Okay, my receiver is live and open to any replies that might come through the portal from the human world. This, of course, is all theoretical on my part and I’m not expecting anything but inter-dimensional static, but if someone’s out there let me know.
As a matter of introduction my name is Lindesfarne Dewclaw and I’m a college student at Beige University. I also work for my father’s ISP handling tech duties with my finance, Fenton Fuscus. I’m twenty years old, and I’m a hedgehog who loves flight.
Rudy was understandably furious about having to attend summer school on account of the school’s error in teaching. He’s gone to summer school before, so going back when it wasn’t even his fault was particularly galling.
For Fiona and some of the other top predators in the school system who had never imagined being in class in July, the situation had its own sting. Having a novice like Edgar pass the test through blind luck was the final straw for many. Luckily for Edgar, no one directed their anger toward him personally.
It was yet another unintended consequence of standardized testing. I’m glad I’m in college now; it was hard enough switching from a herbivore to an insectivore diet without constantly filling in bubbles about it.
Speaking of tests, next week I test my portal receiver. I’m not expecting any actual replies from humans, but it’s fun to daydream about the possibility.
Fenton and I accompanied Dad and Kell to this month’s gathering of the Interspecies Support Group last night. While there’s no real stigma to our union (unlike with most of the member’s relationships), we definitely qualify since we’re a creature of the land and a creature of the sky. We do share the same insectivore eating habits, though, which makes our situation easier than so many of the others who find themselves divided by diet.
We enjoy attending, and not just because the parties are at night. We spend 95% of our time immersed in a culture that judges and categorizes us, so the ISG is one of the few places that sees us as individuals.
There are workshops and panels, and seminars on how to maintain togetherness under challenging circumstances. There’s always a speaker, usually someone who can offer a unique perspective on non-traditional families. Last night we had the sister of a certain Presidential candidate.
As I ready my attempt at communication with the Human dimension, it fascinates me to imagine a world in which everyone is a single species. They must find it much easier to live in harmony without anything substantive to divide them!
As Aby researches alternative fuels, I haven’t been neglecting my own research into cross-dimensional communication. Using Hare-Link equipment (with Dad’s permission!) I can now direct a signal directly into the portal that connects to the world populated by humans...the world I came from. (Of course, I wonder if my blogs have been getting into that world all along...In that case this is just overkill. But...oh, well.)
The device is more than a transmitter, though. It’s a receiver. That part will take me a few more weeks to activate. I have no idea what frequency to look for! Now I wish that during the short trip that Fenton and I made into that world I had done more investigating communications technology. However, we needed to get back home quickly, as Fenton really never got the hang of walking on human feet.
The power required for reception would be considerable. I wouldn't be able to connect for more an a few minutes a week. Even that, however, would be amazing.
Assuming I am able to contact the human world, I’ll have to be more circumspect with what I write here. OTOH, a dialog would open up a whole new range of subject matter. I have a lot of questions!
Finally, we just saw a movie depicting a future in which humans completely trash their planet and take off into space, leaving some technology behind. I felt this weird sense of deja vu.