Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space ships -- Fiction
Flicker tried desperately to tear his mind from the agonizing rhythm
of the light, to catch and hold the alien thoughts. Confusion rose in
his mind, and for the first time he felt a chill of fear. His people
knew that these aliens were avaricious and venal--a dozen drained and
pillaged star-systems which they had overrun bore witness to that--but
he had never even considered, before he started on this mission, that
they might kill him without even attempting communication. Why must
they kill him? All he wanted was a chance--one brief moment to convey
his message to them. Five years of planning, and his own life, had
been risked just to get the message to them, to gain their confidence
and make them understand, but all he found in these alien minds was
fear and suspicion and hate, which had become a single ever-developing
crescendo: "Kill it now, while we can!"
There were only three of them with him now, but he knew, from some
corner of the alien minds, that five others were sleeping in a forward
chamber of the ship. He saw himself clearly, alone on an unknown
spacecraft with eight alien creatures, gliding through interstellar
space at unthinkable speed, bound for that nebulous and threatening
somewhere they called home. Their home. He caught a brief mind-picture
from one of them of an enormous city, teeming with these alien
creatures, watching him, picking at him, trying to question him,
deciding how to kill him--
And through everything else came the intermittent burning glare of that
terrible white light--
* * * * *
Then suddenly the three aliens were leaving the cabin. Flicker sensed
their indecision, felt them balancing the question in their minds.
Soundlessly, he lifted one eyelid a trifle. The searing light burst in
on his retina, blinding him for a moment; then he caught a distorted
glimpse of them opening the hatch and withdrawing in their jerking,
uneven gait. And still the alien thought came through with a parting
jab to his tortured mind: "The only thing we can do is to kill it. The
risk of tampering with it is too great. And we don't dare take it back
home alive."
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