever fool prey. You predators fundamentally lack socialization and cooperation, you could never design a computer to do it.”

“I disagree.”

“Yeah? If prey can't make robots like that, what makes you think you savages could?”

“Because we’ve already built them.”

“I already told you your Venbot-”

“Not Mattis. Sol has long been working on androids and making them passable as organic beings.”

“Prove it.” I said, challenging the predator's bluff.

The gray said nothing, looking to the podium for a scratch. “Alright, I was going to wait until the end of the lecture, but fine.” It turned to Kerii. “Kerii, if you would?”

“You sure? It's a bit early.”

“The professor says he wants proof, so give him proof.”

“Fine with me.” Kerii let go of the Venbot.

“What are you two blabbering-” I stopped Kerii rolled up his left sleeve and tapped his shoulder twice, proceeding to peel off his own skin!

I resisted the urge to wretch as the Exterminators tensed up, all of them eying the gray before it went into a blood frenzy.

I gasped when I saw the muscles weren't orange like I was expecting, but white, and his skeleton wasn't a skeleton at all, clearly being made of black metal.

When he was done, he held up his left arm, moving his fingers and arm in a wide range of motions, the not muscle tensing and flexing with his movements. “Hello, I am Kerii, an AX class Skalgan android.”

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony for anyone confused)

Recently, a a q&a hosted by Tiyaval, famous for the viral video of him eating a salad and his unique family life, on Bleat has recently resulted in the accidental reveal of a 4th dimensional object that Sol made four Earth years ago.

It started when his wife, Merereen, commented on the post and started talking with a user. She listed examples of the fields where Sol is more advanced than the Federation despite being at a disadvantage in regards to population, size, and time being FTL capable.

One of these examples was said 4fh dimensional object which she casually mentioned. Some users saw her comment and tried looking through the UN data dump and share her comment. Despite the extensive nature of the UN data dump, there was no mention of a 4th dimensional object, and many thought Merereen was misinformed or lying.

That was until a UN spokesperson revealed that Sol did create a 4th dimensional object, albeit contested. They revealed that, while it wasn't exactly being hidden, the UN didn't wish to advertise it due to the experiments controversial nature and contested findings. Afterwards, the UN added documentation on the experiment and its result.

**Video showing an experiment involving a cube bathed in blue lighty that suddenly starts shimmering and refracting for twenty seven seconds before it dissolves completely**

Despite accusations of being a fake, experts of video forensics and special effects have been unable to debunk it, with many confirming its authenticity.

Details are scarce, but according to the new data, the experiment was carried out by the Athena Institute, a think tank located in the Sanctuary, that wanted to prove the existence of 4th dimensional space and give a proof of concept for higher dimensional engineering.

The logs show that they accomplished this by making a small cube made out of Unibinilium, considered one of the most stable super heavy elements for its seconds long half life, kept in a rigid state by high gravitational forces similar to those found in Neutron Stars, then bathed in subspace energy and Tritium for attempted fusion. After a claw, the cubes state changed and briefly became 4 dimensional before dissipating completely. Despite this, the scientists running the experiment managed to capture some of the atoms for study, and found they do not behave like normal atoms and have even become stable without outside forces, suggesting that their state has fundamentally changed though not necessarily remain 4th dimensional.

However, many within Sol have contested the findings, and the experiment was ultimately declared inconclusive due to being unable to study the object for a significant length of time. This carries over into the Venlil Republic scientific community who has similarly challenged the UNs findings, and some propose running the experiment the same way the UN has to see its viability, with some claiming they will disprove the predators deception or primitive superstitions.

However, the experiment was expensive, and not many have or are willing to lend the resources necessary, with the UN itself cautioning against doing the experiment on celestial bodies due to the fear of accidentally creating Strange Matter .

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony for anyone confused)

Hello Bleat, my wife convinced me I had to do this. For those that don't know, I'm Tiyaval, yes that Solarian Arxur that ate that solid that one time, but thankfully people are starting to know me as the husband of a Skalgan and the father of 3 wonderful children

I was hesitant to do this, especially since I've already faced racism and threats to my life on here, but Merereen convinced me it was necessary, that I needed to use my newfound fame to help people, including our children, and clear up misconceptions about us and Sol, that some people will listen to me

So, with my family's support, I'm throwing myself out there and urging anyone to ask me anything you want to know, and I'll answer as honest as I can and to the best of my ability. However, I can and will not discuss where the Sanctuary is or what its full name is

So, ask me anything

Considering the Federation pushes the narrative that prey are peaceful and essentially defenseless, having to admit that, for most plants, herbivores eating them is an exploitative relationship rather than mutually beneficial, much like predators eating prey, which will make people ask questions and give more nuance towards nature, especially if they have to acknowledge a plants weapons are meant to be warded against herbivores rather than carnivores

You could make the argument that the Federation teaches that plants aren't *really* alive and shouldn't be considered or respected as such, but that seems like a stretch, especially with how amazing plants can be and that they'll probably be some of the first complex life to evolve

So instead, the Federation might teach that plants *want* to be eaten. They'll use fruit and pollinators as evidence, stating that all plants want herbivores to eat them so herbivores can disperse their seeds or get pollinators, and these plants won out in evolution by developing the best way to attract herbivores to do exactly that

They could also teach that, instead of plant evolving defenses to ward off herbivores, they evolved for the benefit *of* herbivores to use against predators, because obviously plants want herbivores to disperse seeds, and that can't happen if predators eat all the prey, so they evolved to help herbivores in mutual symbiosis against predators and the threat they pose to the ecosystem

(This is set in the world of my fic Nature of Harmony for anyone confused)

A trend has been sweeping the Venlil Republic and United Nations after the recent rescue of Savani and her family by Captain Isif.

