
Life in the Tree Branches
A human from space observes the pony population.
I was once a researcher's assistant on some big space research vessel. I admit, I made some mistakes, but my uptight bastard of a boss decided to promote me to Field Researcher. My first, and obviously last mission, was to indefinitely observe a newly discovered race just so I could be off his ship. Stuff like daily logs, observation for hours on end, all without contact.
And in the background, there's a war going on. That's actually why I accepted the job. It was either observation, or conscription.
Don't you just love my options?

3678 words: Estimated 18 minutes to read
2 Chapters:
- Mistake of a Lifetime 2012-07-09 03:19:52 UTC1979
- Day Job 2012-07-09 05:05:50 UTC1699