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  I shrugged. ‘Just trying to see everything while I’m on your lovely planet.’

  The Iyr seemed convinced by my answer, even though I’d described Z’h’ar as a “lovely planet”, which was obviously a lie. The merchant pulled out a shuttle-bike - a dirtier, older model - and handed it to me.

  ‘Any chance I could get a newer one?’ I asked.

  ‘You paid three thousand units. Three thousand gets you this one.’

  I shook my head in exasperation, sat on the bike, and started the engine.

  Despite being an older model, there was still a huge kick to the acceleration when I pulled on the throttle. If I pulled on it too hard, I feared I would be sent flying off the back. It felt as though these had been designed, really, with only the heavier Iyr in mind, and not dainty and delicate tourists like myself.

  As I shot through the desert, I soon saw a figure in the distance. I slowed as I passed, hoping for a glance at them, and I recognised the figure as the Arellian from earlier - the one who had been in trouble with the Iyr.

  My kind of person.

  We made eye contact again - only for a split second this time, though, being that I was speeding past him on a shuttle-bike. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hang around a so-called “barbarian” anyway.

  The road was flat, cutting through the dunes, and took me safely west for a few kilometres. I got a chance to have another look at the outside of the city. It really was built to be imposing, I now realised - a fortress to keep the Arellians at bay.

  Soon I came to a junction. A road sign, protected against the sand and dust by a sonar barrier, told me I would need to turn left for Outpost WS1. I did, just this once, as I was told.

  The outpost loomed in front of me - one of the few Iyr buildings outside the city limits, which I’d earlier decided ruined the view. If it had been inside the city, it would have seemed like one of the smaller structures, however, out here in the desert, it was still large enough to be striking.

  I took a breath in the shadow of the building; the heat, once again, was building and a thudding pain was growing in my head. Terrans really weren’t built for this kind of climate. I removed from my satchel my trusty water bottle and took a swig. Over six millennia of Terran civilization, and we still hadn’t come up with a better system for hydration than just carrying around water in a bag.

  ‘You can’t be here,’ I heard a voice call from over my shoulder. An Iyr guardsman leant out of the door to the outpost.

  ‘I’m sorry?’

  ‘You cannot be here. Iyr only.’

  ‘I’m just taking a rest in the shade, that’s all.’

  ‘It does not matter. You cannot be here. You are lucky you are not an Arellian, I might have shot you.’

  I shook my head. Alright, misery guts.

  ‘Move,’ the guardsman reiterated, moving his arm to his phaser.

  I put my hands in the air. Don’t shoot!

  ‘Alright, alright. I’m moving, I’m moving,’ I told the guard. ‘No need to start killing tourists, yeah?’

  I packed my water bottle back into my bag, took a breath, and headed back out into the heat, where my shuttle-bike was parked. My break in the shade hadn’t been enough; the sun was still bearing down hard, and the pain in my skull kept growing. I started the engine with one last look at the guard, who was still staring on - and zoomed off in a roughly south-easterly direction.

  Now off-road, I had to become more confident navigating the dunes. I was hesitant at first, taking them slowly, but as soon as I became sure that the shuttle-bike could hover over the troughs sufficiently, I sped back up. Before long, I was speeding up them, jumping off the peaks, getting some air before the bike had a chance to register the change in height and plummet back down again.

  If my head wasn’t pounding harder now, with the sun bearing down on it, I would have taken a longer route, enjoyed myself more; but, sadly, that was not to be. I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my head and continued onwards.

  Soon, I saw a small Arellian village in the distance. They really were like the old Terran tribal settlements: small huts, made from more primitive materials, were scattered around what resembled a central socialising area. I pulled at my throttle to get closer for a better look.

  As I approached the village, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I slowed, hoping to glimpse it again, but there was nothing. My head was hurting too much to focus on anything while I was moving, so I came to a stop on the side of a dune. I put my hand to my face, trying to shield my eyes from the sun so that I could see better.

  A figure was approaching - not fifty metres away. Was that… an Arellian?