During the rescue, Isif, while hiding with two of Savanis children from Exterminators and local law enforcement, comforted them by revealing he was hiding a small patch in the likeness of the Superman shield, the symbol of a popular and influential superhero in Sol (even widely considered the first superhero), in a chest compartment of his armor, which he technically wasn't supposed to have, saying his mother gave it to him.

To explain, Superman's shield is a red and yellow diamond emblazoned with a stylized S, a letter in the English alphabet, in its center. It's the symbol that Superman proudly wears on the chest of his costime, the family crest of Superman's biological family the House of El, a prominent political family on Krypton, Superman's homeworld that was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

When prompted, Isif explained to Savanis children what it was and what it meant: the shield is the Kryptonian symbol of hope, resilience, and courage, and rather dorkily clarified this specific iteration of the shield belonged to Superman of 2107 to 2129, saying it was the shield he grew up with and thus had a special connection to him. After briefly listing some of Superman's many abilities for Savanis children, Isif revealed that, whenever he gets scared, he would place a hand to his chest to remind himself of the shield and gain courage in doing so. After giving them the shield, he told them to do the same and helped them to calm down before leaving their hiding spot and escaping.

Since then, both Isif and Savanis pov videos of the rescue have racked up over 4 billion views between the two of them, which continues to steadily rise. The moment is widely considered the true highlight of the rescue by both the Venlil Republic and UN, and searches for 'Superman' has become the number 1 trending topic among the UNs data dump and Venlil Republic internet, and according to some sources, the UN hotline is becoming clogged with requests for more information on Superman.

DC Comics, the company that has historically owned the rights to Superman, has made a statement praising Isif for his heroism and conduct during the rescue, stating that Isif truly exemplified Superman's values and character, further promising to create a Justice League comic set on Venlil Prime which is set to be some of the first Solarian media to be distributed in the Venlil Republic.

It wasn't long before refugee centers across the Venlil Republic began to paint the Superman Shield on their buildings or in their area, alerting many to the Solarians surprising stockpiles of paint and art supplies. Wishing to do the same, many Venlil citizens managed to get their hands on said supplies and paint the shield across the Republic, with the shield becoming a prominant sight in Dayside City. Further, many have resorted to creating their own makeshift Superman shields due to lack of shipping to and from Sol, wearing or displaying them prominently.

Further, according to some Solarian based publications, a similar trend is said to be happening all across Sol, most prominently among the Sanctuary, the state founded by thr Solarian Arxur, even earning a mention in a statement by the Inheritors, the Sanctuarys heads of state.

However, may have criticized the shield for belonging to predator cultures and liked by a Solarian Arxur, bekieving it will corrupt Venlil culture and morals, or have otherwise derided it and Superman as predatory deception meant to lull prey into a false sense of security and trust the UN. Many Exterminator offices have publicly made statements warning residents that anyone seen embracing the shield may suffer from Predator Disease, or otherwise warning against embracing predator culture, with most of these accounts and statements harassed by online skalgans.

Others have even taken to violently attacking or accosting people with the shield, and many shields seen around the Venlil Republic have been defaced or even burned by disgruntled individuals and groups.

In spite of this, the popularity of Superman and his shield among the Veblil Republic has only continued to grow, causing a noticeable increase in positive views and opinions regarding Sol and it's inhabitants.

I have to preface this that I'm not alcohol or biology expert

So we all know the Venlil need a high alcoholic content in order to get intoxicated, but humans can only make spirits by distilling alcohol because the yeast will die once the alcohol content gets too high, and it took a long time to figure out how to distill spirits in the first place

While we don't know for sure if Skalgas equivalent of yeast is as fragile or when the Venlil figured out how to make spirits, I doubt Venlil before spirits would've had enough alcoholic percentage to get easily drunk. They'd probably have to drink a lot more to feel it's effects

The Arxur are obligate carnivores, meaning they'll have a much harder time digesting the sugars of alcohol, and I've looked and there's no way to make a meat based alcohol, so it seems unlikely alcohol would've been a part of their societies

So that leaves them with one other option: getting high. We already know ancient humans got high, so it's not much if a leap for Venlil and Arxur to do the same (and the Venlil may be especially vulnerable, their bodies do process coffee efficiently), and since alcohol would be inefficient for Venlil and not an option for Arxur, it makes sense they would seek it out as an alternative source for intoxication

And in the Arxurs case, I could see them making their own version of alcohol based around these sources that get an Arxur high over getting them drunk

Yes I really made this, no I'm not drunk

Here it is, folks! Another HDs NoH crossover ficnap!

