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A spaceship landed in the park. A door dilated. A strange-looking alien with artificial antennae made from tin foil emerged.
"Greetings, Earthlings!! We come in..." It consulted a device. "In trick or treat?"
A spaceship landed in the park. A door dilated. A strange-looking alien with artificial antennae made from tin foil emerged.
"Greetings, Earthlings!! We come in..." It consulted a device. "In trick or treat?"
You open your eyes as the glass from your cryopod slides open with a whisper. As your eyesight adjusts, you see all the control panel lights are a steady green. You made it. Taking a mental inventory everything seems good. Fingers and toes responsive. A slight headache, but that's to be expected after nearly 3 millennium suspended in gel. Cautiously you step forward and feel the ground beneath you is pleasantly soft underfoot, and seems to be some kind of purpleish moss. At least that's what it seems to be coded to if you remember the mission brief correctly. You realise your breathing is unintentionally a little shallow. No turning back now, so you take a big old lungful of breath in. Oh that smells good. Not necessarily the unfamiliar scent of the air, which isn't unlike freshly cut grass but with a slight not unpleasant fishy note - but the *absence* of anything actually unpleasant. No pollution. No industrialisation of any kind. Difficult to put a finger on it, other than it just smells so *natural*. From nowhere you bark out a small laugh, making yourself jump. Which prompts a fit of laughter until you're doubled over weeping. You can't believe it. It's all so unreal. From behind you hear footsteps - turning excitedly expecting to see her. As you turn, your eyes widen and the smile becomes fixed in horror as you recognise the company Enforcement-Mech and the realisation hits you like a wave of ice.
WELCOME TO KEPLER-1606B, PASSENGER-1. YOU HAVE BEEN AWOKEN BEFORE THE OTHERS TO COMMENCE CONSTRUCTION OF VITAL INFRASTRUCTURE. YOU WILL FIND TOOLS AND MATERIALS HAVE BEEN DEPLOYED FOR SITE-1; THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT. YOU WILL START WORK IMMEDIATELY.
The witch took her hands off the patient's body.
"First of all," she said with absolute conviction, "there's nothing wrong with you."
"The doctor-"
"Said you must be either man or woman?"
"That it's black or white, no grey."
"Nonsense. Every colour in the rainbow is between black and white."
"What treasure did your adventure yield?" villagers would ask on her return.
"None," she would laugh, "except memories, scars, and a favour owed me by a wolf!"
Or a dragon, toad, sow, or gorgon.
"When will you call in all the favours owed you?"
"Only when I must," she said.
She never had to.
The witch took her hands off the patient's body.
"First of all," she said with absolute conviction, "there's nothing wrong with you."
"The doctor-"
"Said you must be either man or woman?"
"That it's black or white, no grey."
"Nonsense. Every colour in the rainbow is between black and white."
"What treasure did your adventure yield?" villagers would ask on her return.
"None," she would laugh, "except memories, scars, and a favour owed me by a wolf!"
Or a dragon, toad, sow, or gorgon.
"When will you call in all the favours owed you?"
"Only when I must," she said.
She never had to.
There was a 'womp' sound from the yard. I looked out the window.
Where the large pile of leaves had been, a dragon sat.
"Oi!" I called.
"The hoard was unguarded," the dragon said. "I claim it."
Every damn year. It'll leave once the leaves lose their golden hue. Meanwhile, I can't order takeaway.
There was a 'womp' sound from the yard. I looked out the window.
Where the large pile of leaves had been, a dragon sat.
"Oi!" I called.
"The hoard was unguarded," the dragon said. "I claim it."
Every damn year. It'll leave once the leaves lose their golden hue. Meanwhile, I can't order takeaway.
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