justprompts : "Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.: - W. Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965), The Moon and Sixpence
It isn't just weird to think of returning to the home planet anymore - it's become something that actively makes me sad. This is the longest assignment we've had in one place living amongst a culture, but not only that - these human beings and their feelings have a way of overriding logic circuits completely. Of creating bonds of loyalty that are stronger than any unit of command, in the name of family, or friendship, or sports teams, or female rights. There are so many things creating this sense of belonging here, people clinging to each other like amoebas, and it should be something I can laugh at, except... I get it now.
I feel the same way.
And I shouldn't - heck where we come from, there are no hugs, since we're all just purple tubes, and there are no feelings, at least not in the way humans define them. But I love these things now. Even when they suck, and make our bodies react in weird leaky ways, it just seems right to me. If we were ordered to take some action against these humans now, I wouldn't know what to do. I've never questioned orders in my life, but I feel like they'd be asking me to turn on my own unit.
This place sort of feels like home.
I sort of feel human.