I don’t see our insiders as family because family suucks...at least ours did. We are more like shipmates...a captain and a crew with everyone a job to do. Of course more of a futuristic ship’s tale and accompaniment due to our intellectual prowess dispersed amongst the crew with higher degrees of learning and experience, I might add.

The captain’s hat is passed from situation to situation at a moments notice. We vote and confer on life leanings, like how we as an embodied “singleton” would outwardly live life to the other human habitants eyes of this world to somewhat appear “normal”, out of notice, sane to the unsuspecting eye, a system hidden within a system,....but of course every crew member has their own personal preference, but we must adhere to the dress code and code of conduct the best that we can unless voted on in council for some personal embellishment.

Of course we have our emotional rogue parts that carry us off on a living life tangent for awhile a ways before we can enact emergency ship recovery protocol and regain control of this ship/body/life cleaning up the wreckage caused by said part.

To appear normal, we must stay in control and not let the emotional parts gain control of this ship: must stay vigilant and aware lest we find ourself somewhere at someplace at sometime unexpectedly: this proves to be most dangerous, embarrassing, bewildered, unexplainable, out of character and sorts, and very expensive.

Since this a ship, the littles stay in the nursery and seldom ever front- they do get to voice their wants under heavy adult scrutiny and supervision.

Is this a 100% working system to stay unnoticed and undetected? I wish. We have drawn a plenty of sideways looks, glances, giggles, stares, questions, laughs, finger pointing.....but we always seem to manage to keep on going by burying the moment and moving on.