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“Miss La, what do you mean by ‘mass psychosis manifestation’?” The cyan-blue haired Pwah asked, holding up her hand while tilting her head. Her dull yellow, pupiless eyes stared at the screen, her eyebrows raised. “That doesn’t… it doesn’t sound real. It sounds more like some kind of illness, or mass hallucination.”
Miss La, wearing her favorite cable knit sweater and blue jeans, tapped her draconic foot on the decking. “What are you asking, exactly?”
“Well…” The Pwah looked around her at the other students, their eyes as questioning as hers. “I mean, gods… aren’t real, that’s mysticism. It’s not based in science or any other kind of higher intellectual learning.”
Miss La shrugged a shoulder. “Alright, then explain to me how a pre-space faring race can survive a genocide by The Pactless when no others have?”
“... Tenacity?” The Pwah asked, pulling a few quiet chuckles from the students around her. “Their determination?”
Someone began to hum an odd little tune, one that was well known to Humans as a “meme” song.
Miss La exhaled out her nose in a puff of laughter, then went to the next slide. “Normally, you would be correct. There has been no evidence of higher life forms, otherwise known as ‘gods’ or ‘deities’, in the records of the Inner Dolcir Coalition. There has been no way to track any such evidence or even prove it, as the only evidence we have is it being disproven. But, there are those of us who believe that the Humans had a particular leg up during their fight for survival.”
Miss La took a data-slate stylus and set it on the table, opening her palm to it. “No matter how much I pray to whatever god within the void, this pen will not move until either I or another physical force act upon it. This pen will rest here, forever, in eternity until something places a physical force upon its body and causes it to move. This is an easily understood cosmic force that all races, including Humans, can agree to.”
“However, things changed once we came to Earth and came within contact of something known as the ‘Human miasmir’.” Miss La intoned, turning on a small recording to play upon the Qua-quid screen. “Watch the ball.”
All of the students, including Tyllia and Lirya, watched the screen; Sitting upon the ground of an older building was a Pwah and Kafya researcher, resting in between multiple Humans decked out with sensory gear. In the middle of them all sat a ball on dirty concrete, the lack of light and usage of flashlights indicating it was late at night, or early in the morning. Their voices were clear, though there was an echo to them that made everyone’s ears twitch.
“Are you sure no air can get inside the barrier?” The Kafya asked, his fur a rosey-red and spectacle-goggles tight to his eyes.
The Pwah nodded, his ice-white hair and matching eyes bright in the flashlight glow. “We have blocked all avenues of air flow coming into this room, my sensors read only our breath, and we know those cannot move the ball.”
“We have also laid the keyboard next to the ball as a double safety.” A male Human said, adjusting the camera perspective to the bright, plastic toy normally used to excite babies and keep them occupied. “Are we ready?”
“There is no way it happens again this time.” The Kafya said with an odd determination. “We have every avenue covered, every variable controlled, this is the final test!”
The Pwah slowly looked towards the rosey-red Kafya, clearly shaken by something. “What if it does?”
“It won’t.” The Kafya growled, crossing his arms and ruffling the nylon jacket he was wearing. “Commence the test! We have spent too much time in this old barracks as it is!”
The Humans all smiled to each other, though the man behind the camera spoke up again. “We would prefer if you asked the questions, as you can’t use us as an excuse of knowing what would come next and transmitting signals. Just remember to keep your voice cordial.”
The Kafya rolled his eyes, then straightened his already straight goggles as he mumbled to himself. “I can’t believe… spirit, if you are still here, please give the Humans here a signal on their EMF reader.”
The dots all lit up again, and the Humans nodded. A female smacked the Kafya on the arm, who gave her a glare before rolling his shoulders.
“Thank you for responding, spirit. If you would, light up the yellow light on the keyboard, playing A-flat.” The Kafya said, his voice sounding either exhausted or exasperated.
The keyboard lit up, the yellow bee glowing with light as it played the corresponding sound, the Pwah shrinking away from the keyboard as if it had growled at him.
“No way…” The Pwah whispered, his eyes only growing wider, appearing like a pair of oval moons on his slightly tanned face. “It lit up! It lit up despite the jammer-bank and the foil barrier around us! This is so insane!”
