I'd ust like to start with this quote that pretty much outlines the entire direction for this thread: 'Don't mess with humanity. They nailed their god to a stick.
Anyway... Have you ever noticed how humans in sci-fi always seem to be sidetracked into being the 'average' species? We're never the strongest, nor the smartest, not the most advanced. Humanity is usually placed as the diplomat race - we may be adaquate in other spheres, but we never seem to stand out. We win because of a heroic streak and maybe some mumbling about innovation, or spirit.
But is that close to realistic? I don't think so. Escapists, I propose to you this: look at humanity from an alien point of view, rather than designing aliens from a human POV.
Take basic physiology. We're descended from tree-dwelling primates, so that already gives us agility and balance beyond most other mammals. When we came down from those trees, we had no natural weapons, no camouflage, and no natural armour. And yet we kicked the crap out of everything else we saw until we got so good at it that now we're having survivor's guilt over all the things we killed to get where we are. We did this by determination, brains and sheer bloody-mindedness. There's a reason the first practical application of nearly every new technology from fire upwards has been to kill things faster. We're a species of veritable psychopaths. Everything else on the planet kills to feed itself. We kill because the things we kill might want to kill us.
And even without the weapons that so define us, we're not that bad in the natural world now the days of sabretooth tigers and mammoths have passed. Our physical endurance is top notch. There are tribes out there today whose hunting methods consist of simply walking after an animal until it dies of exhaustion. Provided we can eat and get a few hours sleep, we can keep walking pretty much forever. We're like the god damned terminator. We aren't too shabby at ambush, either.
And all that's just in relation to our own planet. What if alien species #1 had not evolvolved amongst a host of nasty predators like we did? They'd have none of our aggression or killing instinct. To them, we'd be insane. We breathe oxygen, for a start - that stuff kills metals, for god's sake. We drink poison for fun. We cover some of our foodstuffs in neurotoxins just for the flavour. We make less powerful versions of millitary weaponry as children's toys.
Help me Escapists. I'm sick of humanity as the baseline species. We're pretty damn scary when it comes down to it. Let's have humanity be the baddest of asses like it really is.
Anyway... Have you ever noticed how humans in sci-fi always seem to be sidetracked into being the 'average' species? We're never the strongest, nor the smartest, not the most advanced. Humanity is usually placed as the diplomat race - we may be adaquate in other spheres, but we never seem to stand out. We win because of a heroic streak and maybe some mumbling about innovation, or spirit.
But is that close to realistic? I don't think so. Escapists, I propose to you this: look at humanity from an alien point of view, rather than designing aliens from a human POV.
Take basic physiology. We're descended from tree-dwelling primates, so that already gives us agility and balance beyond most other mammals. When we came down from those trees, we had no natural weapons, no camouflage, and no natural armour. And yet we kicked the crap out of everything else we saw until we got so good at it that now we're having survivor's guilt over all the things we killed to get where we are. We did this by determination, brains and sheer bloody-mindedness. There's a reason the first practical application of nearly every new technology from fire upwards has been to kill things faster. We're a species of veritable psychopaths. Everything else on the planet kills to feed itself. We kill because the things we kill might want to kill us.
And even without the weapons that so define us, we're not that bad in the natural world now the days of sabretooth tigers and mammoths have passed. Our physical endurance is top notch. There are tribes out there today whose hunting methods consist of simply walking after an animal until it dies of exhaustion. Provided we can eat and get a few hours sleep, we can keep walking pretty much forever. We're like the god damned terminator. We aren't too shabby at ambush, either.
And all that's just in relation to our own planet. What if alien species #1 had not evolvolved amongst a host of nasty predators like we did? They'd have none of our aggression or killing instinct. To them, we'd be insane. We breathe oxygen, for a start - that stuff kills metals, for god's sake. We drink poison for fun. We cover some of our foodstuffs in neurotoxins just for the flavour. We make less powerful versions of millitary weaponry as children's toys.
Help me Escapists. I'm sick of humanity as the baseline species. We're pretty damn scary when it comes down to it. Let's have humanity be the baddest of asses like it really is.