  The sun was higher in the sky now, and, without the shade and air conditioning units of the stronghold, I was really struggling to ignore the thumping sensation in my head. My body, too, began to feel weak, heavy.

  Ack. If I was in the habit of swearing, now might be a good time.

  ‘Fuck,’ I tried out, ‘That hurts.’

  I looked around. The Arellian was gaining on me, getting closer now. However, in the bright sunlight, as well as the reflection from the sand itself, it was almost impossible for me to see.

  Why were they walking towards me? What did this wastelander want with me? I need to get going.

  I stepped backwards, towards the dune, trying to get to higher ground in case of an attack, but my leg gave way beneath me. I fell to the ground and my vision began to dim.

  Laying on the sand, I tried to blink my vision back. My eyes weren’t having any of it, though, and, what’s more, I started to feel like I was going to throw up.

  I felt the sand move around me as the Arellian approached.

  It was at this point that I realised just how much trouble I was in. I was weak, collapsed, and the only people who could possibly help were the local barbarian population.

  My head was searing with pain now. I could no longer think straight.

  I glimpsed the Arellian standing over me, wide blue eyes staring down.

  My fate was in their hands.

  ‘Fuck,’ I uttered one last time - before I vomited and passed out.

  6

  Te’rnu

  When I awoke, an Arellian was fanning me with a dry, browned leaf. I was in a small hut, lying on a bed, with a good number of other Arellians standing around me, staring in fascination with their wide, blue eyes.

  ‘Give them space,’ one of the wastelanders told the others, and all but the one cooling me stepped backwards.

  The Arellian who seemed to be in charge looked around at them with exasperated eyes.

  ‘I mean for you to leave,’ they reiterated. The group dissipated, leaving me with just the two of these strange folk. As I blinked my vision back into focus, I recognised the Arellian with the leaf as the one who had been escorted out the stronghold earlier in the day.

  ‘I…,’ I started to speak, but found my throat dry, little noise escaping from it.

  One of the remaining Arellians put a small bowl to my mouth, filled with a red-brown liquid.

  ‘Drink,’ they instructed. I sipped at the medicine, taking only a small mouthful at first.

  ‘You were poisoned,’ the Arellian told me. They were looking at me with kind eyes, concerned eyes - not the sort of eyes I would have expected to see on a so-called barbarian.

  ‘Was it the Iyr?’ the other wastelander asked, wide eyes looking up at me.

  ‘Poisoned?’ I asked, voice hoarse. ‘No… I wasn’t poisoned… I was just… drinking…’

  ‘Drinking?’

  ‘You know… like, alcohol,’ I explained.

  The two Arellians looked at each other with blank faces. I waved dismissively.

  ‘For fun? Tastes good, takes the edge off?’ I added.

  They still both looked lost. ‘What is “the edge”?’

  I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter. It was just the heat getting to me, anyway, I think.’

  ‘You come from a cold place?’ asked the one
in charge.

  ‘Yeah, I…,’ and then I trailed off, instead asking, ‘Do you have water?’

  The leader nodded, turned to the other Arellian, and said, ‘Te’rnu, get this one water. Much of it.’

  ‘Yes, Elder.’

  Was that a name or a title?

  Te’rnu rushed out, and it was just the two of us now.

  ‘That one saved you, you know. They had been away - who knows where they had gone this time - and found you as they returned to us. Carried you here.’

  ‘Yeah? I’ll make sure to say thanks.’

  ‘Do. They need to feel valued, that one.’

  Te’rnu came rushed back into the hut, clasping a bowl of water in their hands. I drank at it hungrily, finishing the whole thing before I even stopped for a breath.

  They continued to stare, eyes wide.

  ‘What is it? Do I have something on my face, or…?’ I asked.

  ‘No,’ the Elder replied, ‘It is just that we have never seen a creature like you before. Like you… but different. You are… a spaceman?’

  I smiled. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.’

  I’d never been the first Terran someone had seen before.

  ‘What do we call you?’ Te’rnu asked.

  ‘You mean… my name, or my species?’

  ‘Both! Everything! Tell us all that is out there!’ they answered.

