"Hi. There." you said, trying to contain the mixture of anticipation, excitement, and the little bit of fear welling up inside you. "I'm Aranche. Who are you?"
The thing, whatever it was, rolled a little further around the edge of the pipe. As it came into the light, you saw it was small, maybe a liter of inky dark goop, moving on a series of sticky pseudopods. It didn't have anything like a head, no eyes or anything, but it seemed to be looking at you, somehow.
You stepped closer, and as you did, your tech sense went
nuts. There was something with that little blob that it liked, something technological, though alien enough that the specifics evaded you.
"What are you, then? Nanotechnology?" you speculated aloud, just trying to keep up a calming patter. Like you were talking to a scared dog or something, because, you know, that made sense, projecting that onto an alien, Liv, you fucking moron, you absolute goddamn brainless fuckhead. "Something like that, yeah?"
You stepped a little closer, trying to get a clearer image of what you were looking at. It backed away, with a sound like a little squeak, and you held out a hand trying to reassure it. To keep it calm.
"Hey, hey, don't be scared, okay? Not here to hurt you." you said, "You can't understand a word I'm saying probably but I'm just trying to say calming things and not freak you out while I figure out what you are..."
You could see it now, that you were closer, the shape of it. Not its actual shape, it didn't seem to have one of those, but what it was made of. Not machines as you'd typically recognize them, but not organic either, not something evolved, something
made...
Slowly, very slowly, it crawled down the wall toward you, puddling on the wall, swirling in on himself. Close enough to touch.
[ ] Touch it with your organic arm.
[ ] Touch it with your prosthetic arm.
[ ] Write In
(I finally figured out how to do this properly).