A Kyklops had teleported into Overlook Station, and then flown down on the shuttle. Since, unlike humans, it could teleport without apparatus, presumably it took the shuttle for the pleasure of the ride. The Kyklops wore a human body, controlled through an n-dimensional interface, and took its pleasures in the human fashion.The Kyklops expressed an interest in Anthony’s work, but Anthony avoided it: he stayed at sea and listened to aliens of another kind.Anthony wasn’t interested in meeting aliens who knew more than he did.The boat drifted in a cold current and listened to the cries of the sea. A tall grey swell was rolling in from the southwest, crossing with a wind-driven easterly chop. The boat tossed, caught in the confusion of wave patterns.It was a sloppy ocean, somehow unsatisfactory. Marking a sloppy day.Anthony felt a thing twist in his mind. Something that, in its own time, would lead to anger.The boat had been out here, both in the warm current and then in the cold, for three days.
