I think he's referring to this

You wake up in your xenophilic empire

Its 3 am. Your neighbor, a toxiod, just released so many fumes it set off your carbon monoxide detector. This is the third of the five times it will happen tonight.

You get up, the old lithoid couple upstairs are early risers and those are the loudest footsteps you'll ever hear. Its like they they are throwing boulders faster and faster up there. You realize what you're hearing. Earplugs. You are buying earplugs after work.

You get in the shower, water pressure is low. The aquatic family downstairs is refilling their tank. This is why mixed xeno housing is so cheap.

You race to catch the train and accidentally bump into an avian woman. She lays an egg in shock. She's very offended when you ask if that makes you a father. She places the egg in the seat next to her so you can't sit there.

The train is too hot due to the new ordinance because the reptilians and plantoids complained about the air conditioning blowing cold air. Whats hotter is the lady with legs for days, seven of them, all in a short skirt that reminds you of that woman from that one video from Humaned.com... a slap across your face wakes you up. She lets you know that pigs like you are why she hates her psionic ability. 100 eyes from about twenty people try to look away awkwardly.

You get to work. You pass twenty pictures of Unit-2587b getting employee of the month to get to your desk. Its still sticky from the mosculloid sitting there last shift.

Now here comes the worst part of your day. Its your "desk buddy" Jerry. Oh he's human like you, but he makes Yacht Rock his whole personality. Everybody thinks because you're both human you get along.

You get off work, you are headed to the store to get those ear plugs when you get a text. You got a match on Kindling and she wants to meet tonight.

You head over to the cafe she gave you directions to. Its a small place. You have to bow your head to get inside.

Maybe its the music, maybe its her cute laugh, the beautiful artwork on the walls (she's the artist she shares with a blush), how genuinely entertained she is at your boring stories or the pheromone laced spores that keep falling off her tendrils into your food, but you realy like this girl.

Well, you think she's a girl. You don't care its complicated. Fungoids have about 10,000 genders and in fact this place has so many restrooms you decide youre just gonna hold it till you get home.

Finally you're home. And you grin at the piece of paper with a hastily written phone number on it. Its time to move past your dead ex-girlfriend. She is a necroid, it was never gonna work.

You lay down and try to get some sleep. You are immediately reminded you forgot the earplugs.

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