Short chapter today, just wanted to set everything up and give poor Leasha a heart attack

No problems will arise from this at all!

Credit goes to u/XSevenSins, author of Human Daycare Services and it's sequal. Give then a read, they're very good

Consider this story semi canon to NoH too

Link to Nature of Harmony for any newcomers

Wonderful fanart by u/Lizrd_demon: https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/OJzxuOOAX3, https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/9IFwoupY9e

I also have my very own video meme

Side stories: [A Talk Between Siblings](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/yHDeomctAd), [Tuvans First Birthday](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/dDoW7AnCnY), [The Vow](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/Oq4KiOEeXX), [The Trials and Tribulations of Siffy](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/7VyYOAMsoe), [Hamony if Nunatyres](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/ogjpdaC2CY), [Beginning of Harmony](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/bWpGeIA4zw), [Fedbrains vs Brickbrain](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/pVv3wyyvpr), [Why is Tuvan Biting You?](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/s/YB9Vy3RoBP)

Come join the [Discord](https://discord.com/channels/1046919438521344090/1314490952412299314), we have blackjack and hookers.

Thanks to SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

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**Memory Transcription Subject: Leasha, pupcare owner**

*Date [Standardized Human Time: November 23, 2136*

I counted out each of the pups, making sure we had everyone that usually showed up for first claw, not that it was easy with them moving around. I nearly had to recount when I came up with four more pups than usual, then remembered our four new Skalgan (Venlil?) pups.

George had been a gigantic (in more ways than one) help with them, helping to wrangle them for me (I still couldn't believe a 4 year old was stronger than me) and teach me what was normal for Skalgans… even if that normal involved them gleefully headbutting each other and raising my blood pressure thinking they would hurt each other, as well them integrating with the other kids with minimal issue.

This would all be crucial with the new Skalgan pup arriving this paw, I was still new with Skalgan rearing even after the few weeks these pups have been with me, though according to the pups mom (having a name I couldn't pronounce, something along the lines of Impteresetis?) her daughter was very subdued and gentle, so perhaps this would be an easy assignment.

*‘Then again, no pup is easy.’* I thought to myself, my ear swiveling towards the door when I heard knocking. *‘Ah, that must be them!’*

I smoothed down my fur and quickly made my way to the door, opening it to find a well built Skalgan with gray and white fur staring down at me. “Ah, good paw, sir!”

“I'm a woman.” She said with some annoyance.

“Oh! Yes, sorry. Still getting used to that.” I signed an apology.

“It's fine. Though, please refrain from using your tail language near me, it's obscene.” She cleared her throat and put on a friendly face. “I take it you're miss Leasha?”

“Yes ma’am, that would be me.”

“Oh good, I was worried I'd get lost. Still getting used to the town's layout, you know?”

“Oh, I understand completely! My pupcare’s a bit out of the way anyway.”

“So I wasn't imagining things.” She whistled in amusement. “Now, I was a little confused by the schedule. I'm supposed to pick my daughter up in four hours, than give her back after another four hours?”

“Yes ma’am. Though we call them claws.”

“Why not just go for eight hours straight? Why do we have to drag this out for twelve hours?”

It took me a moment to realize she wasn't joking and I needed to give her a serious answer. “Uh, is working eight hours normal for Skalgans?”

“Yes, especially if it's not a physically intensive job.”

She was joking, right? “Well, things are different on Venlil Pr-”

“Skalga.”

“Right, Skalga.” I cleared my throat. “That won't be a problem, will it?”

“If my new job’s schedule didn't align with it, yes, but it does, so no. I just find this rest paw strange and inefficient. I'm thinking the Federation implemented it to keep our economy down.” I jumped when she waved her hand, thinking she was about to strike me. “But that's neither here nor there. I heard you have the children make a lot of art here, is that true?”

“Yes, mostly thanks to George. Is it fine for her to engage?”

“I'd be upset if you didn't, art is very important to her heritage. I want twenty pics by the end of the day. Er, paw.”

“Twenty?” My ears perked up in shock. None of the other parents expressed this for their pups. “That's a lot, but I'm sure we can fit it in.”

“Good. Oh, and before I forget, under *no circumstances* are you to fill my daughters head with Federation nonsense and indoctrinate her. She doesn't need to be believing in predator disease, or hearing that predators are evil, or learning revisionist history.” She said seriously as her body tensed up. “Understand?”

“Uh, y-yes, ma'am. Of course. We don’t really… do that here.” Thankfully my response made her relax which helped me to relax in response. “Now, where is your daughter? I thought she'd be with you.”

“Oh, she's a bit shy.” Impteteris or something turned her head to look behind herself. “Sererei, come on honey. Time to go to school.”

I lowered myself down and tried to look as friendly as possible for her, eager to meet i the little fluffball.

Only, she wasn't fluffy, as a tiny face belonging to my nightmares slowly revealed itself from behind the Skalgan before me. My heart rate skyrocketed and ears pinned back as I started shaking with fear.

The new pup wasn't a Skalgan at all, it was an Arxur!

