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b and I were one of the first
alien-human marriages. We moved into my apartment in the West Village. You didn't see a lot of
aliens around here at first. But soon other alien people showed up and quite
a few of them moved into our neighborhood. No matter where they were from, all aliens were supposed to register
with the police and the local authorities in charge of cult control. Few
bothered, however. And nothing was ever done about it. The police and
municipal authorities were having too much trouble keeping track of their
own people. I wrote stories for the Synestrian market and Rimb and I lived quietly
with our house guests. The Bayersons were quite people and helped pay the
rent. They were easygoing aliens who didn't worry much; not like Rimb, who
worried a lot about everything. At first I liked the Bayerson's ways, I thought they were easygoing and
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bedroom. We were never really clear on
where the aliens came from, and their babies were a complete mystery to us. The way the Bayersons told it, the kidnapping of little Claude was
simple and straightforward. It was "Good-bye, Claude. " "Good-bye, Daddy. "
When we asked them how they could do that, they said, "Oh, it's perfectly
all right. I mean, it's what we were hoping for. That's how we Bayersons get
around. Someone steals our children. "
Well, I let it drop. What can you главная страница сайта одноклассники with people like that. How could
they stand to have little Claude raised as a Bernardean silver thief. One
race one day, another race another. Some aliens have no racial pride. I mean
it was cuckoo. There wasn't anything to do about it so we all sat down to watch the TV
together. All of us wanted to see the Savannah Reed show, our favorite. Savannah's main guest that evening was the first man ever to eat a
Mungulu. He was quite open about it, even somewhat defiant. He said, "If you
think about it, why should it be ethical to eat only stupid creatures, or
deluded ones. It is only blind prejudice that keeps us from eating
intelligent beings. This thought came to me one day recently while I was
talking with a few glotch of Mungulu on a plate. "
"How many Mungulu make up a glotch. " Savannah asked. She's no dummy. "Between fifteen and twenty, though there are exceptions. "
"And what were they doing on a plate. "
"That's where Mungulu usually hang out. Accumulate, I should say. You
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"They just pretty well showed up on my plate one night. First only one
or two glotch of them. They looked like little oysters. Then more came so we
had the half dozen or so it takes to generate a halfway decent
"Did they say were they were from. "
"A planet called Espadrille. I never did quite catch where it was,
"Did they say how they got here. "
"Something about surfing the light-waves. "
"What gave you the idea of eating the Mungulu. "
"Well, I didn't think about it at all at first. When a creature talks
to you, you don't right away think of eating him. Or her. Not if you're
civilized. But these Mungulu started showing up on my plate every night. They were pretty casual about it. All lined up on the edge of my good bone
china, on the far side from me. Sometimes they'd just talk to each other,
act like I wasn't even there. Then one of them would pretend to notice me -
oh - it's the Earth guy - and we'd all start talking. This went on every
night. I began to think there was something provocative about the way they
were doing it. It seemed they were trying to tell me something. "
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doing on the edge of my plate. "
"What happened then. "
"To put it in a nutshell, one night I got sick of horsing around and
just for the hell of it I speared one of them on the end of my fork and
swallowed it. "
"What did the others do. "
"They pretended not to notice. Just went right on with their
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all the brain power they can come up with. "
"Let's get back to this Mungulu you swallowed. Did it protest as it was
going down. "
"No, it didn't even blink. It was like it was expecting it. I got the
feeling it was no cruel and unusual punishment for a Mungulu to be
"How did they taste. "
"A little like breaded oysters in hot sauce, only subtly different. Alien, you know. "
After the show was over, I noticed a bassinet in a corner of our living
room. Inside was a cute little fellow, looked a little like me. At first I
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me wise. "That's little Manny," she said. "He's ours. "
"Oh," I said. "I don't remember you having him. "
"Technically, I haven't. I've delayed the actual delivery until a more
convenient time," she told me. "Can you do that. "
She nodded. "We of the Ghottich persuasion are able to do that. "
"What do you call him. " I asked. "His name is Manny," Rimb said. "Is 'Manny' a typical name from your planet. "
"Not at all," Rimb said. "I called him that in honor of your species. "
"How do you figure. " I asked. "The derivation is obvious. 'Manny' stands for 'Little Man'. "
"That's not the way we generally do things around here, "I told her. But she didn't understand what I was talking about. Nor did I understand her
explanation of the birth process by which Manny came into being. DDs,
Deferred Deliveries, aren't customary among Earth people. As far as I could
understand it, Rimb would have to undergo the actual delivery at some later
time when it was more convenient. But in fact we never got around to it. Sometimes it happens like that