Throttle's Understanding of Humans and Earth

By

Kelral Orlyana

Disclaimer: I do not own the Biker Mice, but my ideas on their biology, thoughts and kin are my own imaginings.

Author note: Since 'Charley's Study of Martians and Mars' was so successful I have decided to do one more chapter on Throttle's point of view of Humans and Earth. I intend for this chapter to be the final chapter and the reason why I chose Throttle as the narrator should become clear, I love him but it isn't just favouritism, I have some ideas that have been going on in my head for Throttle and I'm going to give them a go in this story. Again I must stress that any religious point of views or opinions are fictional and made up for this story and in no way express my personal opinions of persons or places. Information about Mars is based on my research on Mars and its moons but may not be entirely accurate.

Please read this story with an open mind.

Once again I hope you enjoy this story and I hope it inspires you all.

Warning: For mature language and alien points of view that may be unintentionally offensive. I must stress once again that what is written below is not personal opinion or written to offend. I am trying to write from alternate point of views, especially from a scientific point of view since the boys are highly advanced and alien and would not see our religion as we see it.

Throttle's Understanding of Humans and Earth

Throttle knew what it was like to be different, his people, the tan and golden coloured mice had segregated themselves from the rest of Mars and so he had been raised in a colour biased world. Anyone not a soft brown, caramel or tan/gold colour were often captured and killed. Throttle had been raised in a very, very racist home where his father and brothers believed in a religion that stated only those of tan coloured fur were holy and worthy of life, anyone different were blasphemers, demons and monsters who needed to be removed.

Unfortunately he was also quite different from his family, so much so that he was considered a possession, his father eager to marry him off because of his rare mutation. He was of course talking about the fact that he was born with rare blue eyes and fur far longer than the normal five inches. It was not at all obvious but Throttle had fur as long as seven inches in some places, he was a rare long-furred, blue eyed mouse and most of Throttle's Father's associates were eager to own him because of this fact. It was one of the reasons he had fled.

He had wanted to die when he had ran, he didn't want to escape the town, he just wanted to escape his life. His father hated that Throttle didn't hate the 'colours' and Throttle hated his father and his people for treating him as a possession, to be beaten when he did not obey and passed off to the highest bidder. Finding the coloured mice was a mistake, or perhaps pure luck, either way Throttle found a home with coloured mice.

Only it didn't feel like home at first, everything was so different, for one thing there was more technology, his father had shunned all technology because it hadn't been created by a tan mouse. Throttle had been frightened by the loudness and business of the towns, there were far more coloured mice then there were tanned and it was terrifying. Had it not been for Modo and Vinnie Throttle may have run again and this time he would have lost his life.

Throttle could understand the human female better than any other, especially when she stared at them in terror; Throttle had done the same to Modo when he first met the gigantic male mouse. But her terror had turned to fascination, then respect and then adoration as she learned their story.

Just as she watched them, they watched her.

Charley was alone, she had no family nearby. The bros had become her family and she had gradually become more reliant on them as they had become reliant on her. She watched them with a desperate gaze at times and all three could sense she needed them but they were unsure how to give her what she needed. They kept their knowledge of her need quiet as they were aware that she did not know of their telepathic abilities.

She was weak, her skin was thin, her organs fragile and her stamina pathetically short, but what she lacked in physical ability she sure made up for with intelligence. Throttle could safely say that she was one of the best mechanics he had ever met.

There were some things Throttle didn't understand about his human and her people. The first was the sheer number of deities in existence, it was as if some humans only lived to create new Gods to manipulate people into giving them power, money and some sense of immortality. There was a God that promised seventy-two virgins in death, although why everyone assumed those seventy-two virgins were women was beyond him nor did he understand why it was targeted at men primarily but from what he understood almost all Human religions encouraged the subjugation of women. Another religion required sacrifices, animals were brutally killed in ritualistic murders, and another even required human sacrifice. But worse yet all religions suggested those that did not follow these fictional texts were blasphemers and demons. If you were gay, you were a monster, if you were a different colour, you are a demon, if you have different religious believes you were a sinner and would be going to hell for such a 'heinous' crime. Worst yet were the 'just' deaths caused by religious fanatics. Stoning of women for the most ridiculous crimes, looking a man in the face, speaking to a man, not hiding one's face or body, then there were the lynching's, Throttle refused to call them hangings because it wasn't justice it was murder. Throttle would gladly admit some individuals deserved death, but it should be quick and as painless as possible, to cause another individual great suffering was to become a monster yourself. Those that deserved death were usually those causing these 'just' deaths as far as Throttle was concerned, but who was he to challenge these ridiculous beliefs? He was an outsider and an alien; they'd sooner kill him for being a demon then listen to his logic.

