Psyche Spin

Shapeshifers. The word cut deep into Ice's subconcious. Arousing feelings of dissatisfaction and envy and ...... imagining what it would be like to at least pretend to fit in.

Ever since he was found in that wreck back on Earth he was surrounded by humans, human culture, human leaders, even human females. He was well recognized and respected for his intellect yet had next to no real friendships. Despite his companionship with Jake, Ice felt empty and detatched. His rejection of human societies expectations left him purposeless. Going through the motions and obeying orders was easy enough, but it was more because of the lack of alternatives than the real drive to succeed in the military. It was also because deep down somewhere he hoped that in his campaigns he would one day find another like himself. Another lonely creature whose closest thing to a mother was an escape pod, jettison from a doomed planet. That he would one day find a cure for that feeling that had crept deep into his heart these long years. The hope that he would no longer be alone.

It was his one true achillies heel. Even now as the emotions swirled through his mind time began to race foward. His friend had long since responded, but as if in a trance Ice had not heard for the feeling shattered his concentration and awareness completely. He breathed deep as the sea of despair washed over him. Once again coming to grips with the fact that his options were limited. All he could do was keep breathing, put one foot in front of the next, and live one day at a time. It was best to not think about it lest he be distracted and endanger those around him.