[ WP ] You used to be an ordinary alien scientist , but one day you were bitten by a radioactive human . You now fight crime with your human powers .

`` The bite was deep, its torn etchings of a hard biomass flares across your medial shoulder.'' A large robed figure's voice boomed across the concert hall. 
 
 `` I only recall the wild instincts of the creature acting to preserve its own life.'' 
 
 My word was strong, and I knew that any hint to aggression from this species would resort in genocide. Talking to the maestro was easy, gaining the favor of all of the other composers would be tough. 
 
 `` And you plead with the council that this creature was not malicious?'' 
 
 His tone and condescendence were irritating to say the least. 
 
 `` I know, without a doubt, that this creature was not malicious, but scared.'' 
 
 The room bustled with small conversation, as order seemed to fall away. 
 
 `` Silence!'' The maestro reached over and tapped his long protrusive finger to a metallic bell. A tone filled the hall and deafened everyone in it. 
 
 `` You believe the creature was afraid.'' He stood and looked down at me. `` Of what exactly did he have to be afraid of, composer?'' 
 
 I scrambled for words, but my throat was dry and coarse, `` I am, unaware your graciousness. Perhaps being in a foreign place?'' I tried to keep my posture but I'm sure he could see my perspiration. 
 
 The maestro stood and drew a deep breath. `` We saved this species from complete annihilation. Took them in under our own care, gave them food and shelter, and now they act out. As a vicious alhrog-an would.'' 
 
 I could see the heads of the other board composers, shaking back and forth in agreement. 
 
 `` The virtue and progress of our race has let us take those who would be wiped from the canvas of existence, shielding them and rising them up to transcendence. I will not risk the safety of my own for the safety of a savage race.'' 
 
 I was trembling now. All others had their eyes on me, looking down from on high. The maestro pulled an instrument from his sleeve. I knew it as a pitch string. 
 
 `` They will be exercised.'' 
 
 He began to rotate the device around the top of the bell, producing the gorgeous tone that gave the final word for the closing of concession. 
 
 I rushed back to my own study as fast I could. Feeling all of the eyes of the others from the meeting on my back was.... less than comfortable. My shoulder ached ferociously and I knew it would affect the sound of my playing. 
 
 My stable was cold and empty. Its high ceilings reflecting my own solidarity. 
 
 *How could I have been so naïve!? * 
 
 The memory of that night came flooding back to me. 
 
 I was sitting, playing. We had just left the lower half the Kuiper belt, a fresh race on board. I remember walking the holding blocks, looking at all of their faces. 
 Pink and soft, and flushed with their fluid. 
 
 I was detailed to command maintenance of the terra-cells. Organically produced environments that match the atmosphere, temperature, and geography of the various race's home worlds. 
 
 Every night, I would sit and play my Hololexigon. A beautiful instrument that uses the air around it through an electromagnetic field, to produce divine tones. Every time that I picked up the instrument, a young primate would press her face to the containment field and listen to my tones. She would begin to hum and sing a long with my playing. 
 
 It was beautiful, and strong. Filled with passion and contempt. Every night for a very long period she would listen. I was picked at from the other composers. They would jest and ridicule me for the primate to take such a liking to me. 
 
 I was imperfect. 
 
 One late night, whilst everyone else slept, I snuck to the cells. I began to play softly, coercing the youngling to come forward. Her face appeared from the shadows and she began to show her eating appendages to me. Obviously this confused me greatly, I had the belief she enjoyed my playing. 
 
 I stopped and to my surprise, she moved to the containment field. She pressed her hand to it and her face. Liquid water began to run from her eyes. 
 
 I thought she might be dying. Anytime we excrete bodily fluids is an indication of imminent ceased function. 
 
 I ran to the control panel and slid my hand up it to open the containment field. 
 The girl fell forward, hitting her face on the walkway. I rushed over to pick her up and as soon as I could caress her, she wildly bit me on my shoulder. 
 
 I fell backwards and screamed in pain. This alarmed my fellow guards and they were able to seal the containment field before any of the others were able to flee. 
 
 What I saw in her eyes was not malice, it was fear. Pure fear, and more than likely evoked by my hand. 
 
 My transfixion on the memory faded, and I walked over to my study flat. My shoulder ached and my body was sore and perspiring. I began to feel sick, but was looking forward to the evenings playing. I retrieved my Hololexigon and began strumming the air waves, falling deeply into my own creation. 
 
 From behind me, I heard a very faint sound. A humming. It played with my melody so beautifully, like nothing I had ever heard. She had come for me. 
 
 I began to stand and swing with my instrument, its echoes playing on the lights and shadows of my palace of sound. She emerged, her fangs white and sharp. She bore them to me, but instead of danger, I felt joy. She spun all around me, her tones she could produce with no instrument at all made my heart race and my skin tighten. 
 
 I played and played, and played as hard as I've ever played. Keeping up with the female was tough and her knowledge and appreciation of her instrument was stunning. 
 
 Suddenly, I stopped. Reverberations of sound slowly fading, I fell to my knees, my instrument sliding across the floor in front of my face. My vision began to fail. 
 
 Her face, transfixed, like a hundred-thousand mirrors in my mind. I fell to dreams. 
 
 
 
 
 

