Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space travelers -- Fiction
I lingered for a while longer, watching the level climb. Finally,
remembering that I had not eaten since before my discovery of the soil
deficiency, I left the vat-room, picked up three lliaka hind quarters
in the meat-compartment, attached them to my belt, and proceeded up
the ramp to the greendeck. The thought of the fine steaks which the
quarters would yield made me realize how truly hungry I was, and I
set off across the greendeck toward my distant living quarters with
quickened steps. As I walked, the sight of the arid soil stretching
away in every direction afflicted me with melancholy, even though I
knew that the deplorable condition was well on its way toward being
corrected. The leaves of the baby yumquat trees, I saw to my dismay,
had more than merely yellowed: they had shriveled too. And so scrawny
were the little shoots that, had I not known that they were there, I
might very well have walked in their midst and have been unaware of
their existence. Indeed, the greendeck, awash now with bright morning
sunlight, had more of the aspect of a desert than it did an aspect of
a thriving oasis where plants are grown during shipment. I submit that
my bringing the _Uxurient_ in to an out-of-bounds system was more than
merely justified: it was in keeping with the highest ideals that govern
man in his relationship to plant-life.
(2)
_How a Boarding Party of One gained the Greendeck and made off with
a Uterium 5 Snirk Bird, a Toy Friddlefork, and Two Containers of
Yellow Trading Disks._
Arriving at my living quarters, I removed my greendeck fatigues and
laid them upon the arms of the rack beside the entrance, wondering as
I always do on such occasions how Ho-Hat-Li-Tum, the company's morale
manager, could have fallen for so blatantly whimsical an appointment
as a clothes rack in the form of a life-size woman. Granted, greenship
pilots lead lonely lives, but tell me this: how can the mere act of
their laying their outer garments upon the outstretched arms of a
brainless, speechless, feelingless mannequin in the least alleviate
their loneliness? If Ho-Hat-Li-Tum were really concerned about the
morale of the greenship pilots, he would spurn such halfway measures
and concentrate his energies on getting the regulation that forbids
pilots to take their wives into space with them rescinded.
To continue: Once in my living quarters, I proceeded directly to
the galley where I cut two large steaks from one of the lliaka
hindquarters. Placing the steaks upon the grill to sear, I got a loaf
of bread and decanter of wine out of the provision closet, after which
I set the table. When the steaks were done, I placed them on a large
platter and sat down to eat. It was at this point that I received a
very definite impression that I was being watched.
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