 |
| Time Remains |
"The landing was scheduled for eleven. What's going on?"
The voice on the phone stumbled.
"I don't care. Where are they?"
Some problem...
"Are they coming or not?"
Silence.
"If they aren't coming, I need to dispose of these samples. You know how human samples deteriorate quickly and the fridge you left here is crap."
A chuckle.
"Oh, funny, is it? You won't find it so amusing when it's your turn to do a tour here on Earth and have your crappy fridge stuffed with beers just because you don't want them to think you're an alien, which you are!"
No comments:
Post a Comment