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I've heard this before, but haven't found it the case personally. I started work in manual jobs and messing around with computers was my evening hobby. Many years later, I now do IT as a job (partly from gaining skills from that hobby) but also have continued it as my primary thing to do when I'm not working. I was worried when I changed into this career that my hobby would become too much like work to be enjoyable, but I've not found that.

Is this the same for other people, or am I unusual in doing something in my off hours that's so close to my career? I'm genuinely curious to know if others have found the same or whether they found another hobby.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/UntitledDoc1 on 2026-03-15 06:51:58+00:00.


Personal Research Log - Dr. Yineth Saav, Xenopsychology Division, Galactic Behavioral Institute

Classification: Elevated / Review Pending

Subject: Predator-Prey Inversion in Pre-Contact Species 7,914 (Sol-3, "Earth")


Every inhabited planet in the catalogue has apex predators. This is not unusual. Large, fast, well-armed organisms sit at the top of the food chain and everything beneath them behaves accordingly. The prey species run. They hide. They develop camouflage, speed, herd behavior, chemical deterrents. Over millions of years, the prey becomes better at not being eaten and the predators become better at eating them. This is the standard model. It is elegant, it is stable, and it describes the ecological dynamics of every known biosphere in the archive.

Except Earth.

On Earth, the apex predators are afraid.

I want to be careful with that sentence because it sounds like I'm being dramatic. I am not. I have reviewed behavioral data for the six largest terrestrial predators on Sol-3 and the pattern is consistent across all of them.

Tigers avoid human settlements. They will go days without eating rather than hunt near a village. A tiger that has a territory overlapping with human habitation does not behave like a predator tolerating a nuisance. It behaves like a prey animal managing a threat. It moves at night. It stays downwind. It watches. When humans approach, it retreats. Not sometimes. Almost always.

Bears in North America, when encountering a human on a trail, will in most documented cases turn and leave. These are animals that weigh 400 kilograms, can outrun a horse over short distances, and have claws capable of peeling bark from a tree. They see a 70-kilogram primate with no claws, no fangs, no natural armor, and they choose to walk away.

Wolves. This one took me the longest to understand because the data seemed contradictory. Wolves are cooperative pack hunters. They are intelligent, strategic, and capable of taking down prey ten times their size through coordinated effort. By every metric in the behavioral archive, wolves should dominate any confrontation with humans.

There are almost zero recorded instances of healthy wild wolves attacking humans.

Not "few." Not "rare." Almost zero.

I spent three weeks trying to reconcile this with standard predator-prey models. I failed. A 40-kilogram pack hunter with superior speed, superior night vision, and superior olfactory tracking does not avoid a slower, weaker, less well-armed competitor without a reason. The reason is not size. The reason is not venom. The reason is not any physical attribute that humans possess.

The reason is memory.

Not individual memory. Something deeper. Something that operates across generations.

I accessed the human archaeological and anthropological record and what I found reframed everything I thought I understood about this species.

Humans did not survive their predators by becoming better prey. They did not run faster, hide better, or develop biological defenses. They did something that no other prey species on any known planet has ever done.

They hunted back.

Not defensively. Not reactively. Proactively. Deliberately. Humans formed groups, built weapons from stone and wood, tracked the predators that threatened them, found where they slept, and killed them. Not in self-defense. In preemption. They went looking for the things that scared them and they eliminated them.

And then they did it again the next season. And the next. And the next. For tens of thousands of years.

I want to describe a specific hunting strategy because I think it illustrates something important about how this species operates.

Humans are slow. Relative to almost every predator on their planet, they are not fast runners. A wolf can outrun a human easily. A deer can outrun a human easily. Nearly everything with four legs can outrun a human over short distances.

Humans cannot sprint. But they can walk. And they can walk for longer than almost any animal on their planet.

The strategy is called persistence hunting. A group of humans would identify a target animal and begin following it. The animal would run. The humans would not chase. They would walk. The animal would stop, rest, begin to cool down. The humans would appear again on the horizon. Still walking. The animal would run again. Rest again. The humans would appear again. Still walking.

This would continue for hours. Sometimes an entire day. The animal would run and rest and run and rest and each time it rested the recovery would be shorter and the humans would be closer. The animal's body could not cool itself efficiently enough to sustain repeated sprint efforts in the heat. The humans, with their unique cooling system of exposed skin and sweat glands, could maintain a moderate pace almost indefinitely.

The animal would eventually collapse from exhaustion. Not because the humans were faster. Because the humans would not stop.

I read this and I understood, for the first time, why the predators are afraid.

It is not that humans are dangerous in the moment. It is not that a single human is a physical threat to a tiger or a bear or a wolf. Individually, humans are laughably fragile compared to any of these animals.

But humans do not operate individually. And they do not stop.

A tiger that kills a human does not solve its problem. It creates one. Because the other humans will come. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But they will come. They will track the tiger. They will find where it sleeps. They will bring weapons and numbers and they will kill it. And if they fail, they will come back with more weapons and more numbers and try again.

