"Most humans became wild unsentients from the virus.. You've no idea how lucky we are to be talking gorillas instead!"
The tuberous aliens that raised him were kind and wise, but Kemda never felt that he belonged until he met other humans.
The steampowered cowboy punched a deinonychus. "They're ornery, Mam!" She unholstered the ray-gun from her frock. "Duck!"
"Here to gloat?" "No." "But... I'm your evil Nemisis." "Mostly, you're a performance artist. And you're dying."
"I know you're a hen once a month, but why am I now a rooster?" Mabel pecked him gently. "You married me, and my curse."
"Ready for questions?" "Sure." "When were you born?" "1367." "Really? Mine's 1406! Finally, I'm dating an older man!"
Marc nodded to the inquisitive space cockroach. "Humans had a thing about cosmetic differences too. But now we know better."
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