9-11-1900900

I noticed a few residents entering an area I thought was restricted, so I decided to do the same and met aliens I had not yet seen before. I found the other side of the city. It was a long walk, as well. Much like my neighbors, the strangers recognized I was human and ignored me. Word spreads fast. I didn't think I'd end up in a high school drama, this is getting ridiculous. Why must they talk about me behind my back..?

It doesn't help I'm easy to identify. Unlike what us humans often portrayed in fiction, there aren't that many aliens that take on a human shape. Many of them don't even have feet or eyes. The bare, rubbery skin we have isn't a common trait, either. There's not a single alien I can relate to, even if I tried.

I wonder when I'm going to be interviewed and examined by them.. and if they'll end my existence when they've acquired everything they need. I'm not a threat and I don't plan on becoming one, but they must think of me as a waste of space and food..

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