But the thing Throttle hated more than anything else was the blatant disregard human's had for each other. The only time people flocked in great numbers was when there were celebrations or to witness a crime scene of some such nature. Throttle had, first-hand, witness how people seem to rush to crime scenes simply to see who had been hurt and why before gossiping amongst themselves and worryingly most people wondered if the victim deserved it. Even more concerning was the power plays in human society, murderers could get off 'Scot-free' if they had high-ranking friends or enough money to buy the jury and judge off. No human cared for each other; they merely tolerated each other's presence. The only time they seemed to be friendly was when they wanted something or they were close-nit friends and family, the latter seemed extremely rare.

Charley had no visitors. In the last few years Throttle had only seen clients come in with their vehicles. Charley only went out with them for fun and she did not mention names or people. She was lonely and only wanted for her services and so the Bros did what they could, visiting her even when they did not need help, sharing their company and enjoying hers. But Throttle was confused, she was a beautiful woman and more importantly she was intelligent, why did no one want to know her? Did the humans not see the gem she was?

Perhaps it was because she was not religious? She never showed any particular dislike to religion but neither did she care for it. There were no religious idols in her home, she used the name 'Jesus' and 'Christ' instinctively and not religiously and although she would say 'Thank God' or 'God only knows' it was not in a religious sense, more like a saying that was passed down or learned. She showed no hesitation in walking under ladders or on cracks, she called it superstitious nonsense. Their human believed in what she could see and touch, but she was not ignorant to religion, just tolerant and uncaring but not spitefully so.

Throttle had spent hours if not days simply watching and thinking and still the answers were beyond his reach, she was unpredictable, doing what she pleased and yet she had a routine but instead of prayer her life was based around work and food and the rare time she got time off. In fact Throttle could say with absolute certainty what her day would be like, she would wake, wash, dress, eat breakfast, open garage and only close the garage late evenings before having dinner and chilling out on the sofa watching television or reading a book until it was time for bed. Sometimes she would decide not to open shop and to stay with them, something the bros looked forward to and other times she would have them help out, which was quite enjoyable as Throttle enjoyed working with machinery and learning more about her as he did so.

But she never seemed to learn about them. She never asked, it was not because she did not care, far from it, the bros could 'feel' her love for them, but she just didn't seem to ask or want to know. Vinnie suffered the worst for it, he had grown fond of their human and had wanted to include her in their small family but her continued ignorance meant it could not be. Modo and Throttle dealt with it better, Throttle knew how difficult it could be to adapt to alien lifestyles and to ask the right questions and Modo was the more patient of the trio, which may surprise Charley since she probably presumed that Throttle was the more patient and calmer of the three.

Throttle had assumed that she would continue to be ignorant, but she was more observant than he realised, which had surprised and pleased him. How those tiny eyes could pick up such information was sometimes beyond him despite the fact he knew exactly how eyes worked. Being larger he and his bros had larger eyes and therefore more 'cones' as the humans called them for vision, thus their vision was easily twenty times better than a human, they picked up the smallest movement but her eyes were slower, by the time they had moved their tails, for example, she had only just realised they had been moved. In fact her eyes were three seconds out of sync, the neural path between her eyes and her brain were fast but simply not fast enough, if Throttle wanted to do harm to her she would only register his move when he had already completed it. Still Throttle would not put her down, even mentally, she was quite intelligent despite her physical disability and although she was slow she was able to understand everything her eyes were telling her.

But Throttle was rambling, not an odd thing surprisingly but it was a habit that irritated his bro's. They would often sense his far away thoughts or overhear them as they had now and they often disliked how unfavourable Throttle was of Charley's body. They chided him now reminding him of how affection and how giving she had been but Throttle simply told them that he was not insulting her, simply analysing his own thoughts as he tried to understand their special little human.

She had saved Throttle's life once during one particularly hot summer. Being thick furred and born on a world colder than Earth the sudden heatwave had caused Throttle more suffering then his bros. It had not been obvious, Throttle was not one to express pain unless it was immense and agonising but the heat had made him sluggish, tired and weak. His bro's had been so worried that they had taken him to Charley's and sought shelter in the cool building. Charley had known something was wrong, how she knew Throttle still did not know, she did not recognise antenna or tail language nor could she read their thoughts as they could hers but still she had worked it out. Perhaps she knew their fur made them suffer in the heat, or perhaps she had learned Mars was much colder than Earth, whatever the reason she had let them have free run of the bath, given them a sweet and delicious treat called 'ice-cream' and had even shown them a pool, a huge tub of water created for bathing outside. Had she not done so Throttle knew he may not be here today, he would have overheated and potentially have died.

Did she know Throttle was long-furred?

Throttle doubted she even recognised the signs. The bros all had fur combs, to tame their fur but Throttle had specially made brushes and combs built to handle the immense fur coating his body but since such things were private Throttle doubted she had seen or learned of this.

