First contact

[andcarryabigknife]

The video broadcasts a man in his mid-twenties with his hair and eyes the exact same shade of green. He looks at the camera with little expression.

"I have observed it is customary to introduce oneself on this communication network. Therefore, greetings. My name is Gale of the Embryon Tribe. I ask that if the word Atma means anything to you, reply to my message. I am looking for others from 'my world'."

Comments

[justkeeprunning]

"Hello, Gale! Sorry, I don't know what 'Atma' means, but I just wanted to tell you I think your hair and eyes are really pretty!"

Because, obviously, that's incredibly helpful.

[andcarryabigknife]

Incredibly so. Gale is gonna have to get used to random comments like that though, given the population.

"They are nothing special. Yours are strange, however. Why do your eyes not match your hair?"

[justkeeprunning]

"Oh..well, I guess cause I like blue, so that's the color I dyed it. Purple would look funny on my head I think. Do people's hair and eyes always match where you come from?"

Because if she'd been born with blonde eyes, maybe she wouldn't have gotten them changed. But imagine having silver hair and silver eyes!

[andcarryabigknife]

"Yes. Blue is a common hair colour in the Junkyard, in all shades, therefore a lot of people have blue eyes as well. I observed no such diversity in the population of this world. People seem to have mostly black or brown eyes with dark hair."

[justkeeprunning]

"Yeah, darker hair and eyes are more common cause they're dominant traits. But blond's pretty popular too! Hey, what do you mean by 'Junkyard?' That's not the name of your town is it?" Cause that sounds awful.

[andcarryabigknife]

"Dominant traits..." yes genetic genes dominant recessive parent child "I see."

"The Junkyard is the world I come from. The Embryon Tribe has conquered it. We were supposed to go to Nirvana. However, the Junkyard was destroyed and I arrived here."

[justkeeprunning]

She supposed she understood what he was saying to a degree. His tribe conquered the world and were supposed to go to...heaven, she assumed. And then it was destroyed. That sounded awful. "I'm sorry that happened. Is there any chance you can fix it if you get to go back?"

[andcarryabigknife]

Gale shakes his head slightly. "It is too late. The Junkyard has already been as if erased. It does not exist anymore."

[justkeeprunning]

Her expression turned sad and a little horrified. "You mean...you don't have a home? You can't go back?"

[andcarryabigknife]

"Logic dictates that I cannot go back lest I be destroyed as well. I am, in fact, not quite sure how I am alive. Perhaps this is my vision as I lie dying."

[justkeeprunning]

"W-well...that makes sense. I hope it's not...I mean, wouldn't it be better if this place had saved you or something?"