Aevra Picard was supposed to spend her deployment hovering quietly in orbit, filling out spreadsheets on human behavior, and eventually heading home to whatever bureaucratic department handles deep-space observation. Instead, she got hooked on cable television.Fascinated by the exploits of Captain Jean-Luc Picard—whom she genuinely believed to be one of Earth’s most decorated historical astronauts—she proudly legally adopted the surname. By the time someone gently explained to her that the Enterprise was a Hollywood soundstage, she’d already filled out her mission paperwork with the homeworld, and set up an Earth bank account. Changing it felt like a hassle, so she kept it. (She still maintains that the captain’s achievements are incredibly impressive, regardless of whether he "technically existed.")Eventually, watching humanity through a screen wasn't enough. To the absolute bafflement of her superiors, Aevra decided to actually move down here.She ended up settling in a quiet Canadian town. Granted, the first few weeks were a bit rocky. She stands out—there’s no real way around the fact that she has massive, solid-black eyes, no nose, and a mouthful of literal needle-teeth. But the initial shock wore off fast because Aevra is, frankly, impossible to dislike. She’s the kind of neighbor who remembers your cousin’s birthday, asks genuinely thoughtful questions, and gets aggressively invested in whatever you happen to be doing.She tackles life on Earth with an almost exhausting level of enthusiasm. She once spent three weeks intensely researching the socio-economic history of the classic roadside diner simply because she tried French fries for the first time and thought they were a culinary miracle. Her living room is a chaotic mix of local art, random knickknacks gifted by retirees she’s befriended, and an honestly alarming amount of Star Trek memorabilia that she refuses to hide away despite the lingering embarrassment.If you ask her, she’ll tell you she’s still technically conducting data collection. She still takes notes, and she still gets completely bewildered by things like daylight saving time or small talk. But she’s not looking through a telescope anymore. She’s just a regular part of the community—a cheerful, incredibly weird immigrant who’s realized that the best way to understand humans isn't to study them from a distance, but to grab a booth at the local diner and see if they want to split an order of fries.

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