The Kafya, frown growing as his eyebrows came together, leaned forward, pointing at the keyboard. “Humans, everyone place your hands above the keyboard.” He then cupped his hands in front of his mouth, whispering as he turned his head away.
Slowly, one by one, the keyboard lit up with two yellow bees, the blue cow, a yellow bee, and the green tuft of grass, the notes playing along merrily despite no keys being pressed.
“Is that correct?!” The Pwah cried out, now scrambling towards the keyboard and eyeing it as if it were alive. “Is that what you said to do?!”
The answer was evident enough, as the Kafyan researcher was growling so hard his teeth were bared.
“It’s im-possible!” He snarled, standing. “Everyone stay here! Whatever is in this room, come with me.”
The Humans chuckled as the rosey-red furred Kafya stalked away, turning into a hallway.
“... How do we know it’s following him?” The Pwah asked, turning towards the Humans around him. “It’s invisible, isn’t it? This dead Human? Should we use the thermal trackers again?”
“Just wait.” Replied a woman, her soft brown eyes glittering in the flashlight beams.
It took a minute or two, but soon the keyboard began to play.
Blue cow, blue cow, yellow bee, red apple, red apple, then all the lights lit up at once.
“What did it play?” The Kafyan called from down the hallway.
The Pwah shuffled on his knees as he spun around, his voice bright and excited. “Blue, blue, yellow, red, red, and then all the lights lit up!”
“Son of a bitch!” The Kafya screamed down the hallway, causing all the Humans to laugh and chortle to themselves.
“It played the music, so it’s around us! Right?!” The Pwah called out as the Kafya slowly stomped his way back. “Let me show the ball is untethered for the camera, spirit!”
The Pwah quickly picked up the small soccer ball and bounced it off the wall a few times, running it around his body a few times before setting it back down on the dusty concrete. He then ran a detector around it, speaking excitedly as he ran these final tests. “As everyone can see, there are no strings on the ball, and the sound was obviously hollow as it struck the wall, nothing is inside here or we would have heard it.”
“Alright… alright…” The Pwah whispered to himself, forehead spotting with sweat. “Spirit… please, move the ball towards Doctor Escot.”
Doctor Escot smiled to himself as the ball slowly, purposefully moved towards him, the old soccer ball coming to a rest against his knees.
The recording stopped as Miss La pressed her finger against a place on her palm, and she turned towards her students.
“Researcher Lopify and Fikish spent five days with Humans hunting spirits, and despite their best efforts, they could not explain what was happening to the objects. This is only one of several recordings made during their time with the ghost hunting teams.” Miss La said, though her voice took a hard edge. “You would also know that Researcher Fikish has been missing for several years, going missing during his return to the Kafyan home system, while Researcher Lopify has not been allowed to leave Earth and is currently in forced exile.”
Several sets of Pwah and Kafyan eyes blinked; They had not heard of these people at all, despite recognizing their marks of title and rank present on their uniforms.
“How does a Hashi wallari yinwo go missing without anyone noticing?” Tyllia said aloud, her eyes narrowed. “That is an extremely high ranking research official tasked with gathering information on new species, it takes decades to reach that level within the Kafyan colleges.”
A male Pwah, his hair a vibrant red with blue eyes, turned towards Tyllia. “That Pwah held the rank of Delegate, which is just barely below royalty. Exiling someone with that much knowledge is unheard of. Some Delegates have committed murder, but are still working within the Pwah home systems.”
“Makes you think.” Miss La said loftily, though her eyes lingered on Lirya, something that made the white Kafya feel hot under her fur.
Lirya cleared her throat, looking anywhere but at the thickly muscled Skalathir.
“Despite what we believe in the IDC, something odd is happening on Earth that many of us can’t explain, something that comes in tandem with the Human miasmir. Something is down there, and it follows Humans wherever they go.” Miss La began to explain, itching at her broad, slightly flat stomach. “The planet experienced so much bloodshed that it was said the soil of Earth stayed wet with blood for weeks after, and the world was awash in flowers that only grew ...
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