When the spiral machines on the orbiting colony station taught us to talk, it proved awkward at first. We blinked our dark eyes up at them and took in chlorophyll a bit more slowly, trying to conserve energy for the mental patterns language required. Then later, as we understood more about ourselves as New Humans, we could move faster along the lit steel catwalks, talking and walking in the gardens without getting tired. Taz and I were the best of our kind at adapting. Tallest at 1.65 meters, we also had the biggest feet. Speaking with our lungs and mouths