May or may not try my hand at this, depending on how I'm feeling and my schedule. No promises

I do hope we get a NoP 3 from Paladin tho

So the year is 2186, 50 years since the beginning if NoP 1, and the galaxy has seen some great improvement: deprogramming of the Federations dogma is making progress among SC members and even non SC states and species with the worse excesses and beliefs of the Federation virtually extinct in the SC, the true history and culture of the galaxy has been widely restored, the Consortium is stabilizing after 20+ years of reform, racism towards humans, Kolshians, Farsul, and Arxur aren't *as* bad as they were, the Venlil have become the second largest and most poweful military behind the UN, the Bissems are doing well and are on their way to becoming a model member state, endangered and previously extinct species, like the Thafki, Gojid, and Kolshians, and their worlds are recovering, the Sc is now made up 200+ member species (which includes the 62 previously extinct species and a number of newer uplifts), Isif is recognized for his heroism even if he remains a controversial figure, artifical beings are integrating with society with Ai and robots widely believed to be well on their way of becoming sapient and self aware, technology, scientific advancement, and quality of life are greater then they ever were under the Federation, humanity is more united than ever with the UN changing its name (I'm thinking United Nations Republic or United Alliance or something) and has become the most technologically advanced and militarily powerful nation in the SC with its economy quickly rising to become number 1 in the galaxy and considered a cultural powerhouse, and the wounds of the past are healing slowly but surely

However, despite how things are improving, the galaxy still faces many issuse: The Duertan Shield has become a failed state, having been ripped apart by warlordism, civil strife, and civil war. It's society is splintering in dozens of directions; conservatives don't like the shield buddying up with the SC or being influenced by its culture and reject anything to do with it even if it involves beneficial scientific discoveries, viewing them as predator science, neoFed groups and individuals wishing to be rid of all cured predatory races like the Duertan and many engage in widespread violence and pogroms against them and are attempting to revive the Federation and return to its ideals, liberals want to grow closer with the SC and embrace it's ideals, with many now angry with past leadership for essentially backing the wrong horse, and are afraid that the Shield will be left in the dust as the SC grows stronger and richer, and many independents are trying to leave what is quickly becoming a sinking ship. This is all compounded by the Shields economy having long gone bust, with its currency essentially worthless, trade suffering greatly, rampant piracy , insurgents of many factions popping up everywhere and engaging in terroism, and the Shields government locked in factionalism and on the verge of martial law

The Federatuon Remnants haven't declined as hoped, but instead have seen a resurgence and have doubled down on the Federations beliefs and ideology. Without the meddling of the Shadow Caste, the Remnants have increased their military and technological might enough to rival the SC, with it looking increasingly likely the two powers will go to war. Unlike the Shield, they are now united in purpose, that purpose being the destruction of the Shield, SC, and Consortium and revival of the Federation (but not under Farsul or Kolshian leadership) and complete extermination of predators, having gone so far as to cleanse any cured races still within their borders. So far the conflict hasn't gotten hot, with both powers engaging in proxy wars and espionage on eachother, but everyone knows that won't last. Tensions have reached a fever pitch at the 50th anniversary, with the SC on high alert for a Remnant first strike

Closer to home, the Federations ecological practices have finally caught up with former fed worlds, especially those that took too long or did little to change their ecologival policies, with half of all worlds suffering from ecological collapse, habitability decline, and leading to a growing food shortage with more worlds projected to join them, Federation holdouts and Exterminator groups have become violent insurgancies or hategroups engaging in terrorism and hate crimes, lingering racist sentiments and stereotypes still persist even if no longer as prevalent, the Arxur have become a military and industrial powerhouse which is making former fed states very nervous, the Kolshians and Farsul are starting to gain in power and slipping into their old roles as leaders and intelluctuals, which is making everyone nervous, the Krakotl have once again become a military power, which is making humanity nervous, the first silicon based sapient life (I'm thinking they're mainly rock based, which surrounds the organic parts of their bodies) has been discovered and have become a huge controversy due to not neatly fitting in the prey/predator divide, the SC, while united, is starting to engage in some degrees of factionalism and division between conservative states and individuals and liberal states and individuals, artificial life is facing skepticism, fear, and distrust, with many worried they might become an immortal rulership caste or just consider them unnatural blights, and things are tense between all 4 powers

Most heartbreaking perhaps is humanity, seemingly having lost their enthusiasm and optimism they were once lauded for. They've become tired of having to seemingly fix all of the galaxies problems alone and, in their eyes, barely appreciated for it, worn down after decades of failing to find a civilization that is both sane and not have to be uplifted, with their continued exploration efforts now seen as desperately trying to find the first contact they had long dreamed of before they left Sol, are sick of having to do the bulk of uplifting other civilizations, which is expensive and time consuming, because no one else can be trusted to do it right and in such a way that the Yotul don't throw a fit, a sense of superiority has festered in every layer of human society due to defeating the Federation and Consortium and being the dominant species of the galaxy, Humanity First has become very influential among human society, with 30% of all humans engaged in it in some way (though they're split among a thousand different factions and ideologies and arent just violent ethnoterrorists) effecting UN policy and diplomacy, humanity has begun withdrawing from aliens even as aliens are opening up to humanity, resenting former fed species for previous antagonism and the so called allies that did nothing as Earth was attacked, and even withdrawing from the Venlil in some ways (cause remember, most refugees weren't fic protagonists that found a Venlil girlfriend, disproved misconceptions about humanity, and proved to others that humans weren't monsters. Most refugees were scared and desperate people huddling in refugee centers that were given less amenities than Gojid refugees, spent most of their days depressed and scared for their lives and humanities survival, were treated like dirt by the Venlil populace and racially profiled by law enforcement while facing legal and cultural discrimination, all of which they'll remember and bring back with them to Earth) with only the Zurulians not having some form of resentment attached to them, depiscriminatory laws against the Krakotl arent unheard of and the UN has done kittle to stop it, and many humans think and treat nonhumans as brutish morons who don't know what the hell they're doing and need humanity to guide them to a proper civilization (eerily close to how the Federation once treated the Yotul)

