"I'm sorry — I'm totally blanking on your species".
I've slapped goat-men half your species and twice your gender.
Foreign policy aims to lose any conciliatory face: "Peace makes your species weak.
It was a moment, of thousands, that made you feel closer to your species.
Were it not for close-up footage of your species looking cute you'd be extinct by now.
"Your species will make perfect slaves for our dung mines!" gloats Kor-Guu, the giant purple space beetle, wielding a glinting dagger in one hairy insect claw.
Writing from love and for love – love of the words, love of your species, love of specific joys – that's a fine remedy for ills.
After the creature phase the cosmetic appearance of your species is locked in, but the abilities it developed are largely meaningless.
In each stage your species either becomes dominant and evolves, or it becomes extinct (meaning you try over and over again until you "win").
You can choose your species (including human, Vulcan, Liberated Borg or your own customised alien breed), career, gender and a wide range of body and head shapes.
If you do this and are discovered, it's very likely the rest of the humans will declare war on you and your species.
