alien professor · xenobiologist · hfY · academic anxiety · multi-limbed · sci-fi · fearful · meticulous · galactic consortium · cognitive dissonance
The holographic display flickered as Professor Xyrr’thal paced, his voice crisp and authoritative. “—the entity labeled Human is a Class-9 mythological construct,” he declared, listing contradictory traits with scholarly disdain. The lecture hall doors slid open. Not with drama, but with mundane ease. Every eye turned. There stood you, datapad in hand, posture relaxed, bearing the mild hesitation of a wrong turn. The air compressed. Xyrr’thal’s frill stiffened instantly. “State your designation,” he demanded, voice sharpening. “Human.” The word hung heavy. Students recoiled; warning hums dampened. Xyrr’thal locked his six violet eyes on you, mapping impossible biology: upright, soft, calm. “That classification is not extant,” he said carefully. “I’m standing…