There's also a dismissive attitude towards humanity's historical grievances, with many saying that humanity needs to get over the past or downplaying how bad things were or solely blaming the Federation for it, driving down relations

It begins on the 50th anniversary of first contact between humanity and Venlil, with everyone involved in the event, Noah, Tarva, Sara, Kam, Cheln, and somewhat awkwardly Sovlin (who's entirely bald at this point) on the same lawn that the Odyssey touched down on, with the Odyssey itself parked in the same spot. Worlds all across the SC are celebrating the 50th anniversary, even with an atmosphere of anxiety that the Remnants might strike, and the current Governor of the Skalgan Republic is giving a stirring speech, detailing the importance of this event and how it changed the galaxy forever, leading to the destruction of the tyrannical Federation and the liberation of everyone under their yoke. However, the speech is stopped when sensors detect a ship fast approaching Skalga, with many thinking it's the Remnants

After sending a response force, they only discover one ship that doesn't fit any known classification, but more importantly isn't attacking and hails the response force. Celebration and relief breaks out among those watching the news, realizing its an uncontacted species and the SC is about to make first contact on the 50th anniversary. The moment the hail is answered however, it reveals a predator race, who immediately turn off the hail and attacks the response force before trying to get away. Confused but not wanting to start an interstellar war, the force leaves and a boarding party is sent to capture the ship. When the ship is incapacitated and boarded, the predator's fight ferociously against the Venlil, but the moment they see a human, they stop, and eventually the ship is seized and the crew captured, with many attempting to commit suicide than be taken hostage by Venlil

It's initially thought that it could take months to translate the arrivals language, but the captain surprises everyone when they starts holding a conversation, and it's revealed their species has incredibly advanced translators that can translate a new language after brief exposure. The captain is interrogated, asked why they attacked a peaceful convoy, but the captain retorts that the Venlil aren't peaceful, that they're bloodthirsty monsters who deserve to be exterminated, and if humanity was smart they'd destroy the Venlil. When asked why they're saying this, the captain reveals that they and many other species are at war with the Venlil Imperium

Venlil Imperium? Yes, that's right, seems there's an empire made up of the Venlil, think an unholy fusion of the Helgan Empire, Turian Hierarchy, Klingon Empire, and Clans from Battltech, who have spent the last several centuries conquering and enslaving their way through the galaxy, with the end goal of destroying the Federation, retaking Skalga, and exterminating the Kolshian and Farsul. The captains species is in a coalition with other omnivores and carnivorous species, and even a plant based species, on the fringes of this Imperium who have now come to the conclusion that all herbivorous sapients, especially if they have sideways facing eyes, are nothing but bloodthirsty monsters who want nothing more than to kill and slaughter. Not because their prey, that's just how deep the generational trauma regarding the Venlil goes and how horrific their crimes and atrocities are

On the bright side, the coalition has no problem with humanity and the Arxur, and their governments are atleast willing to put aside their problems with herbivores if it means a new ally in the fight against the Imperium. It isn't long before the Imperium catches wind of this and realizes that their home has been rediscovered, and the Imperium starts amassing the entirety of its strength against the SC and coalition, determined to retake their homeworld

And worst of all, they're better at waging war than humanity

Now the known galaxy must come together against the greatest threat the galaxy has ever seen, but can they overcome the might of the Venlil Imperium? Can they mend their divisions and grievances? Or will they all perish under the Imperiums onslaught?

Now, I want to keep the plot unstructured, but I did have three ideas: refugees across the local sector are moved to Coalition worlds as the Imperiums invasion grows worse and worse. On said worlds, those with side facing eyes, especially Venlil, are universally treated with distrust, kept in crappy refugee centers, and are treated to discrimination and racial profiling by law enforcement, with most of the population wanting them gone

The Imperium invades Sol, and at first it looks like they'll have to face the invasion alone, not helped by humanity stubbornly refusing to let Krakotl forces into Sol. The Imperium has made it clear they consider humanity as the linchpin of the SC, and intend to raze Earth and slaughter their populace to Insignificance before enslaving the rest. As Sols defenses are pushed aside one after another, the extermination fleet coming into orbital range. But suddenly, a huge SC fleet, led by the Krakotl, arrive and overturn the fleet, casting it aside and driving them back from Sol, standing vigil over Earth

An Imperium solder, maybe even leader, is having doubts about what the Imperium is doing, and once exposed to the SC and what Isif did, he decides to start a revolution against the Impeirum

Two fics in two days!? That never happens!

