A break in silence, and a stupid bit of inspiration.

Heyo. I tend to be quiet. And had a friend basically inspire this stupid idea of a sort with the various "Humans are space orks/good people posts that happen."

Data rotation Four thousand sixty eight. Today was interesting node. I'm logging this for being, unusual in the entry.

This event occurred after shift hours at a local human establishment on station. And why they choose to name such after human construction, I do not know.

Diverging back in thought. We had gone here, after chasing down (another term I have come to enjoy used) a plasma leak through a vent split. And as reward, the section leader had taken us to this establishment.

I had arrived promptly, and been told to enjoy by the pod owner that they had imported Xerarilian Nectar for me with the time spent in service. Delighted, I had quietly gone to enjoy such precious gifts as they arrived from what I have been told are human maintenance cycles. They ordered a variety of poisons, and started communicating among each other. And this node is where I heard a very unique humanism spoken of.

The youngest human drone, one often stationed into learning the more simple hive functions as all drones first do, spoke up with what I have come to know as excitement and delight. He began to hurry and take out his personal data slate, as language I could tell was human basic started playing, from what I could tell was of their soldier caste in the tone.

I took more than a few minutes to full parse matters after the human collective began whistling, talking, and even looking shocked. I do not begin to express my full understanding of human nuance here, but they conversed, spoke, and drank their poison.

In my understanding to be disbelief, and after parsing the language properly, I asked the question. As more than a few jumped, having forgotten about the quiet drone most attribute to the air recycler. They looked at each other in silence after I asked this. I did not understand this nonverbal communication at first. In looking up the Humanipedic Galactic, I have come to comprehend that such is shame and reluctance. But at the time of this incident, asked again in un-comprehension.

"What is a Karen that is spoken of with such reverence and shock?"

The lead engineer was quiet for more than a few mental cycles as he, to my learning later, was in thought. I sat and watched the security replay during this time. The figure was human in all aspects I could understand. The proper digits, the vocal harmonics, and the bearing all were human to matters of understanding. But this figure seemed to be of awe and disbelief among other humans.

At the third iteration of my viewing, the lead engineer spoke up. "Ah, hrm, how ta say this.." He scratched his dermal chitin protector and continued. "Karen was, a status of the hive in which a particular drone was trying to rise to a station not unlike your queens." at my chirp that he understood as confusion, he further explained. "Not one set out to be a queen, but seeking to be one in deviancy." My wings buzzing at the thought, he continued. "Back when you guys." He waved his manipulators, "Came and helped us out. We realized that well, there were things we had tolerated far too long as, humanisms. The Karen was one such one."

He continued, helping parse my understanding through his knowledge. "Imagine a hive long lain dormant. There are microbes everywhere. The flow of communication is one sided, many drones speaking, but none following the order you look to in a properly functioning hive. Every bit of deviancy is running rampant. Soldiers are workers, workers trying to fight, and queens seeking nothing to bring any together."

I do apologize at the disquieting buzz I offered at this line of thought. But he reached out, and placed one appendage on my carapace, and I stopped, understanding this gesture to be one of comfort as humans do. He did understand the nature of proper order in things.

"Now, we had a lot to do, and we did. We taught each to be as they should. It was not easy work, but it was the right path to take. Where deviancy arose. We stopped it with tolerance, compassion, and the understanding of what that deviancy entailed. We were a small hive as things go back then, so every bit of this had to be stopped in the measure of the galactic standard. So you can understand when something of history that shouldn't have gone through basic courses arrives."

As I composed myself to comprehend all that had been said, he only gave a nod of understanding as he went to make more than a few sets of calls in matters to whom I understood later were security, and to a human embassy, in which one of their speakers was to later help me understand more of these matters in what was an honor to have such attention to my understanding for those roles are rare in the hive, and must convey unique subjects to the galaxy.

(Anyhow, enjoy.)