I had seen enough. Michael climbed down to look around. Ten megayears is surely enough. “We have a saying…” she started.
”“And miss the warmth of human companionship?”The bearded man didn’t laugh, but he made a clucking sound that was a reasonable substitute. Kristine Kathryn Rusch, “Amelia Pillar’s Etiquette for the Space Traveler,”Asimov’s, July. Next harvest, that leg threw the slab cutter off so much it pulled back, forcing me to slice meat manually. Their supply-ships anchored out to sea glazed the water with a slick of oil and refuse, while the soldiers
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