HUMBLE SPACER 15 NOV 3306 (PRESERVE THARGOIDS)
16 Nov 2020Igli
I saw all sorts of weird characters since I started a passenger transportation business. Once a loud crowd of Abstinents boarded my ship to go on a scenic tour. I feared lest my reserves of alcohol ran dry even before we reached our destination. Some of them fell seriously ill and I discussed with my crew that maybe we should have a full-time paramedic on board.On the other hand a group of Alcoholics Anonymous behaved themselves only moderately wild. They just broke several chairs and a holo-media. Those were alright. You could never know a passenger by the looks of him. The worst of them could well give the least trouble. I had criminals who looked like criminals and walked like criminals - and they were very polite (a rather chilly feeling), quiet and generally almost invisible. Nice guys.
I saw them all. But that one dude put me in a stupor. He was short and lean but very agile. And agitated. He talked and talked about everything and anything and wouldn't shut up. He was everywhere making acquaintance to everyone. Everybody was fed up with him. I felt that other passengers would soon decide that they had enough and would finish him by any means possible. I opened my locker and armed a tranquilizer gun - an absolutely necessary thing to have on a first-class passenger yacht. Then I went to save the moron from an angry crowd.
I found the crowd paralyzed while the shorty was speaking to them. He was proclaming that humanity must stop hunting little cute thargoids but instead we all must commit ourselves to preserving their species, maybe organize some sort of reservations for them, feed them and help them proliferate. He raised a large book above his head and said that it was a galactic catalogue of endangered species and thargoids were on its first page. The poor beasties were almost extinct with every independent pilot in the universe striving to put an end to them. "It must stop!", he said - "Join a pro-thargoid society now!"
He looked me right in the eyes and I shuddered involuntary. I accidentally pulled the trigger and put a tranquilizer dart right into my own leg. When I came to my senses I couldn't find the prophet anywhere. Nobody seemed to understand who I was looking for and what all the fuss was about.
I could swear they threw him out of the airlock.