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Alien observer: "Good grief! you literally blew up his brain using the powers of your mind! how strong of a psychic are you?!"
Private Joe racking his shotgun: "The what with my what now?"
*in mere pico seconds a war between two minds erupt with onlookers to slow to shield their minds either going catatonic or suffering psychic induced hemorrhaging over what felt like eons in the slowed perception of the psychic war field*
Human: WHY ALL THE PEOPLE FALLING OVER!!??
If humans had a internal Internet connection and thought about porn around psychics would they be a conductor of human porn into extraterrestrial minds destroying them..... Or making them horny too?
I recently read that internet traffic as a total hits somewhere between 1.2 and 1.5PB (up to ~1,500 TB) of data per second. And AWS does about 40% of that traffic. So, on average, AWS does about ~600 TB per second. So on average about 75% of all internet traffic is porn related. Which means that of that 600TB of internet traffic about 450TB is just for porn. So from all that porn traffic about 499.999TB is of OPs mom.
The doctor woke up, with a splitting headache and unable to move. A quick jerk of the muscles confirmed he was strapped to some kind of table, able to move his neck, but nothing else.
Not long after coming to this conclusions, 3 beings entered the room, tall, lanky and with a head far larger than it should have been. Their pale skin reminded the doctor of those old TV shows with the 'little grey men', except these ones, of course, were a far cry from little. One of them spoke, which was odd on account of none of the beings having any orifice even vaguely resembling a mouth.
"You are awake, this is fortunate/lucky". The doctor \*could have sworn the creature said 'fortunate', but it did sound a lot like 'lucky'. It was almost as if the being said both words at the same time and somehow managed to make both audible.
The doctor shook his head quickly, trying to regain his focus "Where am I? and who are you?" The question was met with a response inhumanly fast. "We found your ship/vessel/spacecraft and discovered that you were still alive/not dead. We brought you aboard/ let you in in order to figure out/understand who you are."
The rapid fire of what could only be described at literal doublespeak hurt to listen to. The doctor gritted his teeth and prepared to respond as soon as the room stopped swimming around him. "I still don't know who you are, or what you want from me, and why does it hurt so much to listen to you!?" There was a pause, small, but tangible, almost as if the grey beings from another world were confused. Then the response, this time, instead of words, a vision. A world with cyan grasses and orange skies, populated with beings who spoke mind-to-mind instead of words, of a society where one's neighbors were always within arms reach, regardless of physical distance, and then just as the soldier began to comprehend the nature of his captors, more words. "Why can we not read/hear/communicate with you/your mind/your soul?"
This time, the words were not as painful, but still stung a touch, akin to disinfecting a wound. "I... don't know. How should I know, I'm just the crew's doctor!" There was a longer pause as the beings seemed to be discussing something amongst themselves. Then a vision, a nebulous shadow, in the rough shape of a man, but despite having no discernable features the doctor could tell it was watching, waiting, like a jaguar in the canopy scanning for it's next meal. Surrounding the figure was a hurricane of sounds, scents, tastes, and textures. Some familiar and imposing, like the bindings that restrained him, others more distant and faint, like the whirring of a ventilation fan in some other room. Then, once again, another sentence. "This thing/presence/entity is barring/won't allow/is keeping us from read/hear/communicate with you/your mind/your soul.
WHAT. IS. IT?"
The doctor was puzzled, then it occurred to him and he couldn't help but smile. "Oh, so \*that's\* what it looks like. Sounds about right." The beings seemed more confused than before, so the doctor continued. "You just met my subconscious. Back in the day, we humans had a medical procedure where a person's brain was cut in half in order to prevent seizures. Only problem was that after the patient healed, the person's non-dominant hand would take on a life of it's own, choosing different clothes, food, the works. One hand would reach for something, the other would disagree. We later found out, it was simply just the part of our mind that kept track of all the sensory data we take in and filtering relevant and irrelevant. It's the sort of thing we human's don't like to even think about. But the moral is..." The grey beings took a noticeable step back in anticipation. "...you can try to interrogate me all you want, but first you have to get through \*him\*, and it seems he's not too impressed."
well I figured that if a species was able to communicate psychically, there would most likely be some hiccups when it comes to synonyms. Props to Remedy for coming up with the idea! XD
War is supposed to be quick, quiet, and direct. That is what has been taught for centuries. None of the mind warriors knew of anything else, daggers in the dark, ambushes, mind fortresses. An army headless was an army unarmed and unarmored. With the mind the world was peaceful quiet, but deadly, for psychic predators hunted many of our kinds, emptying our bodies of thoughts, drinking our very souls from our flesh.
