Elderra Cosmic Circle 3874.
My knowledge about the infinite races continues to grow, and my records of them are increasing by the visit.
No matter the visit - whether it is a beneficial one or a disappointing one - I keep learning new things about the many aspects of their varied lives.
In this period, I am particularly interested in their trading skills and, most specifically, the concepts they call business and terms like "making a deal".
I observed an adequate number of races partaking in these concepts and I learned from them their meaning.
So, in order to enrich my knowledge of them, I decided to visit and observe a race, which, from a distance, seemed to be experts in these terms (concepts).
In this Log I am visiting the Goldifen Race, in their home planet "Mon' Atir".
This race was a humanoid species who had golden avian feathers as hair.
Most likely because of their planet being rich in resources, from their early stages, they discovered the essence of trade and developed themselves around the concept of business along with its driving force, the currency.
This currency was a universal innovation I came in knowledge of, which many races in the infinite cosmos use. The only difference it has between each race is its shape and the material it is made from.
'It only looks like little trinkets to my eyes though, no matter its shape or material.'
This whole planet's Goldifen Race factions by daily exchanging the currency among each other or with other races who trade with them.
Through my preliminary observations, every member of this race has in its possession some amount of currency. Until now, I didn't find a single individual not having at least one piece.
My rudimentary speculation is that they kill any member who is found not possessing any.
This currency also seems to fuel their individual and social power, as the more someone has, the higher in the hierarchy that person is.
That was also the reason the place I chose for a closer observation of the topic was the highest building on the planet, as that should be the place where those who hold the most currency would be.
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I stood outside the entrance of that building; its doors made of glass; a fragile material many races choose to use on their buildings. A stupid choice if I must add.
I entered inside and, while ignoring the natives who were staring at me, I looked around for a way up. The first thing that caught my attention was a metal box in which a few of the natives would enter continuously, only to disappear completely or new ones would exit it when the box opened again. It was a new marvel for me to witness, but I had more important matters to attend to than examine it.
The next thing I saw were the familiar stairs; just the means I was looking for to travel up. Step by step, I unhurriedly began to traverse them, steadily moving up.
This building was like a nest with multiple levels stacked one atop each other. Every now and then, the stairs would lead to a floor with many of the natives busying themselves around. Every single one of them knew where to go and what to do, moving without pause like members of a colony.
In every floor, the natives who managed to see me before I went further up would stare at me with confused eyes; probably wondering what a stranger was doing in their "nest".
When I finally reached the last floor, the first one who saw me reacted differently. Instead of adopting a confused expression like all others before, he oddly blocked my way. There was also a female of their race a dozen steps further in, sitting in a chair behind a desk, who only glanced at me once before continuing her work.
Placing a slightly more importance on the one blocking my way, my attention drifted back to him. If I had to describe him in any way, I would say he seemed like a colony soldier responsible for keeping the order. It was clear from his actions I was not allowed to go any further.
In any other instance I would gladly follow the local laws and customs, but right now I couldn't, I didn't want to. My close up visit here was specifically to observe an event in which the culmination of what is called business is being used.
I tried to pass him from the side but again he blocked me. This time, he even stretched his hand forward in an attempt to push me back; the gall of him. He was determined to prevent me from making my observations and recordings. Obviously, I wouldn't stand idle against his obstruction of my search for knowledge.
Before he even managed to touch me, I lifted my left arm and waved it horizontally to my left. It was the subtler action I could make to remove him out of my way while at the same time keeping him alive. Recording everything in my Archive Log was my most important goal, but I would not annihilate a single living being to achieve it, no matter how insignificant a single life is in front of the whole cosmos.
I continued on my way as I passed by the former obstructor who was now sleeping in the nearby wall. The female was still seated but clearly shaken from what she saw.
She was on the verge of producing the signature alarming sound for danger most sentient species were capable of, but I obviously couldn't allow that to happen, since it will ruin my observation and recording of data. I released just a speck of my true aura, overwhelming her senses and making her fall asleep too.
With all the minor obstacles now dealt with, I proceeded towards the back.
This floor was the last one indeed, just like I had theorized; only the most important individuals would be allowed entry here. Except the two, now sleeping, individuals from before, I didn't see anyone else in my path.
It wasn't long before I reached two metal-framed, glass doors in front of me. There was also some kind of curtain made of light separating me from them.
With nothing else on this floor, the other side of the doors should be where the advanced business talks and deals are being made.
With my anticipation rising by the moment, I couldn't wait any longer. I reached my hand forward and used my fingers to fold the light curtain on the sides, clearing my way for the doors' handles.