In all of my cycles of life in psychology, I have never had as difficult a time as I am now. My superior, a Keglicht by the name of T'chaalhim, ordered me early this daily cycle to study the species that only everyone has been speaking of. *HUMANS.* Bipedal abominations, they recently joined the great Galactic Federation, much to my personal horror. Four cycles after their first introduction, I still struggle with one thing that makes them true "space orks" as some call them. The Abyss. Every damned one of the humans I have studied, spoken with, Striga be damned, even slept with; they all speak of the same thing. The Void, The Abyss, whatever may be synonymous. It makes my fur stand on end. My species calls the Emptiness, and we are raised and schooled on the dangers of falling into this metaphorical "dimension". Then come along the blasted primates, and what do they do? They embrace it. How? They find some reason to justify glimpsing int the dark haze, and they actually find it fun! I often find humans on the station peering through any crack they can find to view the vast Emptiness. I fight internally not to drag them away. Sometimes, they notice me, and drag their muscles in a truly horrific way, calling it a "smile". Only a demon from the depths of space can enjoy staring into the Abyss. I hate it. It goes against everything I know. The Galactic Federation has recommended that any psychologist in the field should attend therapy! I just may do so. That aside, one story has stood out to me. Not because I find it intriguing, quite the opposite. It saddens me, crazy as it may sound. A merchant ship, the *Geithne'il*, was attacked by pirates. The *Geithne'il* had one human as a worker, and when the ship was seiged against, the human took matters in his, paws? Hands?? Anyway, the way he did it? He stole a jumpsuit rated for void usage from one of the Hurjiti technicians, and jumped from an airlock. To the pirate ship! In rumors across the mess hall during the night cycle, I oft hear that he fought his way to the bridge with nothing but his limbs. Just his limbs. It makes me wonder if all humans are like him. Several weeks after, I hear of a message supposedly sent BY the human. It was a pre-recorded message, and it was quite short.....but the meaning of it haunts all who listened to this day. "The Void called, I answered. It wanted it's children back." Soon after, we had an influx of humans traveling through Port. I was wandering around, observing them, when my curiosity peaked. I pulled one aside, a female with long blonde fur and astonishing green eyes. "Excuse me human, but...why are there so...many of your kind?" With that unnerving "smile", she gave me a reply. I weep in fear every time I recall it. "Why, y'all didn't hear? The Void called!" "The Void? Do you mean the Emptiness?" I nervously fiddled with my claws, as I secretly dreaded even communicating with this evilspawn. "Yup! We've been walking in the Void for so darn long, I was wonderin' when He would come a'callin'." "W-w-w-who is...He?" Apparently, many other humans had heard our conversation, as many replied in a terrifying response of yelling and howling, "LEEERRROOOYYY JEENNNKIIIIIINNNNSSSSS!"