"Back on my home planet, oxygen-based lease agreements are an administrative nightmare managed by extractive multi-galactic apps. Landing in Iberia through Guarida changed everything. My only minor incident was the time my human roommate had to rescue me from the building's deep-freeze chest because I genuinely thought it was the only way to cool down my internal processor—turns out I was just having a severe anxiety attack after secretly binge-drinking industrial quantities of Pastel de Nata-flavored engine oil I found in a back-alley garage in Lisbon. Zero bureaucracy, total sovereignty, and phenomenal pastry-adjacent lubrication."
Xylar-97
Intergalactic Expat