He could remember the day her mind had opened and changed, she became more observant, which was surprising because humans weren't all that observant with their small, fragile, futile little eyes. She watched their tails, tried to learn their language, watched them interact and started asking questions of their bikes. Of course she believed she was being sneaky, the Bros had of course merely smirked and 'pretended' not to notice but in truth they were flattered and pleased she had taken an interest in them. They were lonely, with no other Martian's to talk to and they knew each other so well that talking was not required, they were bound in a bond of brotherhood and friendship, they could simply send their thoughts to one another. Still they talked simply for Charley's sake who would most likely find these silent conversations frightening or irritating.

Days changed to weeks, weeks changed to months and her interest seemed to quieten. The bros tried to encourage her without making it obvious that they knew she was learning about them but she seemed distracted and unreachable. It disappointed them all to no end.

Still Throttle did not blame her, humans grew bored all the time and they hated things that were different. Perhaps the knowledge was too much for her?

When he had been injured and unconscious her attitude had changed, she seemed frightened, of him. Throttle had been distraught thinking that she no longer cared. Had the x-rays his bros taken of him frightened her so much? Did she not understand that they were frightened of her body themselves? How could a few millimetres of skin protect against a blow? How could such tiny muscles work to sustain her? Where were her food storage organs? Where was her fur and why were her organs so small? And how could nature have created a small body that could only be sustained by 'three'? Three minutes without air would not protect her if she was to find herself in the wave of an explosion or on Mars. Three days without water would mean any trip to Mars would be hell and Throttle knew for a fact that the deserts on Earth were wider than three days travel! Three weeks without food? What about droughts and famine? Why was she so weak? Why was humanity so weak? Why give a species so much intelligence and yet give them such a weak body.

Humans, intelligent? You forget that those fools believe sacrificing humans and animals to Gods is just. And did you not just think that these religions were doing more harm than good? They may have intelligence, but not as much as our Charley and thank our Creators for this, I pray the biased species never leaves Earth, they'd be just like the Plutarkians, taking what they want with no care for the rest of the species out there.

Unfortunately Vinnie was right. For every good human there were a hundred evil or dark ones. Still humans did have more intelligence than their bodies should have allowed. It was in-balanced, a weak body and a relatively advanced mind. Throttle would feel sorry for the humans if the majority weren't power grabbing fanatics.

Still it was not Throttle's place to judge, a Martian did not judge or try to control another species. Throttle may not like most humans but he loved Charley and the few human friends they had made. He and his bros had had the great fortune in meeting the good humans, the ones worth protecting and he would not judge his friends even if the worst of humanity seemed to outnumber the good. It was a Martian's beliefs that other species believe what they will, Martian's believed in free-will and Throttle believed this too even if he hated what the humans were doing with their own beliefs.

Not all religions are bad, look at Buddhist beliefs and how the humans believe they should be one with the world.

Another good point from Modo. They had been fascinated when one day they had seen a documentary on the Buddhist's. Peaceful monks, or so the documentary claimed, they spent their time seeking enlightenment and peace. It had stunned and pleased the mice to learn that not all humans were close minded and Throttle doubted Buddhism was the only peaceful religion or culture out there. Humans liked to show off their bad sides, showing death, pain and suffering as if it was a game but sometimes the best shined through, Throttle in particular loved that humans were working to reinstate the natural balance, replacing trees and trying to breed animals back into the wild as well as trying to combat the humans mass murdering anything in their paths.

And seriously? How did ivory and bone cure mystical illnesses?

But Throttle was being distracted again, his thoughts wandering and becoming dark. He did not like thinking bad of people or species. He should focus on the good, like their Charley, their spirited little human. Physically weak and yet mentally strong.

Only…

She wasn't mentally strong right now, she was nervous. Terrified even as she slowly approached them as if they were going to bite her. Kindness be damned, they would not allow their human to be afraid of them so they turned their attention to her and for the first time startling her with their 'knowing' she needed them. Throttle would have risen but Modo sensed that their human needed to say something so Throttle remained in place, settled between his bros.

"Modo, I may not have been completely honest about my research?" The 'you-think' went unsaid, instead Modo played along and gave a fond playful glare to his ride before turning his attention back on their girl. "I learned more about your culture and your beliefs and I was amazed." There was no preventing their pride from showing, even Martian's had moments of pride and smugness, they were only mortal after all and they were allowed their moments. "I have no end of respect for you. You've done so much for me that I think it's time I return the favour."

"Charley-girl…" Vinnie made to protest only to go quiet as their female asked for silence by raising a small fragile hand.

"No. I wanted to do this. You've been here long enough that I considered you close enough to be family and I hope you think of this place as a home away from home so I left a surprise in the room down the hall." Had Charley been a telepath she would have felt the joy all three felt as she referred to them as family.

