“Valkyr,” they said, softly. “At last.” “That’s not my name,” said Val. Valkyr sounded like one of the names the really creepy Earth-first types gave their kids, the kind of people who were so unpleasant about aliens that it was uncomfortable to talk to them at parties. “I’m sorry, Valkyr,” said the alien, “but whatever you believe just now is simply not true. I need you to know.”