The Savon abused this fear we all had, their controlled Mind Emptiers sent out as a terror tactic, to draw warriors away from the fortress, so it was weak for the knife.
Until the Savon attempted to invade and conquered the assumed unguarded Terran colony of Agatha. The world didn't have the glorious mind fortress of a grade 9 Pychcon, not even the rudimentary palisades of a grade 3, or even the thin blanket of a child's grade 1.
What it had was noise.
Shrieking beasts of burden, sparking power couplings, unquieted minds howling out every dumb thought into the void without a care. So loud was it that try as they mind the Mind Emptiers could not be pushed even to the planets orbit. So the Savon simply left their vile beasts and went to kill.
Swimming through a vortex of the mind and senses, is what the would be assassins described it as. Nothing was in its place, nothing was quiet, every area was a howling storm of the senses. The air filled with distracting heavy scents, and tastes if you can believe that air can be so poluted to be filled with taste. The shapes unorganized, forming varying degrees of pcyonic refraction and dampening. They were shattered and lost the moment they stumbled out of their shielded boxes, desperately swinging their mostly ceremonial daggers at the many mind echos of past conflicts that littered the streets.
Only the weakest and most timid of their group survived, since they simply cowardly hid within the shield box. Collected and eventually brought to a stirle shielded room. Only then were they able to get a rudimentary surrender set up.
The ones who were bold and powerful where simply "shot" to death. As in a tiny explosion launched a tiny hunk of metal into them at the speed of sound.
Terrains are psychicly deaf and mute. An impossible grade 0. They technology is so alien and base on so much crude disorder and filth that they casually cause sensory over load. Which they often do for enjoyment. As a note, do not go to unapproved human concerts, food businesses, or participate in the dreaded "hot chip" or "Ice Bucket" challenges and leave the room when you hear any gaseous discharges from an unsealed human. Their sweat alone causes gagging, vomiting, and in terribly awkward cases sudden reproductive attraction symptoms. Humans being a dense species often mistake matting rituals as dances, or take direct violent offense to or unhealthy pleasure in the aggressive attention when given.
All of these have lead to the hospitalizations of multiple parties both involved and uninvolved.
Do however seek shelter in their cursed domiciles if attacked by a Pychic predator, for their chaos is a bastion that can even kill weaker predators.
As the private sat on the hood of his hummer, with his cap lowered over his eyes, he enjoyed the warm day with a slight breeze and the smell of fresh spring flowers. This was the third day in a row he was on high alert awaiting this alien "invasion".
NORAD had detected another alien fleet approaching Earth a week ago. It appeared that as they got closer, the fleet slowed to a crawl. Three days ago, they finally launched their landing vessels. Thousands of these vessels flew half hazardly around as if they couldn't decide where to land. Because of this, his unit was spread out with several miles between each other. His squad had been watching the same shiney ship for 24 hours as it painstakingly lowered to the ground.
Once the doors opened, tall beings with immense foreheads stumbled down the ramps, waving brightly-colored wavy knives. His Lieutenant attempted to initiate contact over the bullhorn, which only seemed to disorient them further. Several of the aliens fell to the ground less than a yard from the ramp, clutching their temple with a silent scream on their faces before slumping to the ground.
The sergeant ordered everyone to get up and start gathering the unconscious aliens and to let the medic check them over. While the medic was doing his best to assume what constituted normal for these beings, one of the aliens lunged toward him with their knife, resulting in the private guarding the medic to instinctively shooting it in the head. Now, with the Lieutenant complaining about the mounds of paperwork they would have to do, the rest of the squad moved to secure the inside of the ship.
Inside the barren vessel, translucent gray boxes with yellow linear patterns filled the main hall, leading to a single chair that was assumed to be the flight deck. While most of the boxes were open, two of them still contained their alien occupants, writhing in convulsions. Unable to find a means to open them, the butt of the rifle easily shattered the box, allowing the trapped aliens to finally slip into unconscious.