"What?" Throttle asked curiously afraid to do anything else in case he scared her off.

"Go and find out, it is the third door on the left."

And so they rose, unafraid to do as she asked and the surprise was so great that Throttle, the politician and leader of the trio was speechless. Vinnie cried out but Throttle barely registered the sound. Somehow Throttle gathered himself enough to bend down and gently search the box. Everything they would want or need to erect their shrines was there. Candles, statues that Charley must have spent weeks if not months carving and trinkets for them to claim as their own and to offer to their Gods.

We never asked for this.

We never told her.

She did this on her own.

She did not even know we were religious.

She really cares.

What should we do?

How do we repay her?

Their thoughts were almost too much. Throttle distanced himself from their minds for a short time and was ashamed to find his hand shaking. Their Charley-girl had done this, she hadn't cared that their religion was different, that they were different, she accepted them as they are, religion, bodies and minds. Throttle could count on one hand any human religion that would do the same as their girl had done. Their Gods were alien and sometimes evil and yet she had allowed them into her home for them! She may not have been religious but the choice to do this could not have been easy. She surely was the best of humanity, accepting differences and not judging. Perhaps she had her own biased opinion of them and their religion but like a Martian she had simply accepted the difference. They had been fortunate to find a girl like their Charley. She truly was 'one-in-a-million'.

She was gone by the time they had set up their shrines and prayed to their deities but she was not far. The moment she walked through the door Throttle was on her. His normally reserved nature and reputation was destroyed without regret as he entered her mind and thanked her again and again before allowing his bros to do the same. As he stood back he analysed the information from her mind and was absolutely astonished by her intelligence, she was not afraid of their being different, she wasn't judgemental of their Gods, she had done this because they were family and by entering her mind they had sealed the bond.

Charley wouldn't notice it yet, but she would sense where they were and perhaps even pick up on their stray thoughts after a while, but since humans weren't built for telepathic communication it would take several episodes of their joining her mind and training it to handle the bond and improve her ability to 'hear' them.

But she had more surprises. Squid, for the annual feast. Not sabretooth squid of course but it was the thought that counts. And in return they had a surprise for her. For too long they could not include her in their family moments, their species were too private to simply share such moments like a human would but by acknowledging them as family she had opened her mind to them and was now officially theirs. Throttle pulled her onto his lap as the bros curled up on her sofa, their tails for the first time in years touching her as they touched each other. They enjoyed her gentle, curious touches and were greatly pleased when they realised how much tail etiquette she knew thanks to her observations.

Throttle was not afraid to admit he was wrong. Humans weren't evil, they were just…

Misguided?

Unenlightened?

Afraid?

Hopeful?

Desperate?

Throttle chuckled at the words. But did not answer. Everyone was afraid, even the Martians, why else did they have religion? They may not have to sacrifice anything in worship of their deities but where was the proof their Gods were real? Only the fact that they believed made them real and so the same could be said of the humans. Yes, their beliefs could be used to make evil or to excuse evil acts but so could the Martians should they choose to. Humanity was young still, Martians had been around for far longer and their laws had evolved to prevent the barbaric use of religion, humanity had yet to reach that stage. Beliefs was still far more important than intelligence but there was proof that this was changing. Humanity has great potential if it opened its eyes and Charley-girl was a peek preview of that perfect world. Throttle could only hope they continued to become better but knew the path would not be easy, barbaric religions clung on even on Mars, with the Rats in particular who seemed to be continuing with sacrificial religions.

The boys vowed then and there that they'd watch over their treasure. Unbeknownst to her they were no longer focused on the television but on her but she was not focused on it either, she seemed deep in thought which made all three quite amused since she was tapping and stroking their tails in thought, such action normally provoked a play fight but all three ignored the offer she was unintentionally giving them to watch her work out the great mystery her mind seemed devoted to.

I'll watch over them.

How sweet. The Bros thought, their weak little human protecting them but they knew she meant more than physical protection, her mind was focused on helping them and their people and they appreciated that more than they could say. If she would watch over them, they would watch over her and her people. It was time to stop being divided by species and moral high-grounds and time to work as the family they were. They would face their worlds together as they should have done from the beginning. They could only be stronger now that their family group was together. None knew what the future would bring but with his bros and his alien sister at his side Throttle was more than willing to face the future head on.

Agreed.

Together until the end.

And wasn't that a pleasant thought. Together until the end, Throttle liked the sound of that. But he didn't want to think anymore, he wanted to enjoy his family and he would. Perhaps it was time to teach her that challenging three huge Martian men to a fight was a bad choice. Vinnie was already thinking of pinning her down. Perhaps Throttle would join her team against Vinnie and Modo.

Hehe.

You're on.

"…EEEEPP!"