‘Why do you look so similar to us? I know all the outworlders aren’t humanoid, but a lot are. How come?’ ‘Well,’ he said, hand at his mouth again, ‘It’s like this; the . . .’ he belched. ‘. . . the dustclouds and stuff in the galaxy are . . . its food, and its food keeps speaking back to it. That’s why there are so many humanoid species; nebulae’s last meals repeating on them.’
