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My first impression of the place was not so great.
“Where are the chairs?” I asked. “I need a place to sit down.”
“They don’t have chairs,” Cap told me. “They can’t use ‘em.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ve never seen a Grumpler, have you?”
“Look, Cap, I’m new around here. I’ve never met one. So what?”
“Well, Grumplers don’t need chairs.” Cap smiled as if he was happy about something. “Grumplers don’t have legs. They flutter around like bugs. It’s really something to see.”
“But we need a place to sit down. I’m not standing up all day. Don’t they have chairs available for guests who have legs?”
“No. Grumplers feel it is an honor to be in their home. And as honored guests, you are supposed to never sit down. To them, sitting down is a sign of disrespect.”
“Cap, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” I was beginning to regret my decision to be a part of this mission. “What about the toilet? How do I use the privy?”
“See that hole in the floor over there?” Cap pointed.
by Mitchell Aiken
Tags: aliens, culture, sci-fi
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Kayla
May 13th, 2008
“How close?” We could be famous, and rich if we could get a good scan of the first aliens ever encountered.
“Real close. Their signal only traveled for a couple of kiloseconds.” With her head resting in her hands, and her body shifting in and out of coalescence, it looked like she was trying to hold herself physically in our time.
She paused and solidified long enough for me to hand her the cola float and then took a long drink from it. “Thanks.”
She sat down in the center of the spherical control chamber and I flipped the music pod over to her. “I got you this, too. My kids don’t need them anymore.”
She turned it over in her tiny hands. “Kind of old isn’t it?” The crooked smile reminded me of my own daughter when she was that age.
“Alright, alright. Enough with the age remarks. The aliens? Do they have something to do with the mass aberration we’re seeing? And the drive malfunction?”
“Yes. I think so.” She struggled a moment, faded out then back in. “They’ve been here for a long time.”
by Cobweb
Tags: age, aliens, sci-fi, transmission
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Grax772A awoke with a start.
A rumbling pitch of the ground beneath him shook his tiny body and sent it flying off the molecular awnings, along with at least a thousand of his compatriots, their tiny arms flailing in the chaos to hitch a ride on the nearest semi-stable surface within reach.
“Boo!” came the thundering voice from above, a massive chasm of lips, teeth, and the black void within.
Laughter shook the air, a sonic boom with every guffaw. They hung on.
The Maker, giving them hell again.
Of all nanosentries, only Grax772A had been granted the gift of creative thought. The A stood for Alpha, a 24 hour experiment that would end with termination of Grax’s activity phase, assuming he lasted that long.
Graz dived for cover into the bonds of a steel matrix as the Maker roared again, blowing out a spray of fetid air, wiping out a thousand more nanosentries.
Grax772A’s assayed the damage as his programming blinked quietly. He’d had enough. No sense in waiting.
He put on the virus wrapper, aimed into the giant maw of the Maker, and flew upwards.
by Chaz Siu
Tags: nano, robots, sci-fi, virus
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