Paternal care in alien sophonts

Paternal care in alien sophonts

Context: This is part of my Lonely Galaxy project, where humanity's first contact is also the aliens' first contact

A sign placed on the door of an Earth apartment rented by a family of expecting monkey foxes. The Outlander text at the top of the page is glossed below.

kr rcdq brrCD
kr    rcd-q   br-rCD-0
2.IMP sire-PL SUB-brood-ACT
Warning! Brooding sires

The word written in maroon <kr> /short high strong growl, chuff/ is literally the imperative form of the 2nd person pronoun, and can be translated "hey you!" But especially when written alone, it acts as a generic warning or attention-getter, "watch out" or "beware".

There is English text (in Comic Sans) below the Outlander:

> WARNING: BROODING SIRES > > Great news, we're expecting! Please do not come near our nest. Humans this includes YOU! > > Hatching day is August 13th. Come by after and say hello to our new litter!

It takes about 144 days for monkey fox kits to hatch. Because they only get one shot at parenthood, expecting fathers (sires) are compelled by instinct to guard their nest, and will attack other males who get close. This is one of the reasons why the medical profession is mostly women, as females do not trigger the paternal defense response.

Other monkey foxes can smell the pheromones produced by expecting sires and know to stay away. Humans can't, so monkey foxes living on Earth or near large human population centers usually put up signs like this on their door to warn salesmen, delivery drivers, and neighbors.

Usually a mother (dam) will politely shoo away any hapless humans before they can get within mauling distance, but sometimes things just line up and a human gets seriously hurt.

After the kits hatch, sires are too exhausted to pose a threat, and by the time they recover from their post brooding torpor the paternal defense response has ebbed.

The invitation to come see the new litter is a cultural thing more typical of places like Hearthside, though not unknown among Outlanders.

u/dual_scanner_again — 3 hours ago

More Outlander text

This is a sample of Outlander, one of the xenolangs I'm working on. As with the other Outladner example and the Commonthroat samples I posted a few weeks ago, this is a "reverse abjad". This time I tried sticking together curves in Affinity. I think it turned out pretty good. Here's a gloss of the text.

qBF khj Gkq pan sgsf Gkq
qBF khj   Gkq-∅     pan sgsf  Gkq-∅
sky empty stand-ACT 1pl alone stand-ACT
The skies are empty, we are alone.
u/dual_scanner_again — 21 hours ago

A sample of Outlander: the Partisan Credo

This is the Partisan Credo in Outlander.

The skies are empty. We are alone.

qBF khj Gkq pan sgsf Gkq
qBF khj   Gkq-∅     pan sgsf  Gkq-∅
sky empty stand-ACT 1pl alone stand

The Credo is the last two phrases of the Great Heresy.

Truly, the stars think not, speak not, feel not, for the skies are empty and we are alone.

geh, sfDrql N rn N qbr N qlem, 
geh   sfDr-ql N   rn-0      N   qbr-0   N   qlem-0
truly star-PL not think-ACT not say-ACT not smell_like-ACT
The stars think not, speak not, feel not

qBF khj Gkq pmn sgsf Gkq
qBF khj   Gkq-∅     pan sgsf  Gkq-∅
sky empty stand-ACT 1pl alone stand
The skes are empty, we are alone.

This is the vulpithecine version of the Fermi Paradox. Finding extraterrestrial sophonts is central to the Bright Way, hence why the phrase is known as the great heresy.

Outlander uses a symmetrical voice system. The first noun phrase in the sentence, which comes before the verb, is the focus, and the verb is marked for the role of the focus. Other noun phrases attached directly to the verb (as opposed to being in postpositional phrases or standing alone as adverbials) take other roles in a fixed order, agent, patient, benefactor/indirect object, etc.

The verb Gkq literally means "to stand" as in to stand on all fours, but has a second meaning as a copula accompanying predicate adjectives, "stand empty" and "stand alone". Compare the development of the Spanish copula estar from the Latin verb stare "to stand".

The verb qlem is translated as "to feel" as in to experience emotions, but it literally means "to smell like". All yinrih languages heavily colexify odor words and words for emotions.

u/dual_scanner_again — 3 days ago

Quadrupedal sophonts and hygiene

Context: This is part of my Lonely Galaxy project, where humanity's first contact is also the aliens' first contact.

The picture is a notice posted in the waiting room of a doctor's office, hastily thrown together by the clinic's IT guy (the only employee who knows English). It reads: "Welcome, human visitors! Remember, our hands are also our feet. Please help keep this clinic clean by removing your shoes before entering. --St. Starlight's house of healing".

Below the notice are two yinrih paw prints, a female forepaw and a rear paw that could be either gender. Both paws have six digits, with the lateral-most and medial-most digit being an opposable thumb. The digits on both are long and dexterous fingers rather than toes, and each digit is tipped with a sharp, iron-enriched claw.

Being quadrupeds, manual hygiene is of utmost importance, especially in a medical setting. All buildings have a vestibule between the outdoors and the inside proper. In most places, there is a rough floor mat where guests wipe their paws. On the rare occasion that a guest is wearing footwear, it is left in the vestibule.

In public places where extra cleanliness is desired, most often clinics and restaurants, there is a shallow washing pool in addition to the mat. The pool is ankle deep and the water is continuously circulated and filtered.

Rooms such as medical exam rooms, ORs, kitchens, and bathrooms have a clean area and a dirty area usually delineated by floor height, with the clean area being raised slightly above the dirty area. The only way to cross from the dirty to the clean area is through a washing pool.

When in the clean area of exam rooms and kitchens, doctors and cooks will waddle around on their hind feet, keeping their forepaws from touching the ground.

Glove boxes are a common sight in kitchens, isolating the food from the fur-bearing cooks preparing it. Doctors shed their fur, save for the whiskers which are important tactile sensory structures, and baldness is a mark of the profession, like a human wearing a white lab coat, stethoscope, and head mirror.

Food is presented in bowls, pre-cut by the cook into something on a spectrum between salad and stew, depending on the amount of liquid. Bowls of soap and water are also a mandatory feature of the dinner table, and diners are expected to wash and dry their paws before eating. When eating, either the bowl is brought to the mouth or the mouth to bowl, depending on culture.

Casual snack foods also exist, but they are considered less refined and potentially dirty. Such "tail food" is usually picked up by the tail or skewered with a claw while standing and brought to the mouth.

Is there anything I can improve? So how do your quadrupedal sophonts handle hygiene?

u/dual_scanner_again — 4 days ago
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The Fediverse is not the solution to your social media woes

I was on Lemmy for 3 years, since the great APIcolypse of 2023 up until a few weeks ago. Then as now I was trying to "de-urbanize" my online habits, replacing centralized corporate social media with smaller alternatives like specialized old school forums.

I'm a huge fan of decentralization generally, so the Fediverse seemed like a natural fit for me. So when the Reddit admins lost their collective minds in 2023 in the run up to the site's IPO I decided to kill two birds with one stone, ditching Reddit and joining the Fediverse via Lemmy.

I'll get the usual complaints out of the way first. Yes it's full of Tankies and militant Linux users hostile to alternative perspectives. Yes a huge chunk of the user base seems to consist of people too crazy for Reddit who ended up getting banned from here (remember Voat?) Yes individual instances can be snuffed out the second the admin loses interest, and yes the only things you'll find there are NSFW stuff, politics, FOSS-related tech stuff, politics, and last but not least more politics. Any communities devoid of politics are also devoid of content, or there are one or two users desperately spamming the community feed with posts in the vein hope someone else joins the conversation. (I was one such desperate spammy user).

But that's not why I'm writing this post. No I'm writing this post because the Fediverse apes most of the features of corporate social media that make it terrible for your mental health.

Let's start with voting systems. They're a cancer on social media. It's all too easy to tie your self esteem to a number. Voting also encourages echo chambers because opposing views are shouted down and quickly drop off the feed. It creates a Matthew effect by ensuring posts that are already popular get more visibility and thus get even more popular. It prevents people from meaningfully interacting with content. On a forum, the only way you could express your opinion was by posting a reply, but voting reduces this to "monkey make number go up".

The default sorting algorithm has a massive recency bias, with new, popular content burying old but still relevant content. Case in point, I posted identical topics on a Lemmy community and on an old phpBB forum. The Lemmy thread quickly dropped off the front page, so I had to make new posts to continue the discussion, clogging the feed and contributing to my status as that one desperate spammy user. Meanwhile, the phpBB thread hasn't left the front page since it started in 2023 because I continuously post new content. It's such a seemingly tiny thing that has a massive impact on community culture. More aggravating is that Lemmy CAN reproduce an old school forum feel by sorting posts by "last comment", recreating the style of topic bumping, and sorting comments by old. You can even flatten the comments by selecting the "chat" display option so it looks indistinguishable from a forum. But nobody does any of that, so the culture grows around the default sorting behavior.

