Rio is wearing a green dress today, munching on one vegetable or another that she has found easily along her path through the Shrum Science Quadrangle.
Speaking of the Human race has been forbidden in my world for centuries since the consensus abolition of organized worship of them - of course not all of our people felt equal piety towards the species that had picked this place to either die or be forgotten in. Thus, it was eventually felt by all that we best direct our energies to making sure that whatever fate befell them did not befall us - to do otherwise, it was finally and universally conceded, was to disrespect the very memory we had come so close to recovering. However, never close close enough for all since some quirk of our genetic makeup made a consensus of their true identity ill-befitting the common temperament - which had slowly risen like a red tide to obsessive fervor around the celebration of the last millennium, particularly in centers where information transfer was generally sluggish compared to that of the capital - Pacifica.