There is a concept in human military strategy called "escalation dominance." It means the ability to increase the level of conflict faster and further than your opponent. Humans have total escalation dominance over every other species on their planet. An animal can bite. A human can build a trap. An animal can charge. A human can build a wall. An animal can kill one human. The humans will burn down the animal's entire habitat and salt the ground.

The predators learned this. Not through instinct. Through experience. Through thousands of years of every individual that did not fear humans being killed by humans and every individual that avoided humans surviving to reproduce. Humans bred the fear into them. Not through genetics. Through genocide.

I consulted Dr. Voss Tereen on the military implications. He read my preliminary findings in silence and then asked a single question.

"How long did this process take?"

Approximately 200,000 years, I told him.

"And the predators now flee on sight?"

Most of them. Yes.

He was quiet for a long time.

"That is the most patient campaign of psychological warfare I have ever encountered," he said. "And they conducted it before they invented writing."

Here is what I need the Contact Planning Division to understand.

Humans are not apex predators because of what they can do in a single encounter. Taken in isolation, they are unimpressive. Slow. Fragile. Poorly armed by biological standards. In a one-on-one confrontation with almost any large predator on their planet, a human loses.

But humans do not think in single encounters. They think in campaigns. They think in generations. They do not need to win today. They need to win eventually. And they have demonstrated, over 200,000 years of unbroken evidence, that "eventually" always comes.

The tigers know this. The wolves know this. The bears know this. Every large predator on Sol-3 has learned, through millennia of brutal education, that the small slow primate with no claws is the most dangerous thing on the planet. Not because it can kill you. Because if you give it a reason to, it will follow you to the ends of the earth, and it will not stop, and when it is done with you it will teach its children to hunt your children, and it will do this for a thousand generations until your species has been reduced to a cautionary tale.

The predators of Earth do not fear humans because of what humans are.

They fear humans because of what humans remember.

And humans remember everything.

End Log - Dr. Yineth Saav


Addendum: My revised threat classification for Sol-3 has been submitted. I have recommended that under no circumstances should initial contact be interpreted as hostile by our forces, regardless of provocation. If humans classify us as a threat, they will not respond proportionally. They will respond with the full weight of a species that spent 200,000 years teaching its planet's most dangerous animals to run at the sight of them.

They did that with rocks and patience.

They now have nuclear weapons.

Do not give them a reason.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/micktalian on 2026-03-14 20:49:42+00:00.


Part 161 A respectable foe (Part 1) (Part 160)

[Help support me on Ko-fi so I can try to commission some character art ~~and totally not spend it all on Gundams~~]

There is something to be said about the satisfaction of defeating a competent adversary. A warrior can only truly sharpen their mind against a foe who poses an actual challenge. Plans falling apart upon contact with the enemy is exactly how a strategist improves their skills, soldiers learn to improvise, and training regimes are put to the test. It is only through real trials and tribulations, encounters that force people out of their comfort zones, that anyone can hope to become better than their previous self in the realm of combat. Constantly going up against a far weaker opponent is how a warrior slowly loses their edge.

That mindset is precisely why Tensebwse found himself genuinely angry over the events of the past few hours. These Shartelyks royals, supposedly elite members of the Order of Kelithezh Knights with vast resources at their disposal, had proved themselves utterly incompetent. Fifty of them, including a handful of so-called Scribes that claimed to the tech experts, alongside three teams of hired mercenaries adding another seventy combatants, had been overwhelmed by just twenty Qui’ztar drop troops. If Tens hadn't opted to remain hidden until a true danger presented itself, he would have personally given the unqualified Master-Paladin a piece of his mind.

Luckily, Tens didn't have to deactivate his cloaking field to ensure that particular Shartelyk would be properly scolded for his incompetence. After Commander Oeditluva had fully secured every potential enemy and detained them in a relatively safe place, she decided to have a private chat with Master-Paladin Neitzhyl. That would have given Tens an opportunity to express his displeasure with the Shartelyk noble if he weren't busy setting up the defenses that should have already been in place. Not only had these six-limbed sheep failed to put up a good fight, they hadn't bothered to take the kind of basic precautions that both humans and Qui’ztars would instinctively know.

“I was told you and your people weren't going to be a real threat but…” Oed had forced Neit to take a seat in an empty and poorly-lit storeroom and stood glaring over him. “Tell me… How long have your people been on this planet, Master-Paladin?”

“This will be our forty-seventh day here.” Neit couldn't tell which was worse, Oed’s pseudo-friendly smile from earlier or this new straight-faced expression.

“Forty-seven days and you hadn't established networked defensive systems, restored planetary shielding over this settlement, or even bothered to set up a secondary fallback position? I'm not even a Captain and I know to have all of that in place within the first few days! And you're the equivalent of a full-bloom Admiral?!?”

“You act like it's simple!” Though the Master-Paladin was feeling defeated in multiple ways, he simply couldn't abide being talked down to like this. “This colony was abandoned almost a hundred million years ago! I was surprised we found buildings still standing, let alone structurally stable enough to act as a command post! We spent these weeks trying to physically reinforce this position so it wouldn't collapse under its own weight and finding reliable sources of food and water!”

