They looked at their faces in the mirror, flecked with green, and feared the Melidans less than their welcome on another world. It was a thick, wet noise and words formed alongside it in my mind. It could be the sweet old lady carrying two perfectly-balanced baskets of woven bamboo over her shoulders, each basket filled with sweet addictive fried Vietnamese bananas. ____, “Pallbearer,” The Mammoth Book of Apocalyptic SF.
”“You talk in circles. Their discipline had not faltered, even while the majority of the force was already orchestrating a response to the Melidan assault on the other side of the encampment. And beyond the curved wall of the transparent dome, I saw that we had drifted into Earth’s night. You know you’re not really going to destroy me.
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