This is the third column in a four-part series by B.D. McClay on speculative fiction. Read the rest here.
There are aliens among us. Don’t panic. They’ve been here a long time. You probably live with a few. Some of them lurk in the dark corners of our homes, unnoticed, but others are much more daring. They’ll come right up to you. They might even sleep in your bed. One is near me as I type these words; he’s about seventeen pounds, with gold-brown fur, wistful brown eyes and a fluffy tail. In the part of Earth in which I dwell, he’s known as a “dog.”
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