Horror Stories Part 17

I've eaten fifty-four dog people so far.

I've stopped losing weight, but I can count my ribs through my s.h.i.+rt. One a day isn't enough nourishment for a man my size.

I try to make it enough. I have to ration. And not because of any moral reason.

The population is dwindling.

I don't know why they haven't run away. Packed up and left.

But they haven't.

They don't fear me. Maybe they don't understand fear.

The young puppies still hug my legs when I visit the village.

Everyone else stays inside their holes.

I try not to take the young ones. Instead I dig with my hands and pluck the adults from the ground. They don't fight. In fact, they try to hug me.

I think I'm a little insane at this point.

When I grab them, and they look at me with those sad eyes and say my name...

Sometimes I wish they would run away, leaving me to starve. So I couldn't kill any more of them.

It's like eating my children.

Voice Module 199577 Record Mode: There are just three left.

They don't even go underground anymore. It's almost as if they've accepted their own deaths.

I wonder sometimes if I deserve to live when so many have died.

But the hunger. The terrible hunger.

I know when my food supply here runs out, I'll have to search for more.

More children to eat.

How can something that sickens make my stomach rumble?

Voice Module 199577 Record Mode: A s.h.i.+p!

I saw a s.h.i.+p orbiting.

It was night. I was staring at the constellations, trying to remember my astronomy so I could pinpoint where I was in the galaxy.

One of the stars moved.

It circled the planet twice in three hours. I hope against hope it's a manned s.h.i.+p, not a d.a.m.ned probe. Please let there be people on board. I can't last too much longer.

There is nothing left to eat. I've consumed the entire dog village, boiled their bones and eaten the hides, hair and all.

I'm so thin I look like a skeleton with my face.

Voice Module 195578 Record Mode: The s.h.i.+p landed several kilometers away. I ran most of the way to it, my euphoria bordering on hysterics.

It turned to hysteria when I saw the s.h.i.+p.

Nothing human made it.

It was spherical and grey, like a giant pearl. At first I thought it was some type of meteorite. There were no portals or exhausts, just smooth grey curves, reflecting the world around it.

I hadn't gotten within a few steps when it opened. A hole just sort of appeared in its side. Small and blurry at first, but soon several meters wide. I hid behind an outcropping of rocks.

Then something came out of the hole.

It was twice my size. Vaguely humanoid, but lacking a head. Six yellow eyes stared out from behind the clear visor encircling its chest. The eyes moved in different directions, scanning the terrain. No arms, but under the trunk of the body were four legs, thick and each ending in three long toes.

Its skin appeared reptilian; black scales that shone as if wet.

On the lower half of its body, it wore a bizarre version of pants. Above the eyes was a large and impressive mouth. I instantly thought of old hologramsI'd seen depicting sharks. The rows of triangular jagged teeth encircled the top of the creature like a b.a.s.t.a.r.dized crown.

As odd as its appearance was, it seemed to exude a kind of peace. I felt as if I were looking at a fellow intelligent being rather than an enemy from s.p.a.ce.

I took a step toward it, and it reared up on its two back legs and waved its front legs at me, making a snorting sound. I suppose my appearance unnerved it. My features probably were just as strange and grotesque to it as it was to me.

"I won't harm you," I told it.

"I won't harm you," it repeated, imitating my voice perfectly. It lowered its front legs and took a cautious step forward. I also took a step.

"Zeerhweetick," it said.

I tried to imitate the sound as best I could. It relaxed its legs and squatted when we were within a meter of each other. I also sat down.

"I won't harm you," it said again.

I recalled my astronaut training. Intelligent Lifeforms 101 was an entirely hypothetical cla.s.s about the possibility of communication with an intelligent alien life form. It was in the curriculum because the World a.s.sembly demanded that all s.p.a.ce travelers have that training. They believed if we ever did encounter a new race, the first meeting between species would set the tone for all future relations. Making first impressions and all that c.r.a.p.

Everyone considered it a joke cla.s.s - we'd visited hundreds of planets, and never encountered any life form smarter than a c.o.c.kroach.

Now I felt like that was the most important cla.s.s I ever took.

I began by using words and miming motions. Pointing to myself I said, man. Pointing at its s.h.i.+p I said, s.h.i.+p. And so on.

It watched, and repeated, and within an hour it had picked up several verbs and began asking questions.

"Man here long?" it said in my voice. Then it pointed to the ground.

"Fifty cycles," I said. I flashed fifty fingers, then pointed at the sun, slowly moving across the horizon.

"More men?"

"No."

"s.h.i.+p?"

"Broken." I pulled up a nearby weed and cracked it in half, ill.u.s.trating my point.