Last, as much as it's called "social" media, there's surprisingly little social connection going on. I believe this is largely due to the user being de-emphasized in favor of the content. On forums, you had large personalized avatars and signatures, and other user stats like username, post count, and account age were displayed on every post. On Lemmy, your avatar is tiny, there are no sigs, and there's no other info displayed besides your username inline with the rest of your post. I don't think of posts as coming from specific flesh and blood users, but disembodied thoughts floating through the ether. On forums, I get to know specific users. I see their personality shine through their posting habits, I'll even miss them if they don't post for a while.

Yes, most of this is present on Reddit as well, and Reddit has other problems on top. Since I left in 2023 they've really started banking on social media addiction. You get reminders every time a post or comment hits certain upvote milestones. Posts have analytics, and you're encouraged to improve them by cross-posting. It's gross and cynical. They're just farming you for "engagement", not facilitating meaningful conversations or personal connections. And don't get me started on the fake AI posts. Non facies machinam in similitudine mentis hominis!

What Reddit does have over the Fediverse is a larger, more diverse user base. I came crawling back a few weeks ago because I had been struggling with a specific technical issue for months, and the whole time I was telling myself "You know you could get an answer in five minutes by asking on this super specific subreddit." But I tried to stick to my principles. After caving and making a new Reddit account, I asked my question and got an answer in five minutes.

Unfortunately, Reddit is as addictive as ever, and I find myself constantly checking it. But per the above paragraph I can't just leave as it's a genuine treasure trove of helpful info. And unlike Lemmy I won't get a manifesto in the comments just for asking where to find good tacos in Dallas. So I want to ask, is it possible to have a healthy Reddit experience without making it dominate my day?

My final thoughts on the Fediverse: It's a great idea in theory, but it won't go anywhere as long as the user base proudly pushes away normal people who just want to talk about shared interests, and it doesn't solve the mental health issues created by social media because it mimics mainstream social media.

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u/dual_scanner_again — 5 days ago

The Angel and the Ape part 2: The Anthropology of Walmart

Part 1 here.

"Hey," the greeter stepped in front of the pair. "No shirt, no shoes, no service," he said pointing down at Pascal.

"But--" Fr. Shaheen protested.

"--Nah, Just kidding, go on in. I've been wanting to say that ever since you little guys landed."

The two entered the store proper. "It'll just be a minute, My cigs are right over there--" Fr. Shaheen gestured toward one of the checkout lanes. A line of shoppers, at least 20 deep, snaked around the surrounding displays.

He swore in Arabic under his breath. "OK, it'll be longer than a few minutes."

"Short-staffed tonight," said the shopper at the end of the line. "Let me guess, Cigarettes? That's what everyone else is here for."

He glanced down at Pascal. "First time at Wally World?"

Pascal bobbed his head up and down in an exaggerated nod.

"He needs to see the other side of humanity," said Fr. Shaheen. "Those ivory tower folks at the college are showing them Olympic athletes and firefighters and renaissance masterpieces, and I want to give them the whole picture."

"Hoo boy you're in for something alright," the shopper chuckled. "Hey between you and me, if you wanna blow up the Earth after this I won't even blame you."

As they talked, a woman in a scooter rolled up to the end of the line. "Aww!" she cooed between breaths of exertion. "So cute." She reached down and scratched Pascal behind the ears. "Whosagoodboyyesyouare!"

«I'm a person and I have personal space!» Pascal barked, ducking out of her reach.

The shopper glared at the woman. "Seriously, lady? You been living under a rock the last two months? What makes you think that's OK?"

"He's got fur, ain't he? And four legs and a wet nose. If God didn't want us to pet 'em then why'd He make 'em fuzzy?"

"You must be from Austin," said the shopper. "I thought we chased all you weirdos away weeks ago."

The pair's argument gradually increased in volume. The woman rose from her scooter and began gesticulating. Fr. Shaheen stepped between them. "Let's be charitable--"

"Cram it, fish eater!" the woman snapped.

Pascal slipped down an aisle and out of sight, anxious to avoid the melee that was surely brewing.

He stared up at the shelves and scented the air as he walked. Away from his human host everything seemed intimidatingly tall. Suddenly he felt something wet under his right front paw. He looked down at the yellow puddle underfoot and sniffed, the unmistakable odor of human excreta.

An elderly human was waddling around the corner, more of the same odor wafting off of him. "Better clean that up, sonny," he said to a passing employee.

"Clean what up?" A adolescent male voice approached from the other direction. The lad came into view and looked down at the puddle. His face flashed with frustration and then to embarrassment when he noticed Pascal's paw marinading in the mess.

"I heard over the walkie that one of you guys was here." he sighed, pulling a wad of sanitizer wipes from a cleaning cart behind him. "So, ready to nuke us from orbit yet?" he handed the wipes to Pascal. "It's the only way to be sure."

Pascal shook his head as he wrung the towelettes between his forepaws, wiping under his claws and between the pads on his palms.

"No?" The boy said as he mopped up the puddle. "You will be when you get out of here.

"I'll take those," he put the spent wipes in a trash bin on the cart. "All good?"

Pascal jerked his foreleg forward and gave an unpracticed thumbs-up along with an awkward affirmative bob of the head.

"Cool," the lad said. "Name's Jeff, by the way."

"Pascal," he synthesized, patting himself on the belly in greeting.

"Pleased to meet you," Jeff said, copying the gesture. "I'm gonna say sorry on behalf of my entire species for all this." He waved an arm vaguely indicating their surroundings. "Walmart's one heck of an anthropology lesson."

Pascal flicked an ear in goodbye and turned to walk back to the front of the store. He heard more Arabic oaths in the direction of the tills, and judging by the clamor more nicotine-deprived humans had joined the fracas. He did a 180 and trotted past Jeff finishing up his cleaning.

"Wise choice," Jeff said as Pascal turned the corner and headed deeper into the bowels of the store.

He continued walking, nose to the ground making sure not to step in any more surprises, until he heard two more humans approaching.

"Honey, why did you grab so many cans of beans?"

"It's those damn monkey foxes, Dave. I'm tellin' you they're fixin' to invade. And when they do, we'll be prepared."

"With beans?" her husband sighed. "There's only six of them. They don't mean any harm. One of them's even been coming to the radio club meetings. He's been trying to teach some of us a word or two of their language."

"It's all an act, Dave." The couple emerged from around the corner.

"There's one now!" the woman shrieked. Startled, Pascal jumped backward, knocking a few items off the shelf behind him with his tail. After gathering himself, he looked up at the woman, gawking at her spray-on tan and bottle blonde hair.

«I didn't know humans could be orange,» he muttered.

"What was that? Speak up, space coyote!"

Pascal reached into his wallet and pulled out his keyer, but the woman snatched it out of his paw.

"Ha! You're not brain-washing anyone tonight!" She hurled the keyer to the ground. Pascal dove after it just as the woman brought her foot down, intending to smash the keyer but catching Pascal's paw instead.

Pain shot up his foreleg. He stifled a bark and looked up at the male human as he massaged his paw, determined for this inter-species interaction to end peacefully. "You friend smell familiar. From radio club?"

"You got me," Dave smiled.

"Don't talk to the enemy!" his wife said, moving between him and Pascal.

Dave began tugging at her arm. "I'm so sorry," he said with a frown. "She's on some new meds; we're working on the dosage."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME CRAZY?!" the woman yelled, her eyes darting around wildly. "I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO'S NOT CRAZY AROUND HERE!"

"I'm so sorry," Dave repeated, steering her down the aisle and out of sight.

Pascal cocked an ear toward the tills again. The din had only gotten louder. He limped around for a few minutes until he caught the unmistakable smell of sugars and lipids on the air.

"Ma'am, this is a bakery, but not a BAKERY bakery." Another young human, female this time, was being accosted by an older woman. "If you want a premade sheet cake, we got premade sheet cakes. You want me to put 'Happy Birthday' on it? I'd be more than happy to, but we can't bake a cake in the shape of a Stanley cup."

"The Customer is always right!" snapped the woman.

"in matters of taste," the girl muttered under her breath.

"What was that?!"

