"Always nice to be appreciated," Horanckk said a little too lightly.
"That's not fair," Anwei objected, reaching out to take him on her fingers; he rolled and around her hand, paying no attention to gravity. "You were constantly in my thoughts, and I never knew when somone I talked to might mention your name in the right place and attract your attention. I had to spread the word."
She laughed. "Well, we did make sacrifices. All of us. And Sissies is easier to pronounce than Vizsnunishne - and people still call us sissies, for not taking hostages or slaves."
She pushed out of the cubicle, gesturing to a sign on the wall: a variety of alien mouths and pores and mandibles, and an arrow, apparently indicating THIS WAY TO FOOD. "I don't know what Soylent Green is. But I suppose you'd prefer no talking-meat, or maybe no meat at all?"
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"That's not fair," Anwei objected, reaching out to take him on her fingers; he rolled and around her hand, paying no attention to gravity. "You were constantly in my thoughts, and I never knew when somone I talked to might mention your name in the right place and attract your attention. I had to spread the word."
She laughed. "Well, we did make sacrifices. All of us. And Sissies is easier to pronounce than Vizsnunishne - and people still call us sissies, for not taking hostages or slaves."
She pushed out of the cubicle, gesturing to a sign on the wall: a variety of alien mouths and pores and mandibles, and an arrow, apparently indicating THIS WAY TO FOOD. "I don't know what Soylent Green is. But I suppose you'd prefer no talking-meat, or maybe no meat at all?"