The Jovian opened his mouth, the fangs moving independently like pincers, producing a faint clicking sound. Ray turned the external mic on and the sound became much louder. The Jovian bowed, a strangely human gesture, and gestured to the table and chair to its right. There was a brief pause, and then the computer’s quiet voice sounded in his ear, young and female.
“Welcome to planet, manhuman. This one is Grif. Sit.”
A short story written in the Noctis Point universe. A peace envoy to the Jovian moons results in catastrophe as the aliens take things very literally.
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Music: "The Pyre" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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