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[No, I’m Not a Human]
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I looked up and noticed the sun was malfunctioning. “Someone should probably do something about that” I said thoughtfully. “How about you?” suggested Elodie. “Good idea” I said, becoming the Glory (the Scion 1e avatar, not the Doctor Who construct or one of my consorts) and fiddling with the metaphysical properties of the sun to stop it from being so bright.
I spent the rest of the day carrying out some kind of government-sanctioned quarantine and browsing secret experiment files on abhuman ultraterrestrial immigrants from beneath the Earth’s surface. I went off-mission because while the whole abhuman thing was somewhat concerning for local property values, the attention of this world’s local embodiment of Death was more concerning. I performed the Rite of AshkEnte expecting I might need to resort to Absissic binding or true name mutilation measures, but as a pleasant surprise the embodiment of death actually turned out to be a total sweetheart.
She just didn’t understand humanity and thought that, for example, homeowners just wanted eternal isolation in an open field. Which might be true of Home Owners’ Associations and not…entirely unappealing to me, but with some prodding from Elodie I proceeded to explain that actually humans required more fulfilment and stimulation to ease into comprehension of an eternal endstate.
Humans would, I also added, really appreciate the total extinction of the Visitor species. And Death, being kind, promptly obliged. Every single Visitor suddenly dropped dead for no physically discernible reason-and woke up in Visitor Limbo. Which happened to look like the very underground cavern they’d tried to crawl out of, except they were all stuck in there together. Forever.