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What would an intergalactic nursery look like? -- Anon Guest

Multi-species infant care is a fascinating workplace to begin with. For each species, there are separate demands beyond the standards of clean, warm, and comfortable. There are some general rules, like mammals do best when fed on their parental secretions. Reptilian life forms, for instance, get essential gut bacteria from their parentals' regurgitations. Some, like Humans, thrive with the assistance of gentle physical contact. Others are too frail to be disturbed until they pass certain milestones of early development.

Some species get to choose their infant's gender based on the temperature at which their eggs are incubated. Others, by the temperature in the nest as they proceed past the larval stage and pupate. Some have strict rules about leaving such things to happenstance. It is therefore vitally necessary to know all of this before qualifying for a xeno-childcare license.

In larger space ports and trade centres, it can get ridiculously complicated. Interns and trainees usually don't have to care for more than one species' ward at a time. Unless, like Ka'tho, hir patron hospice is run off their feet with a mutant strain of the Immunoflu and everyone not a vector is set to look to the needs of the smallest and most vulnerable members of society.

The infant care wards, usually a bastion of organisation and neatness, are quickly overrun with reminder notices above each crib/creche unit. Timers with differing alarm sounds abound. Ze and the three other trainees were run off their feet and desperate not to make any kind of mistake. Those remaining in hospice care were those who could not be safely transferred to that of their parentals. Which meant that those infants remaining were the ones who needed the most and urgent of attentions.

Tweep! "Mine," Ka'tho called, heading straight for the incubator crib. Check temperature versus ideal. In the zone. Good. Rotate and shuffle the chrysalises according to the instructions so as to randomise gender upon rehatching.

Zeepazeep! Nanokki had that one. Clean, feed, hold carefully... that one was one of the easier ones.

A musical chime. "Mine!" Ka'tho, now finished shuffling chrysalises, was now rotating eggs. One had a chip. A crack! "We got a hatching commence in crib thirty-two!" And no time to properly document everything. In desperation, Ka'tho set a camera on the nest and stayed for as long as ze dared.

Diverse alarms were going off all over the place. Ze rotated, untangled, cleaned, checked, and nurtured as best ze could. There were species whose infants would perish if they weren't picked up, species whose infants would perish if they were touched incorrectly, species whose infants would perish if they weren't handled with a specific variety of roughness. Babies who needed to be groomed, babies who needed to be bathed, babies who needed this or that gentle care...

And some who set up their own noise because the noise they heard frightened them.

Too many needs, and not enough service. The most Ka'tho could hope for was that they passed through this crisis with zero accidents. Minimal mistakes with minimal impact.

Because one rule was a constant across the known universe. There is no force more deadly and terrifying than a primary parental whose child one has just harmed.

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I thoroughly enjoyed your fiction story. That was one subject I've never seen written about, so it was a refreshing theme. You did a good job of setting the scene with the different demands that were required for the various species and letting the reader know how diverse the tasks were. Then the resulting chaos from the Immunoflu and the shortage of workers was very believable. You did a great job of telling a complete story within this flash fiction. Even the ending about the parents would be upset if somthing happened to their offspring was right on target.

How far in the future and understaffing at childcare centres is still a problem? XD


Wildcat virii are the problem 'cause of these new lives needing help that won't infect them with a disease they can't combat. The uninfected are few in this case.

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What a lovely story you have in there and I also love how you keep your readers been part of everything that is going on. I enjoyed reading your blog and wishes to read more from you soon

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Intergalactic positive article 👍✌️👏

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