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Jenny hovered just inside the doors of the girl’s Dorms with a puzzled expression as she lifted her left wrist to her lips asking [color=Dodgerblue]Don please explain the homo sapiens outside of the school carrying signs that reflect negative opinions towards Meta humans and aliens?[/color]
 
[color=gold]A negative social group of minority status whose belief is that Meta and Aliens are the Enemy in a non active conflict; threat level medium. [/color] came a neutral male voice from her wrist
 
[color=dodgerblue]Thank You Don[/color] she answered still wearing a curious expression as she pivoted and flew to her assigned dorm room to see her things unpacked and put away before she tried the art of mingling.
 
She entered her room and her mind touched every object she owned knowing them without even a glancing visual because of the magnetic frequency of wires woven through each article. This was how she liked her things so that she was  free of the individual handling of each piece so it was using those wires that she unpacked her luggage all at once. 
 
To the casual observer it was like a silent explosion of clothing and articles you expected to see come from a girls school luggage that then resembled a weaving three dimensional pattern of cloth and colors as each piece sought its assigned position in her storage compartments.and closet. In the maelstrom of clothing Jenny’s casual sundress flew from her body and was smoothly replaced by her school uniform and smooth by phantom handmaids who even fixed her metallic hair into a lovely topknot style ponytail.
 
She decided then to indulge her developing ego by floating before the large mirror and critiquing her form and appearance as any female on the cusp of maturity must even though it was an effort in vain because her association with humans gave her their perspective. There was logic in the visual perception of a potential mates because much of it had to do with physical fitness and development and using that as a base she was forced to see to her energy form’s balance and power.
 
[color=gold]Query; Jenny; “Are You Lonely?”[/color] asked Don in a demonstration that she now had a living observer.
 
[color=dodgerblue]Of course I am lonely Wendy, to be otherwise wouldn’t be logical.
 
I am the only known member of my species, I have just said farewell to my mentor and plunged into an unknown environment that is the battleground of societal ranking on this world for beings like myself. I am a teen and a girl of a protective family environment used to the stability the Agency afforded me. 
 
Lonely, Anxious,  Fearful, though not in the survival life mode but the social mode so no need to call it out as a stage and I feel a sense of wonder so strongly I find it is intruding on my self control; again only as social interaction is concerned.[/color]