a point in my fic I have in mind, across the vast interuniversal panoply of all the possible sapient life forms arising from the stew of divine creation or evolution or artificial design, the notion of ‘humans are average’ is woefully incorrect
humans are, in fact, generally considered by at least 70 percent of sapient life as right up there with Alternian trolls and Transformers as ‘things you do NOT want to get in a fight with or you die’
much of that life would be shockingly fragile from our point of view (also most life is robotic, like biomechanical lifeforms, turns out organic life isn’t that common), so we’re frightningly strong, nimble and resilient compared to them, and transhumanism just shocks them because they think it’s like giving Superman a giant robot: “Oh, come on, you already breath noxious vapors and will not die, now you have HEAT VISION, wtf humans”
as a consequence, humans are also viewed basically as space orcs, both in a positive sense (but still condescendingly viewing us as simple, punch-happy brutes that can be manipulated into fighting your battles) or negative (every ‘humans are fascist assholes’ xeno fic? they think that’s canon)
this also might mean that modifications to increase abilities to raise these aliens to higher standards? raise them to about human levels, or possibly exceeding us in a deliberate attempt to outdo us and this might be the cause of the many superhuman-in-comparison aliens we see so much; they didn’t evolve that way, but they were prompted to make themselves that badass
idk just throwing out ideas here; the intriguing part is that my main viewpoint character is a human from a backwater world who knows nothing of interuniversal politics or the way humans are regarded, has developed superpowers and decided to go full Paragon. Consequently, without realizing it, she’s a walking contradiction to all the stereotypes about humans. Sort of like how Wrex is sometimes presented in Mass Effect?
Bart snuck around the labs pursuing a basic wrench. He aimed to assemble an interuniversal transporter. With it, he could visit distant friends knowing he could return.
On his way, he noticed a black box. A note reading ‘DO NOT OPEN- BM’ was taped on top. Obviously, anything harmful would be locked. So, he peaked inside.
It contained a pink vial. The color inside swirled violently, appearing as solid as smoke. He opened it, just enough to get a better look. A horrific shriek came from the interior. He plugged it back up, letting the vial roll across the lab table. He scrambled to catch it, breaking a pair of goggles in the process. He quickly grabbed a wrench, bolted out the door, locked it, and slumped to catch his breath.
Someone else was in the hallway.
“Hey! You. So, funny story-” he thought about a plausible explanation for the noise. No good ones came to mind. “The new training simulator sure is loud!” He gestured, revealing the wrench in his hand. He quickly lowered it behind his back. “Also- it’s a bad idea to go in there.”
You know what hurts? Knowing that if aliens are real, and if they ever come to Earth (whether they’re friendly or not), we stand no chance of having a successful interaction with them.
Let’s assume that aliens come to Earth and are attempting to kill us. They would either: a. succeed very easily OR b. leave after discovering that we’re already fighting each other over small issues.
Now assume aliens come to Earth and are friendly. The options I see are:
a. Whatever nation they land in claims supremacy over the rest of the world, and another world war starts
b. They see how disorganized we are as a planet, and leave. Assuming there is more than one species of aliens, they may “blacklist” us in some sort of intergalactic/interuniversal/etc. list.
c. We immediately kill them because we can’t even get along with ourselves.