Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space ships -- Fiction
The light was gone now. Flicker took a deep breath of the heavy air,
allowing his tensed muscles to relax as the sweet coolness and comfort
crept through his body. First he stretched his legs, as far as they
would go in the restrainers, then his arms, and coughed a time or
two to clear his throat. Almost fearfully he opened his eyes to the
cool, soothing darkness. His mind still ached with the afterglow of
the furious lights, but gradually the details of the cabin appeared.
Far in the background the throbbing drive of the great ship altered
subtly, then increased slightly in volume. Bound where? Flicker
sighed, trying to turn his mind away from the undermining awareness
of failure, of something gone very wrong. Carefully he reviewed his
rescue, his actions, the aliens' reactions. They had cut their drive
almost immediately when they had spotted him, and sent out a lifeboat
for him without previous reconnaissance; surely he had been helpless
enough when they dragged him from his crippled gig, half-frozen, to
allay any suspicions of his immediate dangerousness. A crippled man is
no menace, nor an exhausted man. The whole thing had been carefully
planned and skillfully executed. The aliens couldn't have detected his
own ship which had dropped him off hours before, in the proper place to
intercept their ship. And yet they were suspicious and fearful, as well
as curious, and their first thought was to kill him first, and examine
him after he was dead.
Flicker's face twisted into a sour grin at the irony. To think that he
had come, so quietly and naively, to these aliens as a peacemaker! If
he were killed, the loss would be theirs far more than his. Because
contact, living contact, and a mutual meeting of minds was desperately
necessary. They had to be warned. For three decades they had been
observed, without contact, in their slow, consuming march across the
galaxy, conquering, enslaving, pillaging. The curiosity of their nature
had started them on their way; greed and lust for power had carried
them on until now, at last, they were coming too close. They could not
be allowed to come closer. They had to be warned away.
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