  ‘Hush, Te’rnu,’ the other Arellian interrupted. ‘Don’t bother them. They need rest. There will be time for this later.’

  They put a hand on my shoulder, gently instructing me to lean back to the bed again.

  ‘Relax,’ the Elder whispered. ‘There is no rush.’

  I soon fell asleep once again.

  It wasn’t until the sun was low in the sky once again that I awoke. Between staying up all night drinking and suffering from heatstroke, maybe my broken sleep schedule shouldn’t really have been a surprise.

  I sat up, slowly, testing how painful moving was going to be. Short of a headache and some achy muscles, I didn’t feel too bad - whatever medicine the Arellians had given me had worked.

  In the corner of the room, wide blue eyes stared at me.

  ‘Hello, Te’rnu.’

  ‘Hello. How do you feel? Can I ask you questions? Have y-,’ they started, only to be interrupted by the Elder returning to the room.

  ‘I see you are awake. Has Te’rnu been bothering you?’ the Elder asked.

  ‘No, not at all, he-,’ I caught myself. Was Te’rnu a he? I decided to bite the bullet. ‘I’m sorry, is it “he”?’

  Te’rnu looked confused, so the Elder stepped in to help him out. ‘We do not have such concepts. We all act as one.’

  ‘Oh! Erm, so… in terms of…,’ I began to ask, trying to feel out whether this question would be deemed as offensive.

  This time, it was Te’rnu who helped me out. ‘“He” is fine. For me, at least.’

  He flashed me a smile.

  The Elder continued, ‘The others typically use “they”, but I would doubt they would care, if I am to be honest with you.’

  ‘What… what would I say if I were to describe you, then?’ Te’rnu asked.

  ‘“She”,’ I told him.

  Te’rnu smiled again, the concept amusing to him, and began to try the word out. ‘She. I like that! She is here. She is good.’

  ‘She is!’ I confirmed.

  The Elder flashed me a look, and I remembered what she had told me during the brief time that I was conscious earlier in the day - that Te’rnu had been the one to save me.

  ‘Hey, erm, Te’rnu…,’ I started, and the Elder slid outside. ‘Thanks for saving me earlier. I think there’s a lot of people on this planet who wouldn’t bother.’

  Te’rnu smiled again, brilliantly white teeth catching the glare of the sun. ‘That is OK, we all need to look out for each other in this world. You think the Iyr would not have helped you?’

  ‘I suspect not,’ I replied.

  Te’rnu nodded. ‘I think not too. But do not tell the Elders I said this.’

  ‘Elders? There’s more than one?’

  ‘Yes! The Elder you have met, Elder Ra’ntu, is a gifted doctor, but there are others too. All the older Arellians in this village are Elders. That is… all except me.’

  Te’rnu’s furrowed brow gave away how irritated this fact made him - a strangely Terran trait.

  ‘Why’s that?’ I asked.

  ‘They do not trust me.’

  He shook his head - as if ridding himself of these thoughts.

  ‘Can I ask you questions now? I’ve always wanted to meet a spaceman.’

  ‘Go for it,’ I replied, ‘Seems like a fair trade for saving my life, after all.’

  ‘How many? How many questions would be a fair trade?’

  I smiled; there was an endearing level of innocence about the Arellian sitting in front of me. ‘Loads.’

  ‘But how many? I shall have to prioritise.’

  ‘I’ll tell you when you’re running out.’

  This seemed to satisfy Te’rnu as an answer, and he jumped straight into the questions.

  ‘How many planets are there?’

  ‘Oh, err, countless. Hundreds of thousands. Millions, maybe, even.’

  Te’rnu’s eyes widened like a child seeing a magic trick for the first time.

  ‘Only a small handful actually support life, though.’

  ‘What is your planet called?’

  ‘Terra.’

  ‘Terra? That’s a pretty name. And, erm…,’ Te’rnu paused, a sudden shyness overcoming him. ‘And what is… what is your name?’

  Whoops. I’d forgotten that bit.