"I said 'Is there anything else I can help you with?'"

"No! You've just lost yourself a customer."

"oh no..." the girl whispered sarcastically.

The woman spun around, nearly tripping over Pascal's tail, stabbing it with a stiletto in the process.

He yelped in pain but the woman stormed off without looking back. His cry caught the attention of the girl behind the counter. She leaned over to peer down at Pascal. "You OK?"

«Honestly I've been better,» he grunted, probing with a padded finger at the maroon stain spreading over the white pelage of his tail.

"This tail fine," he said via the keyer. "Not much this blood. Hurt worse before."

He stood there for a moment, nursing his tail in silence as the girl looked on.

At last he curled his tail tight against his back and put his paws up on the sneeze guard. "You friend sell what?"

"Cakes and cookies," she said.

"Those C A K E S and those C O O K I E S what?" He drew out the unfamiliar words.

"They're food, you eat them. You want to try a sample?"

"Not want," he wagged his head from side to side. "Might kill me yinrih. maybe that human food this yinrih poison."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," she said.

Pascal peeked over the counter. "No chair? What way you friend sit? All day that boss make stand you friend?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "They say it makes us look lazy if we sit. Such is the life of a wage slave. But I guess that's not a thing where you guys are from, huh?"

"We yinrih have," said Pascal. "some place we yinrih go buy this thing or that thing. Some place eat some food. When pup at that place me yinrih work, bring those food, take away those dirty bowl."

"You were a waiter!" The girl said.

"Me W A I T E R," Pascal nodded. He had set his HUD specs on his muzzle and was hastily skimming a poorly organized English lexicon for words he couldn't recall, occasionally jotting down new ones as the conversation unfolded.

"Where we come from, this place call--" he grunted the word in Outlander before finding the correct English translation. "Litter of moons. It call because planet big made of gas, have many moons, they follow planet like pups follow dam."

"That's sweet," said the girl.

"anyway," Pascal continued, "at moonlitter, it part of E D U C A T I O N of pups, they make pup work at store or at R E S T A U R A N T. They say it make pup E M P A T H I Z E with those worker in C U S T O M E R S E R V I C E when grow up."

"Ah, so it's part of your schooling, then? They make you hold down a job?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Teach F I N A N C I A L L I T E R A C Y too."

"I wonder what alien Karens are like," the girl said half to herself.

"K A R E N?" Pascal queried.

"That--" she pointed at the wound on Pascal's tail. "--that woman who stepped on your tail, that was a classic Karen."

"Yes yes," he bobbed his head. "Those we have."

"We call them..." here he paused while digging through the lexicon. "...It hard to say. "My language Outlander have thing English not have. English say 'you' for everyone, but Outlander have different 'you' for different people."

He uttered a few melodic grunts and whines. "That mean, 'you' but only for you sire or dam or litter mate. It called--" he rummaged for an obtuse grammatical term. "--it called F A M I L I A L form."

More growling, "and that mean 'you' but for friend only, That is A M I C A B L E form."

A chuff and some whining, "and that mean 'you' for everyone else. And that called T R A N S A C T I O N A L form."

Recognition dawned on the girl's face. "Ah! English doesn't do that but Spanish does. You say 'Tú' for friends and family but 'Usted' for everyone else."

Pascal flicked an ear in acknowledgement. "yes yes. Like that. When you talk to customer or when customer talk to you, It proper use transactional form. When you worker talk other worker use transactional too, maybe amicable if good good friend. But you never never use familial form at work. It considered V U L G A R."

"That bad?"

"Yes yes." Pascal geckered in amusement. "When foreigner learn Outlander they make this mistake much. Sunshine does this all the time. You see her, yes yes? Other missionary, no fur and big ears, she is from other part of Focus, planet called Hearthside. When Hearthsider learn Outlander, they think familial form mean 'I like you, you like my family, so I call you by that'. But that not right. Well, that not only meaning. Yes it mean 'I think you like family' but it also mean 'I expect you TREAT ME like family. So obey like pup obey sire or dam, or give special treatment like between litter mates. When customer use that form, it make them sound E N T I T L E D. Like you owe them respect, like they are one of your sires or your dams.

"Anyway, These Karens, they like to use familial 'you' to workers, So we have a word, it means 'one who uses familial pronoun'. Long in English but much shorter in Outlander. So I put 'Karen' in our lexicon."

The girl smiled.

"You show your teeth. That is good, yes?"

"Oh yeah, sorry," she said. "Humans show our teeth when we're happy."

"Like this?" Pascal slid his lips back, flashing his fangs.

The girl laughed. "Yeah. You know, I didn't realize how much like us you guys were. We have all these stories about aliens, some want to kill us, some want to loot our planet, sometimes we kill them. Sometimes they're so different from us that we can't even communicate. But it rarely ends well when we meet. But here we are, two veterans of the customer service trenches trading war stories. It makes the universe feel a little less lonely."

Pascal cocked an ear toward the front of the store. "The argument has stopped. I go back."

"Nice meeting you I'm Lupe, And your name?"

"Pascal," He said, rearing up on his hind feet and patting his belly.

"Bye, Pascal, Oh, and your English is great, I think you got better just while we were talking."

"Thank you. I talk more, I get better." He started off toward the front of the store.

"Got my cigs!" Fr. Shaheen, sporting a black eye and fat lip, held the carton of carcinogens aloft like a video game protagonist after acquiring a new item. A few of the other patrons were being hauled off by cops. "The bishop's gonna have some questions for me in the morning. I'm sure this'll end up in a few YouTube videos at least."

"So," he said as they walked back to the pickup, a lit cigarette already between his lips. "You've seen Man the angel and Man the ape, what do you think about us now?"

Pascal took stock of his injuries, his smashed paw and lacerated tail, then slid back his lips and looked up at the priest.

"You're showing your teeth. Is something wrong?" Fr. Shaheen asked.

«No, not at all. I know you can't smell our pheromones, so I thought imitating you're teeth-bearing gesture would let you know I'm happy.»

«Humans can be violent, greedy, disgusting animals.»

"And that makes you happy?"

«Because yinrih are also violent, greedy, disgusting animals. You think these claws are just for climbing trees? We didn't set out to find perfect creatures to admire on a pedestal. We want others who can walk down the hard road of life together with us. We want friends, and that's what we found.»

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u/dual_scanner_again — 5 days ago

The Angel and the Ape

Fr. Shaheen took a drag of his cigarrette as he stared up at the night sky. A few stars were just bright enough to shine through the gray haze cast by the street lights in town.

Just at the edge of the trailer's porch light sat an old foundation where a sizeable rectory once stood. It had been far too large for a single resident, so he had it torn down and was now living in a much more modest mobile home. At one point a youth center was planned to take its place, but the number of heads devoid of gray hairs that could be found in the pews of Our Lady of the Cedars could be counted on both hands.

Rare was the night where the priest couldn't be found puffing away in front of his trailer. Restful nights were few and far between. Maybe his smoking habit was to blame. His new housemate did comment frequently on his snoring, loud enough to be heard from the other end of the house.

That new housemate was awkwardly lying on the bench across from him, a haphazard jumble of limbs. He was covered wet nose to prehensile tail in black and white fur. He broke the silence with a cough. "Why you cleric breathe that smoke stick?" came a tinny robotic voice from somewhere in the tangle of legs. "That smoke make cough. Smell bad bad." The little quadruped's English was improving by the day, but the intonation was off, with stressed syllables appearing everywhere but where they should.

"We all have our vices," sighed Fr. Shaheen. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"You cleric friend, ask ask."

"Why'd you're leader insist on you staying with me?"

After a long pause, "She iris think you human maybe follow Light more good than us yinrih. Maybe again you cleric make me friend believe."

"I think Dr. Staples has been giving you guys the wrong idea about humanity."

"He doctor show us how strong human, how fast human. Show us beautiful arts. Show us human help other and not think self."

"Yeah, that's what we aspire to be," grunted Fr. Shaheen as he rose to his feet.

"Where you cleric go?" asked the creature as he oozed down from the bench and planted his hexadactyl paws on the wooden porch.

"Come on. We're going to get more cancer sticks." The priest walked to a dust-caked pickup truck parked next to the trailer. After a deep bowing stretch the alien trotted behind him.

"Turn off that synthesizer," said the priest as he turned the ignition. "I need to work on my Commonthroat comprehension."

The alien complied, slipping the small chording keyer from his wrist and placing it in a pocketed band around his right foreleg. His real voice came in quiet melodic whines and growls, as though a dog were trying to speak Mandarin in its sleep. The priest had to strain to discern the subtle shifts in volume that were just as meaningful as the underlying sound.