“Then why were my technicians able to reestablish power to and control over the three anti-air and space laser batteries? And why are they telling me we'll have the shielding ready to activate in half an hour?”

“Obviously they're lying! There's no way-” There was a loud crack as Oed cut Neit off by punching one of his horns. “Ahhh! Fuck!!!”

“You could have gotten every single person under your command here killed because you are a terrible leader!!!” Oeditluva screamed into Neitzhyl's face loud enough that she was sure his subordinates in the nearby room would have heard. With that rage finally expelled, and the black-furred noble wimping, the Qui’ztar Commander took a deep breath and squatted down so she could look the Master-Paladin square in the eyes. “I am happy that none of my soldiers were injured in this battle. Schemes as pathetic as yours aren't worthy of that kind of sacrifice. But I am ashamed by how little care you've shown towards your own soldiers.”

“You… You…” Neit couldn't see the damage Oed had done with her single strike but assumed the worst. “You broke one of my horns…”

“You still only think of yourself?” Commander Oeditluva stood back up to her full two and a quarter meter height and shook her head at the sniveling excuse for a royal. “Relax. I barely fractured a horn, you pathetic weakling. You aren't even bleeding. But that shouldn't be important to you. The only thoughts occupying your mind should be about the people you are responsible for. What if this command post of yours had been attacked by real pirates? What would have happened to your contractors? Your soldiers? Your civilian support personnel? Your pets?!? You risked all of their lives with this stupid distraction campaign of yours and your inability to take even the most basic precautions. If you were a Qui’ztar, my Matriarch wouldn't even bother executing you. She would force you to live out the rest of your life as an example of abject failure.”

“Would you rather my people have killed one of yours?!?” Neit thought that was the wrong thing to say but couldn't come up with anything else with the throbbing pain bouncing around his thick skull.

“Like I said, you weren't considered a real threat by the people who planned this counter-operation.” Oed's dismissive scoff stung worse the agony of a fractured horn. “The estimated probability of casualties on this mission was less than a single percent. That being said… If you and your people had been able to mount a defense capable of injuring one of my drop troops… Well… I might have considered you a foe worthy of respect. But this…? To say I'm disappointed would be an understatement.”

“What would you have done differently?” The Master-Paladin struggled to get out anything close to a real question through his splitting headache.

“You mean besides just paying for the proper licensing to harvest from that supernova and avoiding all this idiotic scheming?” A haunting laugh escaped Oeditluva's deep blue lips as she turned away from the pathetic sheep-man. “I would have started the same way you did. Reinforce structures and establish essential logistics. But that would have taken my troops just a few days at most. From there, defense turrets, shielding, and networked control systems would have been ready in no more than a week. After forty-seven days? This place would have been a fortress needing an entire assault company plus orbital support to defeat. And before you say something stupid, yes that is a scenario my drop troops are trained on. I have personally participated in wargames on both sides of this kind of combat action. The only real difference between those hypothetical battles and this one was the presence of competent military leaders on defense.”

“Are you just going to keep trying to offend me or-”

“Offend you?!?” Oed's rage resurfaced as she took a step towards Neit. However, seeing the man flinch before she even raised her hand allowed her to realize how futile hitting him again would be. Instead, she took a step back and began to slowly walk towards the closed door to the storeroom. “I'm not sure if you can intuit this, Master-Paladin Neitzhyl Thilka, but you have offended me with your utter incompetence and disregard for the lives of your people. You should be thanking your gods that I am the one having this conversation with you. That I only struck a horn instead of laying my fist through your jaw. There is someone else who would have loved to inform you of the errors of your ways. That person is not as gentle as I am.”

“You've already struck me once and caused serious damage!” Neit's meager complaint came from a mixture of noble indignation at his treatment and a sudden remembrance of galactic laws concerning prisoners. He simply assumed that Oed reaching for the door's handle and beginning to open it meant she was leaving him to stew in his suffering. “Anything more would be considered torture or abuse under the laws you are trying to enforce.”

“That's debatable.” A very recognizable avian squawk entered the room before Tarki stepped in with a medical satchel over one shoulder and a tablet held in one of her claw-hands. “Torture and abuse of prisoners is frowned upon under most circumstances. However, Galactic Penal Code 11-139.7, Subsection 3, allows Independent Fleets to set their own definitions of torture and abuse within a fairly wide range of actions. In addition, the GCC Convention on Sapient Rights set a wide range of punishments for crimes which entail a high likelihood of harm to civilians. But, uh…” The gold and tan eagle woman paused for a moment to evaluate the clearly dumbstruck noble's injury using the scanner built into her tablet. “Shartelyks are known for fracturing their horns in the darndest of ways. In the future, I would strongly recommend not ramming things stronger than you.”

/----...


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A relative tells BBC those killed were civilians and not Hezbollah operatives, but the Israel Defence Forces says it was targeting "terrorist infrastructure".

Archived version: https://archive.is/20260315000739/https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c20lvn0ex6yo


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