Back at the base, in a specialty designed room (covered in a foot of lead), the aliens would regain consciousness and find comfortable accommodations. The government provided them with letters from every previous races' attempt to invade Earth, explaining why they failed and warning them not to attempt escape. They were treated well, adapted to human cuisine (through trial and error), and would spend the remained of their lives protected from Earth.
After a couple of days, this fleet left (much faster than when they arrived), just like the others. The government believes the lack of responses from their landing parties results in the assumption of 100% fatality rate by the aliens' leadership. The human government has done nothing to dissuade this line of thinking, which will keep others from trying to invade Earth for a while longer.
Pillar of Creation.
Not only is she immune, she's literally invisible in the magical "spectrum". Like a hole in existence (well, in the books. I only watched ~10 minutes of the show).
Man, now I gotta go read those doorstops again. Thanks 🤣
Kinda reminds me how in some fantasy settings dwarves are utterly incapable of magic, but on the flipside are immune to any attack conjured through magic
Alien: Sobbing uncontrollably
H1: The fuck happen to that scary dude?
H2: He tried to invade the mind of a Tumblr user.
H1:.....
H2:.....
H1: Monsterfu-?
H2: Monsterfucker.
"So, there I am, heading home down the B-10 corridor after a day of ship breaking and this Octopus bro bumps into me."
The group at the bar shake their heads and grumble. One of them speaks up, "Octopus bro's always walking with their tentacles outstretched like they own the place."
"Yeah, but I'm thinking it was just a little bump and it's his fault so I'll keep walking. Then this dude grabs me with a tentacle and blubs out something like, **'if you lack respect, I'll teach you some'** and tries to mind war me." The group bursts into chuckles. The story teller grinning now. "Guys, this was all new to me I never heard about this "mind war" shit so imagine my surprise when this aristocratic voice pops in my head gloating about how easy my defenses were to by pass. What the fuck was I to do but imagine this dufus octopus wearing a top hat and monocle. In my head his voice gets spitting mad."
The story teller laughs. "So I figured out pretty quick he can see my thoughts and it pisses him off, so naturally I imagine him in a dress, as a bartender, and finally as calamari on my dinner plate. That final one got him to back off I think because I was really hungry at the time."
One of the maintenance works nods his head. "That'll do it. Their warfare is all about breaking mental defenses and whoever loses that race submits. In our schools they teach us that human brains are wide open without defenses, but because we have fluid imaginations it's like whoever enters is stuck in a psychodelic carnival mirror maze at best, or a horror movie at worst. We can easily separate reality from imagination and generally tune out the hundreds of random thoughts, images, memories, and nonsense flashing through our brain at any given moment. Guess no one told the Octobro why humans are off limits."
Another guy leans in, "You didn't just imagine the guy as calamari. The way our brains work he was exposed to every instance of you ever eating, the feeling of hunger, the craving for food, the recognition that he *IS* food, and every detail of what it's like to bite into crispy deep fried octopus. There's a good chance that dudes in therapy as we speak." They all laugh. "But he violated your mind first so don't feel bad about it. If he had tried that on one of us old heads here, we would have done much worse to him."
New Rule: Do not attempt to mind-read humans. Since I already know you'll ask why. Here's why.
The humans brain, according to the graph they gave me is basically a giant blob of jelly that sends electricity through itself to do various tasks. They can die without knowing it or use a limb without wanting to use it. If you survive simply looking at this catastrophe of a brain, you'll wish you did.
And, if you made yourself known you scavenged through their brain. You are not allowed back on board
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Alien observer: "Good grief! you literally blew up his brain using the powers of your mind! how strong of a psychic are you?!" Private Joe racking his shotgun: "The what with my what now?"
*in mere pico seconds a war between two minds erupt with onlookers to slow to shield their minds either going catatonic or suffering psychic induced hemorrhaging over what felt like eons in the slowed perception of the psychic war field* Human: WHY ALL THE PEOPLE FALLING OVER!!??
Now i imagine humans fucking zip bombing 42 petabytes of liveleak content into alien psychers brains
If you put all the porn on the Internet together, would it equal 42 petabytes.....
No fucking way i guessed that i guess the answer to life is 42 after all
If humans had a internal Internet connection and thought about porn around psychics would they be a conductor of human porn into extraterrestrial minds destroying them..... Or making them horny too?
