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by
Robin Moray
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June 2 - June 4, 2022
Then he reaches out with both hands and touches my chest. “Ramram,” he says. He’s trying to say my name. “Cameron,” I tell him. “Cam-ren.”
“You are beautiful to me, and I want nothing more than to mate with you, and keep you always safe and happy and well. I will watch over you, until your time comes and you are Changed. And then, if you will allow it, I will watch over you until we are made smoke, and join the ancestors in the sky.”
“If you get yourself pregnant to an alien I’m going to make you carry that baby to term. For science. And for pissing me off. Okay? Good talk.”
“Does this make you my gynecologist?” I ask him, which is apparently when his patience runs out and I’m firmly evicted from the medical bay.
“How brave of you, to insult a man who cannot understand you. How clever of you, to criticize him on your first impression before you know his true strengths and weaknesses. How kind of you, to do so to my face, before so many. You are truly a great man. It is a pity that you will never be First among us. What wonders you would have achieved, had you led us with all your courage, and cleverness, and kindness.”
Below I hear Dja’ar call up: two noisy idiots in the canopy, and I laugh, breathless with love and joy in my mate.

