Wade brought an alien to the party, and everyone wanted to meet it. We'd heard their race could see the future.
"I can't imagine," Kary said. "It must be so depressing, knowing exactly when you're going to die."
At first, the alien seemed confused by the questions, blinking its beady, spider-like eyes and clutching its translator box in all three hands. Then it straightened, as if with sudden realization.
"Your people... cannot... frell?" The word they use for their perceptions has no equivalent in any Earth language. Its blue skin darkened: a horror/fear/disgust response. "How can you survive the uncertainty?"
Whimpers From My Bed Of Woe
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