  ‘It’s Syl. Syl Raynor. Sorry. I should have told you that already, really. I’m still a bit out of it, I guess.’

  ‘Syl-raynor is a pretty name too,’ Te’rnu added, no longer making eye contact.

  ‘Just “Syl” is fine.’

  ‘Syl.’

  ‘Yeah.’

  He went quiet for a moment, processing everything that I had been telling him, and then question after question began to escape his lips.

  He asked about Terra, about what life had been like there. He asked how we travelled amongst the stars. He asked why I looked different to him, and whether other aliens looked different too. He asked and asked and asked until I was seriously considering telling him there actually was a limit to how many questions he was allowed.

  Finally, a ringing noise came from outside. Te’rnu’s eyes lit up again.

  ‘Dinner! Do you have dinner on Terra?’

  ‘We have dinner, yeah. My favourite part of the day,’ I answered.

  ‘Mine too,’ Te’rnu replied, grinning. He stepped over to where I was laying, grabbed my hands, and pulled me to my feet.

  ‘Thanks, Te’rnu.’

  As he led me towards the door, I glanced back at my bag, which was being left alone, at the side of the bed.

  ‘Oh, Te’rnu, will my bag be OK in there?’

  He looked confused. Again. This was becoming a real regular occurrence.

  ‘Yes. Why would it not be?’

  ‘Nobody would steal it?’

  Te’rnu didn’t reply, only maintaining his perplexed expression. I took this as an answer.

  Out in the centre of the village, the inhabiting Arellians were sat in a large circle. All held food bowls in front of them, some full, some about to be filled. Te’rnu handed me an empty bowl, and we sat down at a gap in the circle.

  To the side of the circle, I noticed, was a tall antenna - next to some kind of screen. It stuck out like a sore thumb in this Arellian village; they were centuries off this kind of technology. It had to have been placed here by the Iyr.

  On the side of the antenna, I noticed, was a big red button. Every fibre of my being immediately wanted to push it - how could someone resist a temptation like that?

  I turned my attention away from the Iyr technology and back to my hosts. The Arellian who was serving the food poured it in
to my bowl with a kind smile on his face.

  ‘This is Elder Or’ane,’ Te’rnu told me. ‘They are in charge of meals.’

  I thanked Or’ane, and then, when they were further away, Te’rnu leaned in close, and whispered, ‘That is the role I wanted.’

  I poked timidly at the food. It was curry-like in texture, viscosity, colour, like the dhal that an old boyfriend of mine used to make. I sipped a mouthful. It didn’t taste like dhal, but that didn’t mean it was bad. There was a sweetness to it, that Terrans wouldn’t normally have in their savoury dishes.

  ‘You like it?’ Te’rnu asked, eyes wide with hope.

  ‘I do. It’s very sweet. If this is how sweet your main course is, then I can’t imagine what your second course will be like.’

  ‘What did you say? Second course?’ Te’rnu asked.

  Whoops.

  I shook my head. ‘Nothing. Ignore me.’

  He happily did, and instead continued to sip away at his bowl. I finished mine, too, and resisted the urge to burp. There was no knowing what was offensive to different cultures, so I tended to play it safe when it came to this sorta thing. Maybe they didn’t even know what burping was! I kinda liked the idea of the whole circle seeing me do it and wondering what on Terra that was all about.

  No, Syl. Resist. Resist!

  ‘Te’rnu, I… I have to ask.’

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘I’m curious, I’ve never met a species without gender before.’

  ‘You want to know how it works? Biologically?’

  ‘Yeah, like… can you get pregnant?’

  ‘I can.’

  ‘And you can also impregnate people?’ I asked, and then, in order to diffuse the awkwardness that maybe only existed in my mind, teased, ‘Not that I have anything planned.’

  ‘I can impregnate people too, yes.’

  ‘So is that all in one organ? Or do you have, like two different things, each with their own purpose? And you just choose which one you’re going to use? Sorry if this is weird to ask. I’m just interested.’

  ‘Maybe we don’t talk about this at dinner,’ Te’rnu suggested, and suddenly it seemed like he was the more mature out of the two of us.