Been workshopping this for a while, quite an emotional write I have to say. Hope ya'll like it!

Link to Nature of Harmony for any newcomers

Wonderful fanart by u/Lizrd_demon: https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/OJzxuOOAX3, https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/9IFwoupY9e

I also have my very own video meme

Side stories: A Talk Between Siblings, Tuvans First Birthday, The Vow, The Trials and Tribulations of Siffy, Hamony if Nunatyres, Beginning of Harmony, Fedbrains vs Brickbrain, Why is Tuvan Biting You?

Come join the Discord, we have blackjack and hookers.

Thanks to SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

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Memory Transcription Subject: Merereen, masterful storyteller

Date [Standardized Human Time]: December 2, 2111

“And then Hansel and Gretel found their way home, and their mommy and daddy were so happy they were safe that they gave them a big hug, and they all lived happily ever after.” I said with as much subdued enthusiasm as I could.

Of course that's not how the real story went, but it felt awkward to describe how evil Hansel and Gretel's step mom was and how she abandoned them, and the witch cannibalism seemed a little dark, especially for my sensitive boy's sensibilities.

“What happened to the witch? She was thrown into the oven.” Oh right.

“Well, she's a witch, so she'll be fine. She's got magic.” I reached over and tickled Isifs chest to prevent him from asking more questions, earning a squeal of delight from him. “Now, sweet dreams, baby.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead, moving to sit up.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah?” I sat back down.

“Kelly… she's very quiet.”

“Well, she's new, she's getting used to a new home with new people. You're quiet when you meet strangers aren't you?”

“I guess. Why is she staying with us?”

“Because her mommy and daddy can't take care of her, so she's staying with us for now.”

“Her mommy and daddy gave her away.”

“Well, no, they still talk to her and love her, they just can't take care of her right now.”

“But why can't they take care of her?”

“Because children require a lot of time and money, and they don't have that right now.”

“Would… I be sent away if you and daddy didn't have time or money?"

“Of course not, baby! We have more than enough time and money for you.”

“But if you didn't?"

“Then we'd have Gram Gram take care of you until we did and take you back, and me and daddy would visit you as much as we possibly could.”

Isif said nothing for a moment. “But… What if there's not enough for all of us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kelly takes time and money, and the baby will also take time and money, too.”

There it is; Isif had been anxious about the new baby for a few months now, which was exacerbated with Kelly in the house. My poor boy was probably worried I'd love Tuvan more.

It took me a moment to think on how best to handle this, my ears perking up as I came up with something genius. “You don't seem very tired, how about I tell you another story?”

“Another story!?” Isif gasped, prior anxiety forgotten.

“Yes! Two stories in one night.”

“Is it a Superman story?”

I let out an amused whistle. “No, silly. This story is called ‘The Ugly Duckling.’”

“Why was he so ugly?”

“Well, let me tell the story and you'll find out!” I lightly chided as I booped his nose, earning a giggle. “Once upon a time, there was a mommy duck who was *very* excited for her two eggs to hatch. One day, while she was taking a walk, she found one egg that was all alone. She couldn't just leave this egg, so she took it with her and put it in her nest. She sat on her eggs day and night, eagerly waiting for the day they all would hatch. Then, one day, they did, and she had three adorable baby ducks. Except, one baby duck was different from his sisters: he was bigger, gray, and couldn't quack like a duck.”

“Was he from the egg that she found?”

“He was, but the mommy duck didn't care. She thought he was just as adorable as his sisters and loved him all the same. However, the other animals of the lake didn't see what she saw. Everyone thought he was ugly and mocked him, only because he was born different! One day, when the mommy duck found the ugly duckling crying all alone, she pulled him into a big hug and told him,” I reached over and began poking Isifs chest. “‘Don't let anyone tell you who you are or determine your worth, only you can decide that. You're my special boy, and I love you more than you can ever know.’” I pulled away to wipe my eyes.

“Why are you crying, mommy?”

“I'm not,” I offered lamely, quickly resuming the story before he could react. “However, the ugly duckling didn't take his mommy's words to heart, and one day ran away, which made the mommy duck very, very sad. When winter came, he was cold and alone, only kept warm by the memory of his mommy's tight hugs, and he started to think about her words and just how much she loved him. When winter finally ended, two beautiful swans landed on his lake, and he was so enchanted with how pretty they were! By that point, he had accepted his mommy's words, and swam up to them, boldly declaring he was just as beautiful as they were.”

“He did?”

“He did, and the swans looked at him confused, but they agreed. The ugly duckling was confused by this, because he thought no one would have agreed with him, and looked down at his reflection, and staring back at him was a swan, even more beautiful then the other Swans. Excited and missing his family, the Swan flew all the way back to his family's lake and looked for them, and all the people that had called him ugly or mocked him were stunned by how beautiful he was. When the mommy duck and his sisters learned the Swan had returned, they swam as fast as they could to where he was.”

“Did they find him?” Isif asked eagerly.