«When are you going to give me a human name?» the alien grunted.

"Eh? Don't you have a perfectly good Commonthroat name? ring...light, isn't it? So like moonlight, but from a ring around your home planet?"

«Yeah, but I want a name humans can pronounce.»

"What's wrong with translating your name as is?"

«This planet doesn't have a ring, and none of you humans have been on a planet that does. I feel like the name falls flat. I want my name to mean something to those around me, not just to the five other yinrih who are with me.»

After a long pause, "Back there before we left, you said you didn't believe anymore."

The alien hesitated, then tilted his muzzle up, a rough equivalent to an affirmative nod. «I was a devout pup. I went to liturgies daily, poured over hagiographies, could quote scripture as easy as breathing. Faith helped me back then. I was...am--» The next few words were lost on the priest.

"Maybe rephrase that last part, Those are some new words for me."

«Well... I'm not sure if you humans experience this, but some of us have something wrong in our brains, a condition that keeps us from feeling happy. I have that condition.»

"Depression. We've got that over here alright. I struggle with depression, too. A lot of humans do. My faith keeps me afloat. Sounds like it helped you, too. But what happened?"

«I always needed something solid I could stand on, something tangible that vindicated my faith. Through my puppyhood I thought I had that something, but I turned out to be wrong.»

"What was that something?"

«Persistence,» said the alien. «For a hundred thousand years the Bright Way persisted. It survived threats from without and from within. It managed to survive so long despite the often profound stupidity of its leaders. I thought only a divine mandate could keep such a mess from foundering.»

"And...?"

«It was a lot of little things. I noticed other Wayfarers could be just as rude and hateful as anyone else, and that made me wonder if the Bright Way is no better than any other group of people, is it really special? Surely the organization that claims to be the bastion of truth and virtue should be BETTER, right? Not just not any worse.

«But the tipping point was when the High Hearthkeeper tried to shutter the missionaries, the whole purpose for the Bright Way's existence, you know? 'Go, dearest little ones, spread your light to the stars, and ye shall become brighter yourselves.' That's the Great Commandment. That's our most sacred precept, that we're not alone in the universe, that we should seek out the Light's other creatures among the stars. So what? We're just going to abandon it now? Than what are we? What is our reason for being?

«That's when it hit me. If our own leader doesn't care, why should I?»

"You sacrificed a lot. It took you 250 years to get here, and it'll be at least that long before you see others of your kind again. If you think this mission from God, this Great Commandment, of yours is just a fairy tale, than why bother?"

«As for me,» said the alien, «I'm not a very gregarious person. The other missionaries with me, they're all I've got. If I didn't go with them I'd likely never see them again.»

"But still... dropping everything knowing you may never return, that's a heavy choice to make, friends or not."

«Well, you can blame Iris for twisting my ear. She said if I were right, and this is all nonsense, I will have lost nothing by coming with them. It's not like we age while in suspension, and the only people I would be leaving behind were just as eager to see me go on the mission. But if the Bright Way is right, I will have gained everything by obeying the Great Commandment, so--» He quickly flicked his ears back in a cynoid shrug.

The priest was beaming.

«You're showing your teeth. Is something wrong?»

"Pascal!" the priest proclaimed. "That's your human name!"

«I don't follow.»

"Blaise Pascal, he lived 400 years ago. Most people today know him as a scientist, I'm pretty sure there's a unit of measure named after him, but he also talked a lot about faith. Pascal's wager. What Iris told you. We call that Pascal's wager. Lose nothing or gain everything."

Pascal looked out the window as the pickup pulled into a sprawling parking lot. At its center was an equally sprawling monolithic building.

«So why'd you bring me here, other than to get more of your foul-smelling smoking sticks?»

"I told you what Dr. Staples showed you was what we humans want to be. That's all well and good, but you also need to know what we are." The priest got out of the pickup and Pascal followed.

"You're definitely going to need that synthesizer."

Pascal positioned the keyer in his left forepaw, then looked up at the large illuminated sign above the entrance and attempted to sound out the letters.

"W A L M A R T"

To be continued...

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u/dual_scanner_again — 6 days ago

Worldbuilding Mad Libs!

Let's see if this goes over better here than it did in 2023 on the main worldbuilding sub. Fill in the blanks in a way that makes sense in your world. Feel free to reply with other Mad Libs.

[plural noun]? [plural noun]? [plural noun]? You want it? It's yours, my friend, as long as you have enough [name of currency]!

Sorry, [name of person], I can't give credit. Come back when you're a little mmmMMm richer!

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u/dual_scanner_again — 8 days ago

The Uncanny Valley

"I really wish you wouldn't wear that thing on campus." Sarah plucked a sticker from the monkey fox's back reading Fur is murder! "Last time I took a whole can of red paint for you."

Sunshine looked at the sticker Sarah had removed from her fur cloak. "I wouldn't be showing the saint proper respect if I let her hame sit around and gather dust. I'm blessed to wear her holy pelage."

"Yeah, and that's another thing, most humans don't regard wearing the skin of a dead person to be honoring them."

"But WE do. You'll just have to explain it to them."

"Next time bring your keyer and you can explain it yourself. I'm sick of talking about Claravian funerary rituals to literally everyone that walks by."

Sunshine looked back at the field. The teams were filing out for half time. "This is an interesting game. What's it called again?"

"Football," said Sarah.

"But they aren't using their feet very much, except for all the running."

Sarah shrugged. "Honestly I don't know why we call it that. There's another sport that's also called 'football', well by people from other countries, anyway, that involves a lot more kicking."

"What's THAT!" Sunshine barked, gesturing with her muzzle down at the field.

"Oh that's just the college mascot, the Erickson College Coyote." A man in a coyote costume, wearing a baseball hat and T-shirt with the school's logo on it, was capering around the field.

"And why... is it on its hind feet?" asked Sunshine, a nervous tremor in her voice.

"It's just a guy in a costume. Wait, are you afraid of it?"

"No, it's just--" Sunshine gestured with her forepaw at her whiskery muzzle and erect motile ears, "And then he has--" she pointed at Sarah's arms and legs. "It's... Unsettling."

"This coming from the woman wearing a three-thousand year old dead person's pelt as a winter jacket."

"Hay! Don't forget you're as strange to us as we are to you."

"Fair enough," Sarah sighed. "We humans have this thing that happens when we see something that's almost human but not quite. It's a feeling of revulsion we call 'The Uncanny Valley.' Basically, if you take a creature that isn't human and gradually make it more and more human-looking, it gets more and more appealing, but when it's almost but not perfectly human, there's a fear reaction because we think it SHOULD be human but we know it isn't. Maybe you're feeling the monkey fox equivalent to the uncanny valley."

"Maybe you're right," said Sunshine, building up the courage to examine the mascot. "So why does his hat not cover his ears? Why cover your head but leave the most sensitive parts exposed? Ears need the most protection from cold and sun." She gestured with her tail at the loose part of the hame wrapped around her ears against the November chill.

"I don't know," Sarah admitted.

"And why is he wearing a shirt if he already has fur to keep him warm? And why isn't he wearing pants, or shoes for that matter? Why cover only the upper body?"

"I told you, it's just a guy in a costume, a guy who goes to the same veterinary pharmacology class as I do. So you know what, Next Monday you come to class with me and you can ask him yourself."

"Maybe I will," Sunshine huffed.

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u/dual_scanner_again — 9 days ago

Starting to sketch a writing system for Outlander

Outlander is another xenolang spoken by the yinrih, specifically by the residents of the planet Moonlitter and the Outer Belt (Focus's Kuiper belt).

Outlander grammar takes a fair amount of inspiration from Austronesian languages, specifically Tagalog, or what I as a non Linguist can glean from various sources online. I thought it fitting that the writing system should be inspired by another Austronesian language, specifically Javanese.

However, this isn't an abugida. It's another "dajba" like the Commonthroat script. Yinrih can only make eight actual sounds, with variations in pitch and volume and timing having to do all the heavy lifting, so a script that favors vowels will fit pretty much any yinrih language.

The colors of the glyphs match the colors of the letters in the Romanization. It's a fairly simple phrase.

lum rD  Mr
1sg see that

I see that

This sample is from the Moonlitter dialect, which uses demonstrative pronouns for inanimate objects. The more conservative Partisan dialect uses the pronoun rkr /chuff, short high strong growl, chuff/ instead, which is typically called the "reverential" pronoun in English-language texts on the subject.

