All my life I’ve wanted to travel in space. I’ve devoured whole libraries of science fiction and speculated on what our first experience meeting intelligent life would be like. Last night I dreamed we met another race in space and they were EVIL FISH. They hated the gas breathers (us) and shuddered when they looked at our weird bodies, finding our lack of gills and fins repulsive and creepy. They had all kinds of scary genetic adaptations that made fighting them one on one very difficult. Like the poison ink they could spit or the toxic spines and stingers they had everywhere you might grapple with one. They’d learned our history from the cetaceans on Earth and thought we deserved annihilation for our atrocities against the marine world. Weird, right?

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