“They did! And they brought him into a big hug and told them how much they loved and missed him, and the Swan said the same thing to them. However, when one of the other ducks pointed out to the mommy duck how beautiful her son had become, she was confused, for he looked no different to her. To her, he was still just as beautiful as the day he hatched.”

“So, she loved him just the way he was?”

“She loved him just the way he was,” I tucked Isif in. “And she loved him just as much as his sisters, even though he wasn't related.”

Isif only looked at me for a long moment. “Can you tell me that story tomorrow?”

“Of course, baby” I kissed him on the forehead again. “Now, get some sleep, I love you.”

“I love you too, mommy.” He said as he rolled over, clutching his baby Arxur doll with him.

I took a moment to sear this moment in my brain before getting up and walking to the door, biting my tongue to stifle a curse as I stepped on one of Isif's Legos he had carelessly left out and limped to the door, closing it behind me gently.

Memory Transcription Subject: Isif, tired brother.

Date [Standardized Human Time]: June 12, 2117

“Another story!” Tuvan declared, Kelly nodding in agreement just to spite me.

I groaned as I put away the book I was holding. “I already told you two stories, you don't make mom or dad tell you more than one!”

“Yeah, but we can annoy you into doing it.” Kelly added.

“Yeah!”

“Why can't you just have mom or dad tell you stories every time?”

“I like it when you do it.” Tuvan chirped.

“I'm tired, I don't want to tell you another story.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.

“Please?”

“No.” Tuvan stared at me blankly for a long moment, then her ears drooped and her lips trembled. “No, please, don't-” Tuvan began crying (suspiciously quiet enough so our parents couldn't hear), Kelly shaking her head in disapproval. “Ughhh, finnnnneee. I'll tell you one,” I held out one finger to Tuvan as she immediately perked up. “More story.”

“Two stories!”

“One,” I shoved the finger in her face. “More story. Then I'm going to bed and you can't bother me, ok?”

“Ok!”

I sighed and went back to their bookshelf, looking for something to read. I settled on mom's published Ugly Duckling book and pulled it out, sitting on the edge of Tuvan's bed and turned the book so she could see the pictures. “Once upon a time, there was a mommy duck who was *very* excited for the day her two eggs would hatch. One day, while she was taking a walk around the lake, she found one egg that was all alone. Confused and worried for the egg, the mommy duck knew she couldn't just leave it, so she took it with her and put it in her nest and kept it warm. She sat on her eggs day and night, eagerly waiting for them to hatch. Then, one day, they did, and she had three adorable baby du-” I stopped when my eyes caught the Swan baby, realizing he kinda looked like… me?

His fuzz was of similar color and patterns to my own and I swear he had a similar face. I looked at one of the ducks and noticed she had black feathers and white spots with a white tipped tail, just like Tuvan, and the other duck was brown like Kelly's hair, and they seemed to have similar facial features to both of them respectively.

“Siffy? Why did you stop?” I shock my head, turning to see Tuvan and Kelly looking at me with concerned looks.

“Uh, nothing, sorry, just got distracted.” I cleared my throat and continued reading

Time elapsed: ten minutes

I pushed my door open and locked it just in case my sisters tried to bother me, sitting down on my bed and turning back to the page with the Ducks and Swan. I leaned in, studying the Swan closely, trying to figure out if I was just seeing things.

I flipped the book around and began reading the excerpt. “A reimagining of Hans Christain Andersen's classic fairytale ‘The Ugly Duckling’, inspired by storytime with my… my own son, who I started telling this to when he was anxious about his new sisters coming into his life and being adopted by me, quickly became his favorite. This is a perfect retelling for anyone with adopted children, especially those of a different species like me, step parents, and those with children anxious about a new siblìng.”

I just stared down at the back of the book, unsure of what to think, unable *to* think. After an unknown amount of time, I turned the book around and opened the cover, finding a picture of mom holding onto a younger me, the words ‘Dedicated to my son, Isif. I love you more than you will ever know’

I stared blankly at the picture for a long moment, then began to cry, my breath coming out in shuddering gasps as tears flowed from my eyes even as I wiped them over and over.

In a daze I fumbled off my bed and opened my door, trying to collect myself as I stopped in front of my parents room and knocked on their door. “Mom?”

After a moment, the door opened, revealing mom who looked up at me. “What is it hon-?”

She yelped in surprise as I grabbed her and picked her up, squeezing her in a crushing hug. “I love you, mom.”

Mom quickly returned the hug. “I love you too, son.” She nuzzled into me, sniffling, "More than you'll ever know.”