But I'm getting off track. You'll note that the overall style of the glyphs is similar to Commonthroat. Yinrih have an ink sac connected to one of their claws and use this writing claw like a fountain pen. Any scripts they use will naturally be optimized to work using their natural ink. Because yinrih are predominantly left-handed, most scripts are written right-to-left.

u/dual_scanner_again — 12 days ago

Some samples of Commonthroat

The script is written and read right to left. Despite the flair the script is actually a "reverse abjad" or "dajba" as I call it. The full letters are vowels and the diacritics are consonants. Commonthroat is a xenolang spoken by a race of extraterrestrial arboreal canids, or "space tree doggos" if you prefer, though they would prefer to be called yinrih, which is the closest approximation a human can get to their name for themselves.

Pic 1 is a mild oath translated as "By the palms that nursed me!" it means something like "Oh wow!" or "Holy crap!" Yinrih sweat milk from the palms of their forepaws.

Pic 2 is the traditional Commonthroat greeting "Light shine upon you, friend!"

Pic 3 is the same as pic 2 but written in an older full alphabet style.

Pic 4 is a very vulgar slur meaning "egg-eater" (or at least it should be. I misspelled it, but it looks cool). Yinrih are oviparous, so calling someone an egg-eater is a grave insult. Call a coworker that and you'll be updating your resume.

Pic 5 is a bit of pseudo ASCII art showing the word for "operating system".

Pic 6 is the name of the yinrih ship that finds Earth, the Dewfall.

Pic 7 is the word for "mech hangar". Every sci-fi setting has to have big ol' stompy walking war crimes :)

Pic 8 is a sign for a clinic. The Braille is in fact related to the print text. I may post the braille system for Commonthroat some time.

Pic 9 is a saying that translates to "The path to the stars is painted in the blood of martyrs."

Pic 10 translates to "A saint makes friends of his enemies."

Pic 11 translates to "I, the ignorant one, do/work" or more naturally "I have no idea what I'm doing."

Pic 12 is the name of the worldbuilding project that Commonthroat is a part of The Lonely Galaxy. Yinrih are the only other sapient species in the galaxy, and perhaps the universe, and they've been looking for other sophonts in vein for a loooooong time (on the order of a hundred thousand years) by the time they find Earth.

Pic 13 finally is a pronunciation key.

What do you think? Thanks for reading my tedious lore dump :D

u/dual_scanner_again — 14 days ago

A gun wielded by a quadruped

This is part of my Lonely Galaxy project, where humanity's first contact is also the aliens' first contact.

Please excuse the chicken scratches and any spelling mistakes (they prove I'm not a robot).

The picture shows a yinrih (aka monkey fox) wearing a back-mounted shotgun. The trigger is a pull cord operated by the yinrih's prehensile tail. The gun is mounted on a saddle that has weighted saddle bags along the user's sides to make the gun less top-heavy. The stock is also weighted to reduce recoil. The saddle is secured to the wearer with belly straps. There is a sight hanging down from the tip of the barrel. The barrel is long enough to clear the user's ears.

This type of firearm isn't very accurate, and yinrih are not as adept at tracking moving targets compared to humans. The entire shell is fired from the barrel, and a secondary charge on the shell itself detonates closer to the target to provide a bit more kinetic energy. Shells can also contain other payloads such as powdered irritants that incapacitate the target which can then be dispatched in melee.

These weapons are positively antediluvian by the time of First Contact, but they're still used by hunters and firearms enthusiasts. Modern military firearms take the form of semi-autonomous drone capsules that mount to the back of powered armor and hover near the operator similar to the option power-up from Gradius.

The red text "Just as the founding sires intended" is a joke and doesn't exist in-universe, though yinrih fathers are properly called _sires_ in English. Mothers are _dams_.

Thoughts? I'm not familiar with firearms so I probably made a lot of mistakes.

u/dual_scanner_again — 14 days ago

The traditional Commonthroat greeting

This is the full version of the traditional Commonthroat greeting Light shine upon you, friend! written in Commonthroat. A gloss is below.

L   rLPq-p      BCq-b         sFsF-qn
OPT light-3D    illuminate-NA friend-2

L /long low weak grunt/ is a particle marking the optative mood. The optative mood indicates wishes or desires.

rLPqp /chuff, long rising strengthening grunt; huff, short high strong grunt/ means light, and is inflected in the 3rd person distal form, roughly corresponding to that or yonder. Nouns in Commonthroat must infect for the grammatical person (1st 2nd or 3rd) as well as the relative position (near speaker, near listener, or far from both) of the referent.

BCqb /long low strengthening whine; huff, short low weak whine/ is a verb meaning illuminate or shine upon. the -b indicates the verb is in the nonauthoritative mood. This mood is used when the speaker is unsure if the statement is true. The optative modal particle mentioned before requires the verb be inflected this way because the speaker hopes or wishes the thing come to pass, but isn't sure it actually has.

sFsFqn /yip, long high strong whine; yip, long high strong whine; huff, short high weak grunt/ means friend. Humans learning Commonthroat comment that the word sounds like enthusiastic barking, like a dog greeting a human friend. The -qn suffix marks the word as being in the 2nd person. In English, you have to use the pronoun you as the object, and add friend or similar as a vocative to clarify who is being addressed, but Commonthroat accomplishes both in a single word.

The alphabet is written from right to left. It is in a slightly older style, with both consonants (huffs chuffs and yips) and vowels (whines growls and grunts) as full letters. There is a newer style that uses diacritics for consonants when they occur at the beginning of a syllable, and only uses full letters at the end of a syllable. The mark at the far left is an exclamation point.

There is a gesture similar to a handshake that goes along with the greeting. The speaker rears up on his hind feet and pats himself on the belly twice with the left forepaw. Importantly, you pat your own belly in response, not the other person's! Many humans have assumed otherwise and ended up with an assault charge. This gesture shows trust by exposing the speaker's vulnerable underbelly to his interlocutor.

Though the greeting has strong religious connotations, it is ubiquitous across the Commonthroat-speaking world, though as often as not shortened to BCqb! shine!. Refusal to use it marks you as an ideologue even in the fairly secular Allied Worlds.

u/dual_scanner_again — 15 days ago

Why does magic have to be systematic?

Preface: I totally get the appeal of coming up with rules, seeing how they fit together, and seeing how one can work within or bend the system. This is more an expression of my personal taste, and an offer to discuss your own.

Lots and lots of posts here about magic systems, stuff that can be quantified and analyzed. To me that's not magic anymore, it's just science. To me, magic should be like chimps messing with a nuke. Sure there's a system to it, nuclear physics and engineering and all that, but it's all utterly beyond the ken of a humble chimpanzee. Monkey press button, monkey make little sun.

There should be mystery to magic. It shouldn't be something you can put in a test tube or weigh on an analytical balance.

Thoughts?

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u/dual_scanner_again — 16 days ago

Odor colors

Yinrih odor vocabulary works like color vocabulary in most human languages. Yinrih speak of a two dimensional "odor space", with one axis representing arousal (whether the odor depresses or stimulates alertness) and valence (whether the odor is pleasant or unpleasant). All languages distinguish at least four basic odor words, and all more specific odor terms can be described as subsets of one of these base words. All languages also have a word that means odorless, analogous to words like dark and silent.

The following table demonstrates the four basic odor words in Hearthsider. The hearthsider word for scentlessness (the language lacks true adjectives) is tqT pronounced /short plain weak hiss; huff, long plain weak hiss/.

Unpleasant Pleasant
high Arousal nsN pyP
Low Arousal lqL mrM

Layered on top of this system are the various words describing emotional states, which are tightly coupled with the odors produced by a yinrih's ambient musk and ink. This is why all major yinrih languages have a word meaning to smell like that doubles as the verb to feel an emotion. Yinrih have an empathetic musk response, where smelling an odor associated with a particular emotion will evoke that same emotion in the smeller, and this response can be triggered by things that merely smell similar. It's not uncommon for a yinrih to describe an inanimate object as smelling "happy" or "scared" or "angry".

A person can be said to be scentless, which can mean a few things depending on context. Much like humans putting on a poker face, yinrih can, with practice, stifle or eliminate the notes of their musk that communicate emotion. In this sense a person who is stoic or unflappable may be described as scentless. Someone who lacks empathy, such as a sociopath, can also be scentless. A scentless kit or pup in particular is cause for a great deal of concern, as it often forebodes troubling unchildlike behavior.