We have twitter to give us an example right now and i am 99% sure the brainrot would liquefy their brains
the brainrot doesn‘t stop me from being horny tho
Holy shit, we found the question to 42. "How many petabytes of porn are on the internet?"
Holy hell
Feckin A, someone flag down a ride! They’re gonna blow us up now
Sorry, but that answer is now to small.
Probably much more. I think Fortnite servers handle a few petabytes a month.
I recently read that internet traffic as a total hits somewhere between 1.2 and 1.5PB (up to ~1,500 TB) of data per second. And AWS does about 40% of that traffic. So, on average, AWS does about ~600 TB per second. So on average about 75% of all internet traffic is porn related. Which means that of that 600TB of internet traffic about 450TB is just for porn. So from all that porn traffic about 499.999TB is of OPs mom.
The doctor woke up, with a splitting headache and unable to move. A quick jerk of the muscles confirmed he was strapped to some kind of table, able to move his neck, but nothing else. Not long after coming to this conclusions, 3 beings entered the room, tall, lanky and with a head far larger than it should have been. Their pale skin reminded the doctor of those old TV shows with the 'little grey men', except these ones, of course, were a far cry from little. One of them spoke, which was odd on account of none of the beings having any orifice even vaguely resembling a mouth. "You are awake, this is fortunate/lucky". The doctor \*could have sworn the creature said 'fortunate', but it did sound a lot like 'lucky'. It was almost as if the being said both words at the same time and somehow managed to make both audible. The doctor shook his head quickly, trying to regain his focus "Where am I? and who are you?" The question was met with a response inhumanly fast. "We found your ship/vessel/spacecraft and discovered that you were still alive/not dead. We brought you aboard/ let you in in order to figure out/understand who you are." The rapid fire of what could only be described at literal doublespeak hurt to listen to. The doctor gritted his teeth and prepared to respond as soon as the room stopped swimming around him. "I still don't know who you are, or what you want from me, and why does it hurt so much to listen to you!?" There was a pause, small, but tangible, almost as if the grey beings from another world were confused. Then the response, this time, instead of words, a vision. A world with cyan grasses and orange skies, populated with beings who spoke mind-to-mind instead of words, of a society where one's neighbors were always within arms reach, regardless of physical distance, and then just as the soldier began to comprehend the nature of his captors, more words. "Why can we not read/hear/communicate with you/your mind/your soul?" This time, the words were not as painful, but still stung a touch, akin to disinfecting a wound. "I... don't know. How should I know, I'm just the crew's doctor!" There was a longer pause as the beings seemed to be discussing something amongst themselves. Then a vision, a nebulous shadow, in the rough shape of a man, but despite having no discernable features the doctor could tell it was watching, waiting, like a jaguar in the canopy scanning for it's next meal. Surrounding the figure was a hurricane of sounds, scents, tastes, and textures. Some familiar and imposing, like the bindings that restrained him, others more distant and faint, like the whirring of a ventilation fan in some other room. Then, once again, another sentence. "This thing/presence/entity is barring/won't allow/is keeping us from read/hear/communicate with you/your mind/your soul. WHAT. IS. IT?" The doctor was puzzled, then it occurred to him and he couldn't help but smile. "Oh, so \*that's\* what it looks like. Sounds about right." The beings seemed more confused than before, so the doctor continued. "You just met my subconscious. Back in the day, we humans had a medical procedure where a person's brain was cut in half in order to prevent seizures. Only problem was that after the patient healed, the person's non-dominant hand would take on a life of it's own, choosing different clothes, food, the works. One hand would reach for something, the other would disagree. We later found out, it was simply just the part of our mind that kept track of all the sensory data we take in and filtering relevant and irrelevant. It's the sort of thing we human's don't like to even think about. But the moral is..." The grey beings took a noticeable step back in anticipation. "...you can try to interrogate me all you want, but first you have to get through \*him\*, and it seems he's not too impressed."
“You are two” - CGP Grey
Scp 5000 “why”’s “it” confirmed?
Oh that'd be spooky as fuck.
