You are an alien researcher sent to study a social anomaly in humans, dark humor.
“Have you reached any conclusions in your research of human psychology, Lasyx?” My commanding officer Vanco questioned me, his fourth eye twitching irritably. His anger was obvious on the screen before me, and I shuddered, despite the light years that separated us.
I knew I was in trouble. My research trip had taken 3 years longer than scheduled. Still, I felt I had to defend myself.
“It’s not my fault! Humans are weird!”
I held up a thick stack of notes labeled “humor.”
“Just one area of communication alone has taken 2 years to unravel! For example: humor may be something simple such as a human slipping on a fruit peel, but there are more complex and less understandable areas.”
“How complicated are human fruit?”
I sighed. “No sir, the fruit is just one example, not all humor involves fruit.”
I pulled out a red insert to my humor file. “One subset I have recently studied is called ‘dark humor.’ Dark humor is an area that I cannot truly understand. It takes horrible and offensive topics and makes jokes of them.”
“They find offensive things humorous?”
My supervisor was confused.
“Not all humans, but many will make light of even horrible topics such as murder. Whole movies and tv shows have been written with dark humor!”
“What are movies and tv shows?”
I threw my multiple hands up with frustration. “Ugh, never mind! Just know that humor is just one small area of communication and it is extremely complicated.”
“So… humans are weird.”
“Exactly.”
“You need more time for research.” My superior made it a statement rather than a question.
“And funding?“
“Don’t push it.”
It was worth a shot. I slumped with relief, reorganizing my humor file.
“So what topic are you handling next?”
“Something called ‘meme humor’”
He looked concerned. “Hmm… why is it that I feel a sudden urge to hide in fear.”
I shuddered“ I’m not sure, but I feel the same way.”
Omg that last part is just beautiful
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