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u/dual_scanner_again — 16 days ago

Is there away to make stroke thickness depend on direction rather than speed or pressure?

In Freeform for iOS, the fountain pen's stroke is thicker when going down vs going up or to the left or right. Is there a way to emulate that in ProCreate?

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u/dual_scanner_again — 16 days ago

Anyone else make 3D prints inspired by their worldbuilding?

All these are inspired by my Lonely Galaxy project, where humanity's first contact is also the aliens' first contact.

Pic 1 is the Star and Gear, the symbol of the Bright Way, the historically dominant yinrih religion, whose missionaries eventually find EArth. It consists of a blue gear surrounding a yellow circle. Across the circle is a red arch. The arch represents the planetary ring of the yinrih's homeworld when seen from the surface.

Pic 2 is an Alliance token, the currency of the Allied Worlds. Don't you dare call them "credits". Humans often call them "doggo dollars" or "floof francs". It's a plastic (in-universe) coin, with the main detail being a filleted diamond shape surrounding four circles representing the four planets that make up the alliance. It's also full of intricate anti-forgery designs that I was too lazy to include in the print.

Pic 3 is a positive relief of a male yinrih's forepaw print. There are six digital pads (aka "toe beans"), and three large palmar pads. Five of the six digits show claw marks, but the index finger analog lacks one. This is because the claw of the index finger is a specialized writing claw that is flatter and broader than the others. It resembles, and functions as, the nib of a fountain pen.

Pic 4 contains two things of note, other than the calibration cube and the printer itself in the background. Toward the foreground is a female forepaw print. The arrangement of a yinrih's palmar pads is sexually dimorphic. The "toe beans" and writing claw are identical to the male's, but instead of three large palmar pads, there are two large pads near the heel of the paw and several smaller ones near the base of the digits. The extra space between the pads is to make room for a lactation patch. Like monotremes, yinrih females sweat milk, but they do it through their palms.

Toward the center of the image is a wind fruit. It consists of four fleshy lobes. It's supposed to be green, but blue filament was what I had. Wind fruit is so called because it ferments rapidly into alcohol by the yinrih's gut flora. Copious amounts of gas are a byproduct of the fermentation process.

Pic 5 is an example of Commonthroat Tactile, a tactile alphabet used for labeling containers and controls. Yinrih use their rear paws almost as much as their front paws for manipulating objects. This tactile alphabet allows yinrih to identify things without having to look at what their rear paws are grabbing. It is also used by the blind in a similar manner to Braille, to read and write longer texts, but unlike Braille, sighted yinrih also use it.

Each letter is represented by a cell of four dots arranged two by two. Like Braille, dots can be raised or lowered, but lines can also be used to connect the dots.

Pic 6 is the symbol of the Unionists, a controversial (it wouldn't be inaccurate to call them "fascists") manifest destiny movement within the Allied Worlds. The symbol is similar to the one for the Allied Worlds seen in the coin in Pic 2. Instead of four circles it contains six, one for each of the major planets.

Pic 7 is actually something practical. It's a simple pill bottle holder. The symbol on the front is the healer's paw, the universal symbol for health and medicine across Focus. The symbol consists of five diamonds, two large ones with three smaller ones connecting them. It's a highly stylized depiction of a female yinrih's forepaw print minus the digital pads. Traditionally, only women may practice medicine. Because yinrih are warm blooded, perpetually unshod, and able to see thermal radiation, they can see glowing trackways left in a person's wake in addition to traditional prints left in soft ground. The floor of healer's offices were naturally filled with these prints, associating them with health and medicine.

u/dual_scanner_again — 17 days ago

Tips on Making Xenolangs

This is a repost of a write-up I did over on the CBB forum about how I came up with the phonology and initial vocabulary of Commonthroat, my principle yinrih language. I thought it might find use here as well.


Phonology

I thought others might benefit from my personal approach to developing Commonthroat's phonology, so here's a post detailing how I did that.

Someone's bound to mention this Artifexian video, and while it does touch on a few things I did, they still use a primarily articulatory approach, and they still attempt to make the language approximately pronounceable by humans, which for me is a big no no.

Now in the case of Commonthroat, it's still using an oral medium that humans can interpret, even if they can't reproduce it. It's perfectly possible to come up with a language that uses a medium that humans have no access to at all, like modulated radio waves or releasing pheromones, but if you're working on something that humans can at least perceive, it makes it a little easier.

The first thing to do is to come up with a very high-level qualitative impression of the language. How would a person who is hearing or otherwise perceiving this language for the first time describe how it sounds? For example, Mandarin is chalk full of sibilants and is famously tonal, Russian paletalizes everything, (American) English is abundantly nasal. I wanted Commonthroat to sound like the noises a dog makes when it's dreaming.

OK, so we have a high-level description, the next question is, how do you come up with a phonology that gives that impression? The video linked above asks "How would a speaker of this language make this particular sound?" complete with IPA-esque charts listing manners and places of articulation. This was my first approach as well. I spent some time googling "dog vocal tract", but didn't get much I could use, especially since I'm neither a veterinarian nor a linguist.

The light bulb moment for me was when I realized that I was asking the wrong question. Instead of asking "How does a dog make a particular sound?" I should ask "what does each phoneme sound like?" without worrying about the anatomy needed to generate those sounds. That's a much simpler question to answer. Instead of slogging through scientific journals that I can't understand, I just had to listen to my dog as he slept, only supplementing that information with a few popular articles on dog vocalization to tie up loose ends.

So, for example, if you're creating a language for sapient neutron stars, you merely need to do some light research into what sorts of things neutron stars do, and ask yourself, at a high level, which of those things you could hammer out into a language. Neutron stars have jets of X-rays that they emit from their poles, and also experience star-quakes, so you could potentially turn those phenomena into a language. The key isn't to ask, "how could a sentient neutron star produce such and such?" but "How would an observer describe the patterns of X-rays the star is emitting?" or similar. No need to worry about the articulatory mechanisms at play.

Back to my doggo, my next step was to listen to the sorts of sounds he made while sleeping. He's quiet to a fault wile awake, to the point that I've forgotten about him in the back yard for hours because he wouldn't bark to be let back in, just sit silently at the door. (Don't worry, I've installed a camera pointing at the door so I can tell if he's ready to come in.) Anyway, he may be a mime when awake, but he's extremely vocal while asleep. After a few nights of observation, I came up with the following different noises: whines, yips, growls, and sighs through the nose.

I didn't feel that was quite enough to go on, so I thought about other sounds I've heard dogs make. My first guide dog, a golden retriever, would make these happy grunting noises whenever she greeted a human she recognized. That sounded like it could fit into the overall gamut of sounds without compromising the "dreaming dog" quality of the language, so I decided to add grunts as a category of sound. Of course, yinrih aren't just dogs. They're aliens that happen to look sort of like dogs, so I wasn't strictly limited to only sounds dogs can make. Tigers make a sound called a chuff that I find pleasant, so I decided to add that to the list.

Our bird's eye view of the phonology now consists of six sounds: whines, growls, grunts, sighs (which I call "huffs"), chuffs, and yips. But six sounds isn't a lot. That's still just over half the size of the smallest phoneme inventory for a human language. (Piraha and Rotokas I believe have something like 10 or 11 phonemes, depending on who's counting.) Herein lies the other aha moment for me. Instead of thinking in terms of atomic segments, think in terms of a feature space.

The first step here is admittedly a bit of a lazy shortcut, I decided to think in terms of syllables, specifically which sounds can serve as syllable nuclei (vowels) and which cannot (consonants). There's no reason why a xenolang would even have the concept of syllables. Indeed, it seems even in human linguistics the concept of a syllable is a "You know it when you see it" kind of thing. Anyway, I decided that huffs, chuffs, and yips shall serve as consonants, and whines, growls, and grunts shall serve as vowels.

Huffs, chuffs, and yips shall therefor be considered atomic, with no internal features beyond a vague qualitative description. Huffs are a sigh through the nose, chuffs are like huffs, but trilled, and yips are quiet little barks. Here's where some people may find my approach a little unsatisfying, especially if you want to produce audio samples of your language. We know what yipping sounds like in general, but at some point an obvious question comes up, how does a yip effect the sounds around it? And how is it effected in turn? This technique doesn't really help answer that question, and I'm left with the somewhat disappointing fact that I honestly can't say how a yip sounds on a technical level.

