“What is home, father?”
“Have you been listening to those transmissions again, sweetheart?”
“There’s nothing much else to do. You are busy doing things. With everyone else. I can’t be a part of that.”
“All you have to do is be patient. And wait. You’ll soon wish you didn’t become what you will.”
“But what does it mean? Home?”
“Well, your uncle, along with his troop, has been studying their language for quite a few epochs now. They still haven’t found an answer to it. They say it’s a concept that doesn’t exist with social species like us.”
“What’s a social species?”
“Species that exist, co-exist, and thrive with individuals from the same species without the need or want of any pre-established bonding or relationship, basically. Some species exhibit what is referred to as pseudo-social behavior. It is when on superficial examination, it appears as if the species is social, but the individuals themselves prefer solitude in one way or the other.”
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“So what does that have to with home?”
“Well, sweetheart, pseudo-social species seem to harbor this concept. In fact, they seem to need this concept to survive.”
“How do you know this if you haven’t encountered any in all these years?”
“That’s the life goal of people like your uncle. They study things they know and postulate about things they don’t. Besides, there have been some species that we have encountered in our side of the galaxy who also suspect such an aberration.”
“So what you’re saying is that home is difficult for us to understand because social species don’t perceive the need for it.”
“Sounds about right.”
“Father, I eventually want to know what the term roads mean too. West Virginia seems to be a location in their star system.”