Jun 19, 2019 9:43 PM
in color amentans meet hazel
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Afen is disappointed in the universe. He bounds back and forth across his room explaining why to his wife, his infant granddaughter, the end table, and a reporter flabbergasted by her good luck and cringing silently against the wall in the hopes he won't remember she's there.

"There is no reason to suppose that a species evolving independently of Amentans, with their own evolutionary history and living mammalian species likely related to theirs, would end up looking like us. None. Every explanation every scientist has ventured to the press has been unimaginative and unconvincing retroactive refitting of bad models to baffling data. Aliens shouldn't look like us but with different hair colors. Aliens that are not made out of carbon at all would be unsurprising; aliens with only as much physiological dissimilarity as exists between us and animal species on our planet would be mildly surprising; aliens with opposable thumbs would be truly remarkable. This is not remarkable and biologically enlightening; this is just inconsistent with everything we understand about the universe. It doesn't teach us new things about evolution; it should make us rethink evolution. - don't quote that part, they'll take it out of context."

Reporter nods rapidly.

"All of that said, I've picked up three of the languages and I'm working on building a good machine translator, it's a challenge with as little as they've produced in the way of electronic records. I'm absolutely going there to meet them as soon as the politicians figure out what to do with themselves."

     "Do you have any predictions about that?"

"About politics? Why would I have predictions about politics? They deliberately obscure relevant information, for one thing, and for another it's deathly boring."

     "- I mean, sir, surely you hear from your son about -"

"I have seven children and some of them are very dense indeed but not quite dense enough to try to interest me in politics."

      "I was referring to -"

"I know who you were referring to. If you want a statement from Aitim go bother Aitim."

      "Thank you for your time."

"I did not alter my activities in response to your presence and therefore you can't yet be said to have wasted any of my time though you should go before you do."

...out skitters the reporter.

 

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"Gliding's easier than flying. I don't know."

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Rebecca comes back with a letter for her family.

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"Want me to go drop it off? I feel like an owl won't be appreciated."

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"They wouldn't know what to do with an owl. Be careful - I love you -"

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"I love you. I'll be very careful and stay well away from colorful-haired people."

 

He goes.

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Rebecca's family are very nervous and don't answer the door.

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Note under door. He lingers to make sure they don't immediately burn it or something.

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There is a muffled yelp. No fire.

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And no colorful-haired people! He lingers a while longer, anxiously.

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There is some brief and quickly stifled yelling. The doorknob jostles but doesn't turn.

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Stupid evil colorful people.

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John scurries around the side of the house tugging a six year old by the hand. Holds up a finger to his lips.

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John pushes the six year old at him.

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- well fuck.

 

Michael Disapparates with the kid.

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"Are you the fair folk," says the six year old.

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He pushes open the gates of the house. "No. But we might be able to keep you safer from - from the bad people who are threatening everyone."

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"The sky people with color hair? I want to meet a sky people! I want to go in the sky!" she exclaims.

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"Have you seen them? Or just heard about them?"

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"There was notes. I want to go up in the sky! Can you take me up in the sky?"

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"When it's safe, sure." Inside they go.

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"Where are we?" asks the little girl.

"Hi - Judith?"

"..........Beth?"

"- no, Rebecca. Don't remember me?"

"...no..."

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"Rebecca is your biggest sister. She moved in with me when we got married. This is my house."

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"Why am I here?" asks Judith.

"So you'll be safe from whatever's going on with the people who dropped the notes."

"I want to go meet them."

"- Michael, why only Judith -"

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"No idea, John shoved her at me and gestured to be quiet."

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