It gestured at its own s.h.i.+p with a three fingered leg and also yanked a plant from the ground.

"s.h.i.+p broken." It ripped the weed in two.

"Man," I said again, pointing to myself. Then I pointed at it.

"Zabzug," it said, pointing at itself.

"h.e.l.lo, Zabzug."

"h.e.l.lo, Man."

And so began mankind's historic first communication with an intelligent alien species.

I was so excited I wasn't even thinking about the other intelligent alien species I had just finished devouring.

Voice Module 195579 Record Mode: After communicating for several hours, Zabzug and I went back to my s.h.i.+p. He moved slower than I did, sometimes tripping over foliage. One time I helped him up, getting my first close look at those teeth on his scalp. How he could imitate me so perfectly with a mouthful of fangs like that was anyone's guess.

"Thank you, Man," Zabzug said after getting back to his feet.

I smiled at him. His teeth twitched, which I took to be a smile too.

He was very excited at the sight of my s.h.i.+p, and began speaking rapidly in a series of grunts and snorts. I sat and watched him explore it top to bottom. He stopped in front of the pantry and stayed there a long time, snuffling, trying to open the metal door. Liquid poured down from his head and over his eye plate like tears.

"Hungry," Zabzug said. "No eat long time."

"Man hungry too," I told him.

He beckoned me over and we struggled with the pantry for a while, not budging the door a centimeter. Zabzug's drool smelled like a sour musk, and being right next to him made me realize how big he really was. Three times my ma.s.s, easy.

And those appendages of his had incredible strength behind them, putting huge dents in the thick steel door.

But it was all for nothing. The pantry stayed closed.

Voice Module 195580 Record Mode: Zabzug explained to me how he crashed by drawing a very detailed schematic in the dirt. His s.h.i.+p runs on a b.a.s.t.a.r.dized form of fission, using a refined chemical to help control the reaction. I guess the chemical could best be described as a form of lubricant, as oil was used in combustion engines back on ancient earth.

So basically he's stranded here because he ran out of oil, stalled, and got sucked into the same wormhole as me.

We made some limited talk about putting my power supply into his s.h.i.+p, but the parts were so fundamentally incompatible that it proved impossible.

Zabzug tried eating some plants, doing me one better and actually swallowing a few. He became violently ill. I must admit to some perverse amus.e.m.e.nt at watching black foam erupt out of the top of his head like a volcano, but that only served to remind me how hungry I was.

Two intelligent species, meeting for the first time in history, each with the capability of interstellar travel, and both starving to death.

It might be funny if it were happening to someone else.

Voice Module 195581 Record Mode: After a week together, I consider Zabzug a friend. He's told me much about his planet, which seems to be located in the Hermida Galaxy. Like humans, his species have used up their natural resources, and have begun scouring the universe for food, fuel, and building material.

He's much better at learning English than I am at learning his language. He's gained such a mastery of it that he made his first joke.

We were resting near his s.h.i.+p, talking as usual about how hungry we were, and Zabzug told me, "If you weren't so ugly, I'd consider eating you."

Funny guy, that Zabzug.

Voice Module 195582 Record Mode: Zabzug is starving too. His skin has lost its l.u.s.ter, and his eyes are glazed.

We still have animated talks, but the silence often lasts as long as the chatting.

I'm hesitant to tell him about the dog people, about what I consider my genocidal crime.

But they're all I can think about.

I finally spill the story. Hopeful he won't judge. Hopeful that he might know where to search for more.

To my surprise, Zabzug seems to know what I'm speaking about, and he's able to draw an exact picture of their species.

"Hrucka," he told me. He awkwardly explained that the hrucka were like pets to his species.

It made sense. Evolution doesn't create just one species of animal in an ecosystem. The hrucka must have been put here.

Or stranded here.

Which might mean that somewhere, on the planet, there's another s.h.i.+p like Zabzug's.

He's very excited by this prospect, and we decide to conduct a search first thing tomorrow.

Voice Module 195583 Record Mode: We searched for three days.

We didn't find anything.

Voice Module 195584 Record Mode: Zabzug came into my s.h.i.+p at night as I slept. The viscous drool from his mouth dripped onto my face and woke me up. In one of his appendages he held a sharp piece of pipe, the one I had been using to roast dog people. Upon my awakening, he yelped and dropped the pipe, hurrying from my s.h.i.+p.

I suppose he's having the same problem that I had with the dog people. Respect for an intelligent life form versus the overwhelming need to survive.

But he's in for a surprise.

I'm going to eat him first.

I stayed awake the rest of the night, standing guard with the pointed pipe. He had the strength advantage. I had the speed advantage. We both seemed to be of similar intelligence, and both had the ability to use tools.