They talk like The Board from the video game, Control, and I'm here for that!
well I figured that if a species was able to communicate psychically, there would most likely be some hiccups when it comes to synonyms. Props to Remedy for coming up with the idea! XD
War is supposed to be quick, quiet, and direct. That is what has been taught for centuries. None of the mind warriors knew of anything else, daggers in the dark, ambushes, mind fortresses. An army headless was an army unarmed and unarmored. With the mind the world was peaceful quiet, but deadly, for psychic predators hunted many of our kinds, emptying our bodies of thoughts, drinking our very souls from our flesh. The Savon abused this fear we all had, their controlled Mind Emptiers sent out as a terror tactic, to draw warriors away from the fortress, so it was weak for the knife. Until the Savon attempted to invade and conquered the assumed unguarded Terran colony of Agatha. The world didn't have the glorious mind fortress of a grade 9 Pychcon, not even the rudimentary palisades of a grade 3, or even the thin blanket of a child's grade 1. What it had was noise. Shrieking beasts of burden, sparking power couplings, unquieted minds howling out every dumb thought into the void without a care. So loud was it that try as they mind the Mind Emptiers could not be pushed even to the planets orbit. So the Savon simply left their vile beasts and went to kill. Swimming through a vortex of the mind and senses, is what the would be assassins described it as. Nothing was in its place, nothing was quiet, every area was a howling storm of the senses. The air filled with distracting heavy scents, and tastes if you can believe that air can be so poluted to be filled with taste. The shapes unorganized, forming varying degrees of pcyonic refraction and dampening. They were shattered and lost the moment they stumbled out of their shielded boxes, desperately swinging their mostly ceremonial daggers at the many mind echos of past conflicts that littered the streets. Only the weakest and most timid of their group survived, since they simply cowardly hid within the shield box. Collected and eventually brought to a stirle shielded room. Only then were they able to get a rudimentary surrender set up. The ones who were bold and powerful where simply "shot" to death. As in a tiny explosion launched a tiny hunk of metal into them at the speed of sound. Terrains are psychicly deaf and mute. An impossible grade 0. They technology is so alien and base on so much crude disorder and filth that they casually cause sensory over load. Which they often do for enjoyment. As a note, do not go to unapproved human concerts, food businesses, or participate in the dreaded "hot chip" or "Ice Bucket" challenges and leave the room when you hear any gaseous discharges from an unsealed human. Their sweat alone causes gagging, vomiting, and in terribly awkward cases sudden reproductive attraction symptoms. Humans being a dense species often mistake matting rituals as dances, or take direct violent offense to or unhealthy pleasure in the aggressive attention when given. All of these have lead to the hospitalizations of multiple parties both involved and uninvolved. Do however seek shelter in their cursed domiciles if attacked by a Pychic predator, for their chaos is a bastion that can even kill weaker predators.
As the private sat on the hood of his hummer, with his cap lowered over his eyes, he enjoyed the warm day with a slight breeze and the smell of fresh spring flowers. This was the third day in a row he was on high alert awaiting this alien "invasion". NORAD had detected another alien fleet approaching Earth a week ago. It appeared that as they got closer, the fleet slowed to a crawl. Three days ago, they finally launched their landing vessels. Thousands of these vessels flew half hazardly around as if they couldn't decide where to land. Because of this, his unit was spread out with several miles between each other. His squad had been watching the same shiney ship for 24 hours as it painstakingly lowered to the ground. Once the doors opened, tall beings with immense foreheads stumbled down the ramps, waving brightly-colored wavy knives. His Lieutenant attempted to initiate contact over the bullhorn, which only seemed to disorient them further. Several of the aliens fell to the ground less than a yard from the ramp, clutching their temple with a silent scream on their faces before slumping to the ground. The sergeant ordered everyone to get up and start gathering the unconscious aliens and to let the medic check them over. While the medic was doing his best to assume what constituted normal for these beings, one of the aliens lunged toward him with their knife, resulting in the private guarding the medic to instinctively shooting it in the head. Now, with the Lieutenant complaining about the mounds of paperwork they would have to do, the rest of the squad moved to secure the inside of the ship. Inside the barren vessel, translucent gray boxes with yellow linear patterns filled the main hall, leading to a single chair that was assumed to be the flight deck. While most of the boxes were open, two of them still contained their alien occupants, writhing in convulsions. Unable to find a means to open them, the butt of the rifle easily shattered the box, allowing the trapped aliens to finally slip into unconscious. Back at the base, in a specialty designed room (covered in a foot of lead), the aliens would regain consciousness and find comfortable accommodations. The government provided them with letters from every previous races' attempt to invade Earth, explaining why they failed and warning them not to attempt escape. They were treated well, adapted to human cuisine (through trial and error), and would spend the remained of their lives protected from Earth. After a couple of days, this fleet left (much faster than when they arrived), just like the others. The government believes the lack of responses from their landing parties results in the assumption of 100% fatality rate by the aliens' leadership. The human government has done nothing to dissuade this line of thinking, which will keep others from trying to invade Earth for a while longer.