On to the vowels. We've got three broad vowel qualities, which I call "phonations": whines, growls, and grunts. The vowels are where the concept of a feature space really comes into play. What do I mean by feature space? Think of how you specify colors on a computer. The most common way is to specify how much red, green, and blue a particular color contains. Theoretically, you can define any color by specifying values for these three axes. So we need to think of axes that would define our vowels. Phonation itself can be considered an axis with three values: whine, growl, and grunt. Dogs can also change the pitch and volume of their vocalizations, so we can add two more axes to our feature space: tone (pitch) and strength (volume). You can have as many values on each axis as you like, but I decided to go with a rather coarse two values for each, with high and low tones, and strong and weak volumes (strengths). Remember, we're going for a high level qualitative approach. Don't worry about exactly how high or how loud. In the yinrih's case, they're fairly quiet even at their loudest, so even strong (loud) vowels are quiet by human standards. But is there some other feature we could add as an axis? Of course, length! It's everywhere in human language, and it's trivial to toss it in as a feature, with two values of short and long.

The feature space now has four axes: two lengths (short and long), two tones (low and high), two strengths (weak and strong), and three phonations (whine growl and grunt). This gives us a grand total of 24 vowels. With our three consonants (huffs chuffs and yips) pushing us up to a total phoneme inventory of 27 phonemes. Not too shabby!

But as the late Billy Mays would say: "I'M NOT DONE YET![". We've got our phoneme inventory, so it's time to start thinking about phonetactics. Let's circle back to the concept of syllables. Internally, syllables consist of an onset, a nucleus, and a coda. That nucleus need not be a single solitary vowel. We can dramatically increase our syllable count by using diphthongs, or as I call them in Commonthroat, Contours. There's no reason you can't just say any two vowels can form a contour, indeed, there's no reason you have to limit it to two vowels, but I wanted to be able to easily describe qualitatively how a syllable sounds, even if I can't tell you the nitty-gritty of how the sound is generated. I decided to come up with some phonetactic constraints to limit the number of possible contours. You can use whatever criteria you want when coming up with constraints, but my goal was to make it easy to programmatically generate a list of every possible syllable. With that in mind, I decided that there are two rules that govern which vowels can form contours. First, two vowels may not form a contour if they differ only in length. A short low weak growl and a long low weak growl cannot form a contour. Second, the two vowels must have the same phonation type. A short low weak growl and a short high weak growl can form a contour, but a whine and a growl cannot.

Since this process is all about getting the general vibe of how a language sounds, we should probably come up with a concise way of describing contours as well as simple vowels. We have two vowels, and each vowel has four features, one of which (phonation) will always be the same between them. So let's say that if the two vowels have the same value for a particular feature, we can simply describe them like a simple vowel with that feature. If both vowels are short, the contour can simply be described as short. If both vowels are high, the whole contour is high, and so on. If we want to be nit picky, we could clarify that a long contour is probably quantitatively longer than a long simple vowel, but the key to this approach is to use broad strokes, not get into the phonological weeds.

Contours with different tones are trivial to describe, since human linguistics already has a way of describing them. Low to high is rising, and high to low is falling. It took me a bit to think of simple descriptors for contours of the other axes. I dropped the terms "volume", "quiet", and "loud" for describing the loudness of a vowel because I wanted to maintain the impression that the language is always spoken at a comparitively quiet volume. So the category is called "strength", with quiet instead being called "weak" and loud being called "strong". With new qualitative terms for the volume strength axis, we can extrapolate words for contours along that axis: weakening and strengthening. But the two vowels of a contour can also have differnt lengths. This was the hardest axis to describe. Eventually it occured to me that if the first vowel is short and the second is long, that means that the change from one end of the contour to the other occurs earlier in the syllable. So a contour consisting of a short vowel followed by a long vowel can be called early. A contour consisting of a long vowel followed by a short vowel can thus be called late, since the change from one vowel to the other occurs later in the syllable.

Now we have nice, qualitative descriptions for our simple vowels and contours, their timing, tone, strength, and phonation, from short low weak whine to long high strong grunt, and early falling weakening growl to late rising strenghthening whine.

Nuclei aren't the only part of a syllable, we still need to think about our consonants--onsets and codas. Since my goal is to keep things simple to program, I've settled on a very simple syllable structure of (C)V(C). Since I can't imagine how a yip would sound like at the end of a syllable, I'll restrict yips to onsets only. So we have three possible onsets (huff, chuff, and yip), with an empty onset bumping it up to four, and two codas (huff and chuff), three counting open syllables.

One quick Python script later and I have a list of every possible syllable in Commonthroat. 2016, it turns out.

That's our phonology done and dusted. The TL;DR is that you want to think of how a language sounds to the listener, not how it's produced by the speaker. You also want to keep a high-level qualitative view of the phonology--what impression does it give to the listener overall, and you want to think in terms of an abstract space of feature axes that combine to make a phoneme, and not simply limit yourself to atomic segments.

Vocabulary

Once I was done figuring out the phonology, and once I had a list of valid syllables, I needed to match those syllables to basic terms. I decided to start with the Swadesh list as a base. I've read many claims about the Swadesh list: that the terms in the list are the least likely to be replaced over time, that the list represents universal concepts that every language will have simple native words for, etc. I'm not concerned with the linguistic validity of these claims, since this is a constructed world, not a dissertation of the real one.

In my case, I decided to go with the angle that the list represents simple concepts that any language spoken by the yinrih would differentiate. However, there's a problem. The Swadesh list was designed with the perfectly reasonable assumption that the languages it would be used to analyze were spoken by humans living on Earth, not a spacefaring civilization of arboreal monkey foxes. So the first thing to do is go through the list and cull terms that wouldn't make sense for the yinrih.

This is also a good time to mention that you should have a few ideas for some high-level features you want your language to have, as this may effect what words on the list are valid for your language as much as the species' environment and biology. In Commonthroat's case, the big feature is the complete and utter lack of pronouns. If you're using the large 207-word list available on Wikipedia, that means that the first 15 entries are no good.

After that we can trundle merrily along until wee get to entries 36 to 41, (woman, man, person, child, wife, husband, mother, and father). It is at this point that you need to look deeply within yourself and ask some very important questions--how is babby formed? How girl get pragnent? In other words, what is your speakers' reproductive strategy and lifecycle? Do they use sexual reproduction? If so, do they use a two-gender system like terrestrial vertebrates? Any weird phenomena like parthenogenesis? Do they have extreme sexual dimorphism? Do they even reproduce at all, or are they immortal gods for whom such biological niceties are utterly meaningless? This is going to have a huge impact on your language's vocabulary. If your speakers are asexual sponges that reproduce by budding, then all those entries go out the window. In the yinrih's case, they do have analogs to males and females, so "woman" and "man" can stay.

You may decide to tweak the meaning of an entry rather than remove it outright, so "child" becomes "pup". This is mostly for flavor, as yinrih also refer to human children as "pups", the change is simply a reminder that the yinrih are canine. The next four entries--whife, husband, mother, and father--also warrant scrutiny. If your culture has no concept of marriage, husband and wife are out the window. Mother and father similarly hang on your species' reproductive strategy. The yinrih do not have a sex drive, and consequently don't have a concept of marriage. A litter of pups can also be the product of up to twelve genetic parents. With that in mind, we need to axe "husband" and "wife" altogether. I also decided to tweak the meanings of "mother" and "father", as a pup usually has more than one of each, so the terms become "dam" and "sire", respectively. We'll have to circle back to family life later, but let's move on for now.

The next several entries (44 through 60) have to do with flora and fauna. Here you're going to have to put some thought into the ecology of your conworld. You can get really creative with things like aeroplankton and giant tardigrades, or you could be lazy like me and dust off the uncreative conworlder's favorite tool: Convergent Evolution! Does it really make sense for things like fish, birds, dogs, and lice to have emerged on a completely different planet? probably not, but it's an easy way to make your speakers more relatable by giving them a familiar environment. In the case of Yih, I decided to chuck the terms for fauna (except for the generic "animal"), but keep all the terms for plants. You can't be arboreal if you don't have trees, after all.

The next entry, 61 "rope", forces us to ask if our critters are tool-users, and if so, is rope a thing? In the yinrih's case, the answer is yes, so rope gets to stay.

Entries 62 through 91 are all parts of the body, human or otherwise, so we need to think about our speakrrs' anatomy, and should you be so inclined, to circle back to the fauna of your conworld to come up with some non-sophont body parts that you deem important enough to include. Going down the list, everything seems reasonable enough until we get to "egg". Is ovipary present in your world? If so, are your speakers themselves oviparous? The yinrih are, so while "egg" gets a direct translation, it has much weightier cultural connotations. Male yinrih also lay eggs, since their reproductive strategy is somewhat like broadcast spawning, but I decided not to differentiate between male and female eggs in common speech, even though medically they're very different. This implies that, to the layman, the two types of eggs at least look superficially similar enough to share a common word.

