I cried. (I suppose that wasn’t a particularly sensible question. It just popped out.) “The other Wentars and I have often asked our selves the same thing,” replied the purple-eyed alien. “Considering the mess you people have made of this place, it’s hard to imagine why anyone would want it. Of course, the planet’s basic structure is still sound; lots of water and so on. But everyone in the galaxy knows how much work it would take to clean up your world enough to make it suitable for civilized life. So there must be something else. We have some theories, but we still—” Before he could finish the sentence, he spun as if he had heard something behind him—though what it was I couldn’t have said, since I heard nothing but the rain pounding against the windows. When he turned back, his eyes were wide. I wasn’t sure it was a look of fear (with an alien, who can tell?) until he whispered, “Quickly! Follow me! The Flinduvians are coming.” The urgency in his voice made it clear: He was terrified—which didn’t do anything to calm me down, let me tell you.
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