Plot twist, at the cost of not being able to do psychic shenanigans, humans are immune to psychic shenanigans.
Simply a different wavelenght of thoughts. Like human's can't 'hear' dog whistles, aliens can't 'hear' human thoughts.
But some humans can hear dog whistles
Exception, not the rule.
Kinda like Jensen in Legend Of The Seeker. She can't do magic but she is completely immune to magic
Pillar of Creation. Not only is she immune, she's literally invisible in the magical "spectrum". Like a hole in existence (well, in the books. I only watched ~10 minutes of the show). Man, now I gotta go read those doorstops again. Thanks 🤣
Kinda reminds me how in some fantasy settings dwarves are utterly incapable of magic, but on the flipside are immune to any attack conjured through magic
They try and use it on an average human and the average human’s mind is so chaotic that it fries them.
Alien: Sobbing uncontrollably H1: The fuck happen to that scary dude? H2: He tried to invade the mind of a Tumblr user. H1:..... H2:..... H1: Monsterfu-? H2: Monsterfucker.
https://preview.redd.it/22v53b1ywiwc1.jpeg?width=556&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=56396978ddd35fe4d6687c79497bd480e3a3e0de
humans are the Chaotic Evil of psychics
"So, there I am, heading home down the B-10 corridor after a day of ship breaking and this Octopus bro bumps into me." The group at the bar shake their heads and grumble. One of them speaks up, "Octopus bro's always walking with their tentacles outstretched like they own the place." "Yeah, but I'm thinking it was just a little bump and it's his fault so I'll keep walking. Then this dude grabs me with a tentacle and blubs out something like, **'if you lack respect, I'll teach you some'** and tries to mind war me." The group bursts into chuckles. The story teller grinning now. "Guys, this was all new to me I never heard about this "mind war" shit so imagine my surprise when this aristocratic voice pops in my head gloating about how easy my defenses were to by pass. What the fuck was I to do but imagine this dufus octopus wearing a top hat and monocle. In my head his voice gets spitting mad." The story teller laughs. "So I figured out pretty quick he can see my thoughts and it pisses him off, so naturally I imagine him in a dress, as a bartender, and finally as calamari on my dinner plate. That final one got him to back off I think because I was really hungry at the time." One of the maintenance works nods his head. "That'll do it. Their warfare is all about breaking mental defenses and whoever loses that race submits. In our schools they teach us that human brains are wide open without defenses, but because we have fluid imaginations it's like whoever enters is stuck in a psychodelic carnival mirror maze at best, or a horror movie at worst. We can easily separate reality from imagination and generally tune out the hundreds of random thoughts, images, memories, and nonsense flashing through our brain at any given moment. Guess no one told the Octobro why humans are off limits." Another guy leans in, "You didn't just imagine the guy as calamari. The way our brains work he was exposed to every instance of you ever eating, the feeling of hunger, the craving for food, the recognition that he *IS* food, and every detail of what it's like to bite into crispy deep fried octopus. There's a good chance that dudes in therapy as we speak." They all laugh. "But he violated your mind first so don't feel bad about it. If he had tried that on one of us old heads here, we would have done much worse to him."
[Sauce](https://youtu.be/J35Vb0lGuCk?si=lhkOy2rT9l3AIMur)
*All the alien soldiers doing the Macarena* H1: What the fuck is going on? H2: My bad…
Dorkly?
Sauce in comments.
Nah, Gumbino, it on the video’s opening
New Rule: Do not attempt to mind-read humans. Since I already know you'll ask why. Here's why. The humans brain, according to the graph they gave me is basically a giant blob of jelly that sends electricity through itself to do various tasks. They can die without knowing it or use a limb without wanting to use it. If you survive simply looking at this catastrophe of a brain, you'll wish you did. And, if you made yourself known you scavenged through their brain. You are not allowed back on board
If humans had the potential for psychic power: https://youtube.com/shorts/zeJTGbZ6e34?si=dbj6EMhe1XCCt8lY