Here is where I had to come up with a term from whole cloth. Yinrih aren't just oviparous, they're "exovoviviparous". After they lay their eggs, they gather the male and female eggs together in a safe place. Once the eggs are together, a protective membrane forms over the clutch and grows into what I can only describe as an external uterus. This is called a "womb-nest", and is vital enough that a simple, single morpheme word ought to exist for it. You may need to make similar additions for your own list as the need arises.

Continuing on, we eventually reach a cluster of nonhuman body parts: tail, horn, and feather. Yinrih themselves have tails, so the word gets to stay. I decided to exclude horn and feather, but you will need to decide based on your speakers' anatomy and that of other relevant animals in your world whether these terms stay or go, or whether more need to be added.

"Hair" gets a slightly expanded meaning, as the yinrih are covered in fur, so the word now becomes "pelage" or "coat". "Head", "eye" and "ear" translate more or less exactly, but here's an instance where I decided the yinrih would make a distinction not present in normal human languages. Like the canids that inspired them, yinrih have muzzles and wet noses. They don't have a single term for "nose", but a word for "muzzle", which includes the jaw and lips, and a term for "rhinarium", the wet tip of the nose.

"Mouth", "tooth", and "tongue" stay as-is, although since the tongue doesn't move to modulate yinrih speech, it isn't associated with language. Instead, I inserted the word "throat", since it's almost solely responsible for producing their vocalizations, it gets the honor of being associated with speech, with the word doubling as "language" in a similar way to how "tongue" does in many human cultures. This is why the language is called Common_throat_. If your speakers use a signed language, the word for "hand" or similar may serve the same function.

Moving on, "fingernail" becomes "claw". "foot" and "hand" merge to become "paw", as the yinrih use all four paws for both locomoation and manipulation. Both their front and rear paws look very hand-like, they are monkey foxes, after all. "leg" now refers to any of the four legs, and "knee" becomes the more general "joint". While not part of the original list or the list of basic words I derived from it, "finger" and "toe" also merge to become "digit", and "palm" and "sole" are both referred to as "palms".

"Wing" gets the axe, as I didn't think it essential enough to include. Once we get to "breast", we need to circle back to reproduction. Are your speakers mammals? While the yinrih do produce milk, they sweat it out like monotremes. Yinrih milk is produced from a patch of skin located on the forepaws of the female. It looks like an undifferentiated patch of bare skin, which is translated as "lactation patch". Here I add another basic term, "ink", as the yinrih produce a musky blue-black excretion from one of their claws that once served for scent marking, but evolved into a written language, so I've also added "write" to the list.

Now comes a series of basic actions performed by the body. Hopefully the earlier body part terms helped you come up with your critters' anatomy, and this series will detail basic actions that they can perform with that body. We start off with "drink", which gets swapped out for "lap", meaning to draw liquid into the mouth with the tongue, as the yinrih drink like dogs. "Suck" relates to "breast". since kits draw their tongue across their dams' paws to lick up the milk, "Suck" becomes "lick", in the sense of draw the tongue across a surface.

The next entry worth mentioning is "laugh", which I swapped out for "pant". As it happens, both chimps and dogs use panting similarly to human laughter.

A series of words denoting sensory and mental processes comes next. Here you need to think about your critters' psychology and how they perceive the world around them. The yinrih are all good until we get to "to smell". They have rediculously sensative noses, so while the term comes over as-is, it gains extra connotations related to perceiving the emotions of others, as yinrih use pheromones that tell those around them how they're feeling.

The next bump in the road is "sleep". Yinrih are incapable of losing consciousness, and the closest thing they have to human sleep is a period of reduced activity and dulled awareness called "torpor". So "sleep" goes and "torpor"stays.

Now we come up to a series of more dynamic actions, including some body postures and terms describing different types of motion. So we need to think about how your critters get around. Everything looks fine for the yinrih, but "to walk" specifically refers to walking on a level surface on four legs, and I added a term "to brachiate", meaning to swing hand over hand, since that's how the yinrih move through the trees as well as how spacers pull themselves along using paw cabling in microgravity. As for static postures, "to sit" gets split into "to perch", meaning to straddle a branch lying on the belly, and "to squat", meaning to sit like a dog. Yinrih also differentiate between lying on the back and lying flat on the belly, and I also added a term meaning to stand on the hind feet.

The next entry of interest for me is "sing". Yinrih language relies very heavily on timing, volume, and pitch to distinguish meaning, so they can't put words to a melody as that would make the words unintelligible. They can, however, howl, rather tunefully, in fact, so "howl" replaces "sing".

The next couple terms relate to weather and environment. If your speakers live underground, they probably lack words like "sun" and "rain". For the yinrih, everything looks good with the exception of "moon". Yih has no moon, but it does have a ring, so "moon" gets dropped in favor of "planetary ring". Note, however, that from the surface of the planet, it doesn't look like an annular shape, but an arch, so the word doesn't get used for circular objects as the word "ring" would imply, but rather bow- and arch-like ones.

After that, there are some color words mixed in with the other environmental entries. This is an aspect of worldbuilding that deserves more attention. If your speakers can't see, they probably don't have simple words denoting colors. If, like the yinrih, their visual system works dramatically different from humans' then its likely their color vocabulary will work very differently as well. Monkey foxes'eyes are more like radio receivers than cameras. Behind their normal eyelids are four pairs of "bandpass membranes" that filter incoming light. The eyes proper are patches made of billions of quarter-wave dipole nanoantennas sitting on a shared ground plane. They look normal as long as their outer eyelids are closed, but when fully open, it looks like they have empty eye sockets behind their eyelids. Yinrih have a much wider visible spectrum, although they can't perceive the entire range all at once. They use their bandpass membranes and signal processing in the brain to "tune" to different spectra, so an object may appear different depending on what spectrum they're currently tuned to.

The end result is that their color vocabulary works like English's odor vocabulary. That is, there are no words for basic colors, only descriptive terms that relate to objects that are so colored. Conversely, yinrih's odor vocabulary works (or will work, once I'm satisfied with my research) like English's color vocabulary, with words denoting abstract subjective experiences not tied to specific objects.

If you want to make your critters more unique, think about how their perception would effect their way of thinking about the world, and how that would in turn impact their language.

We're coming up on the end of the list, and I don't have much of substance to add. If your speakers aren't bilaterally symmetrical, they likely don't have words for "right" and "left".

TL;DR: think about your speakers, how they look and move, their environment, how they reproduce, how they sense and think about the world. Use that to come up with a few hundred words to use as a very basic lexicon. You can make the process easier by using the Swadesh list, or a similar list, as a base, adding, removing, and altering the entries to meet your needs.

Now you have a phonology that allows you to construct valid syllables, and a lexicon of basic terms. The next step is to assign valid sequences of phonemes to each of those terms, and bam! you've poured the foundation for your very own xenolang! You can use this foundation, as well as the high-level ideas you likely have in mind for the grammar, to start teasing out things like morphology and syntax. My personal approach is to use that basic lexicon and start writing simple glosses. I see what I like and what I don't like, adding, removing, and tweaking things as I go along.

While not strictly related to xenolangs, I've found that glossing is an extremely powerful tool for conlanging in general. You can write glosses to tease out grammatical features even when you don't have your lexicon handy.

dog-ERG man-ABS bite-1SG.ACT

man-ABS bite-1SG.PAS

I do this all the time at work when I'm away from my notes.

From here on out it's not much different from any other conlang, so have at it. I hope to see more xenolangs on this board in the future.

u/dual_scanner_again — 18 days ago
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Conlanging is a lonely hobby

You don't have to be an artist to enjoy a painting or a musician to appreciate a song or a chef to find a meal delicious. Conlanging isn't like that. You can't really enjoy the fruits of our little hobby unless you're in it yourself, or at least acquainted with linguistics.

Then there's the fact that the whole point of language is to communicate, and we are making languages that will never be used to communicate (not helped in my case because none of my langs can be pronounced by humans).

JRR Tolkien's essay A Secret Vice perfectly encapsulates this feeling, that the product of our hobby isn't "useful", that it's impenetrable to outsiders, and that we're all weirdly furtive and shy about it as a result.

Anyone else feel the same?

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u/dual_scanner_again — 19 days ago