On a planet, which I think was Maldek, I was a humanoid feline-serpentile hybrid. From a certain level of scientific sophistication on, most species indulge in the genetic engineering of hybrid species in all shapes and forms. Some do so more scrupously than others and for the Orion reptilians hybridization was a way to conquer worlds. Over the ages Sirius has been a haven for refugees of the malevolent Orion hybridization practices. I have no idea how I ended up on Maldek or how and to what purpose (if any) the formation of my DNA came about.
I grew up amidst the Martian ethnic group on Maldek, lovely olive-green people with big eyes that contributed to their open and spontaneous appearance and nature. The Matrix mocks the "little green men" so as to pre-empt past life memories and other sources of our real Galactic history.
In my outward appearance I could hardly be distinguished from the average feline humanoid male (my slit pupils weren't feline but could pass as such)...as long as I kept my mouth shut, literally.
I had the fangs of a serpent, not of a feline. Much thinner than feline fangs, they had a curvature of almost half a circle, a genetic deformation, perhaps.
Combined with soft mammalian tissue, I had a sore mouth to one degree or another for most of my life, constantly managing, positioning and repositioning the fangs. A bigger problem was the tongue. It was long, thin and split and in the course of my life it became a source of deep shame.
I had a happy childhood, as children don't see race or ethnicity and in fact, among adults my little tongue was a source of much endearment, as the community where I grew up cherished diversity.
It wasn't until my adolescence that my serpentine traits really became a problem, in that I felt an aggression and instinctuallity growing inside of me that I attributed to my reptiloid aspect, although in hindsight much of it was as much feline, or indeed human. As a reaction, I developed a profound disgust with the instinctual side of life and entertained a caricatural dichotomy in my mind between instinct and civilization. Besides the feline and serpentile, my genetic heritage included a human aspect, which contributed to my associating everything that was good and civilized with humanity and everything vile and lowly with the serpentile-reptiloid, something that in the course of my life I learned to regret.
As I got older the aggression waned and people started to trust me again, but my self-image as a dangerous person with reptilian traits had taken root. My life on Maldek had become a constant battle with the tongue, trying to hide what was common knowledge, and except from my adolescent years, accepted. I looked into half a million eyes of people thinking, dear fellow, why don't you give yourself a break?