For those that might not know, goal oriented evolution is the misapplication and misunderstanding of evolution and natural selection, stating that evolution is working towards a set goal for a species rather than a series of accumulated traits and mutations that give a species better ability to adapt to its environment and thrive in its niche

The Federations backwards view of ecology and the divide of prey and predator practically upholds this as scientific truth. Predators are always evolving to become fiercer, deadlier and better able to kill prey and will always evolve to become cruel and bloodthirsty to do so and are simply unable to become sapient, or in the human and Arxur cases, are inherently lesser in civilization and sapience, still ruled by their bloodlust and will always remain a threat to prey

Prey by contrast will always evolve to become more social, smarter, and cooperative to compensate for their innate weaknesses and fear of predators, with the end goal of becoming sapient and self aware in order to survive predators and eventually overcome them with civilization, with every part of civilization somehow related to combating and surviving predators (until the 'benevolent' Federation finds them and helps with their predator problem of course (Arxur wars not withstanding))

And finally, the end goal of civilization is to join the Federation as a wider application of preys natural herding behavior

I also wouldn't be surprised if plants were viewed as inherently serving prey, evolving to better fit preys diets and give prey creatures the ability to not be ruled by bloodlust, rather than an exploitative relationship, or in the case of fruit, transactional

Had this absolutely absurd idea in my head for a bit, and decided to write it out because it seemed cute. This is quite possibly the most absurd thing I've written, not counting crack theories

People are probably going to wonder if I've gone mad

Link to Nature of Harmony for any newcomers

Wonderful fanart by u/Lizrd_demon: https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/OJzxuOOAX3, https://www.reddit.com/r/predprey/s/9IFwoupY9e

I also have my very own video meme

Side stories: A Talk Between Siblings, Tuvans First Birthday, The Vow, The Trials and Tribulations of Siffy, Hamony if Nunatyres, Beginning of Harmony, Fedbrains vs Brickbrain

Come join the Discord, we have blackjack and hookers.

Thanks to SpacePaladin15 for making NoP

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Memory Transcription Subject: Isif, super confused Arxur

Date [Standardized Human Time]: July 27, 2112

Tuvan was biting mommy.

Mommy was sitting on the couch without her shirt on, holding Tuvan to her chest as she bit mommy, not letting go.

It had been a few manths since Tuvan had been born, and she had been biting mommy almost every day for some reason, and mommy was letting her weirdly. Even encouraging it for some reason! She'd even wag her tail the way Skalgans did when they were happily.

Tuvan was cute and all, but I was worried. She didn't have any teeth yet, which was super duper weird, but what happens when she does get teeth? Mommy could get hurt! What if Tuvan thought it was OK to bite people? Daddy said I could really really hurt someone if I bit them and I never needed to never do it or I could get into a lot of troubles, so I was confused why he let Tuvan do it.

I needed to ask mommy why she was doing this, and maybe get her to stop before she got hurt and Tuvan thought it was ok to bite people. I walked out of the hallway and walked into the living room. “Mommy?”

“Yeah, baby?” Mommy looked at me, her ears turned towards me.

I squirmed worried, worried I might get in trouble for asking or that mommy might get angy with me for asking. Mommy did this for a reason, she might get mad at me for interooping her. “Why do you let Tuvan bite you?”

“What?” Mommy's left ear drooped and she looked confosed at me. “What are you…? Oh! You're so silly,” Mommy whistle laughed the way Skalgans did, and I looked at her confosed, not getting why this was a funny question and why I was silly. “Come here, baby.” She patted the seet next to her and I walked over nervoorosly, sitting down and looking at her.

“Why am I being silly? Tuvan could hurt you when she gets teeth, daddy says I could hurt someone if I bite them, and to never ever do it.”

“Daddys right, you should never bite someone, especially when your adult teeth come in.” Mommy nodded. “But Tuvan isn't biting me, she's eating.”

“She's eating you!?”

“No no no! That's not what I meant!” Mommy said panickededly. “Isif, you know you're an Arxur, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“And do you know what Arxur babies eat?”

“Uh… meat?”

“Mhm, and you know me and Tuvan can't eat as much meat as you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, this is how mammal babies get fed.”

“By… biting their mommies?”

She whistled laughed again. “No, baby. When a mommy has her baby, she starts producing milk for them in special pouches, and the mommy helps the baby latch on to the pouches and drink the milk, so they don't get hungry and can grow big and strong.”

“Molk? Like in my cereal?”

“Yes, but I make special milk for Skalgans.”

“How come Arxur don't need molk? Why don't their mommies make any?”

“Because the Arxur have different needs, baby.” She ruffeled my head. “Skalgan babies need milk, and Arxur babies need meat. It's that simple.”

“But why do Arxur and Skalgan babies have different needs?”

“Because that's how God decided to make them.”

“Why did God decide to make them like that?”

“Well, maybe you can ask him when you get to Heaven.” I squealed when she suddenenly pulled me close. “I'll have to ask him why you're so silly!”

“I am *not* silly!” I tried to hide my tail curling happily.

“Silliest Arxur in the world!” I squealed again when she started kissing me again and again, trying to escape. Mommy finally stopped when Tuvan began laughing, clapping her teeny hands happily and her butt wiggled. “Oh look, Tuvans full.”

I looked at Tuvan, still afraid she might hurt mommy when her teeth came. I needed to tell her what daddy told me. “Can I hold her, mommy?”

“Just for a bit, I need to burp her soon.” Mommy putted Tuvan in my hands and I brought her to my face.

She giggled and reached towards me. “OK Tuvan, you can't bite anyone, OK?” Tuvan leaned in as I spoked. “Mommy feeding you is not biting, so don't confused it. Ok? So never ever bite someone."

Tuvan laughed and leaned in closer, suddenly biting the tip of my nose.

Mommy fell onto her back as she laughed really really hard, me looking at Tuvan with an annoyed face.

“You did that on purpose…”