He spoke to me, without introduction, in galactic standard english. He was intense and insistent. Half-way across the galaxy, light years from anywhere and I get buttonholed by the only other human on this backwater planet. And he’s a bloody tourist. Wants to know the must see places, where to eat, the best hotels. So I tell him. Just to get rid of him. Pompous sod.
What I don’t tell him is; I’m a revolutionary, I’m just about to leave the planet, I’ve introduced a lethal bacteria into the water supply system, this planet has one day left, he’s dead.
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