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\u201cHello!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Milmurt said outside of the large round spiral vessel, nestled into the white and gray ground. Yellow perch trees with their jagged leaves waved in a calming wind. The stranger of strangers, Milmurt, an accepted Uru from Ranok, a Ranokian, waited for an answer. He scratched his ridged brown head and turned it all the way behind him. The Uru city spread out in the distance and a solemn great plateau was to the City’s north. Creatures came and went into the night, communicating, foraging, plotting; it made for some company in the back times when the Uru examined him for credibility. Now, they were the familiar sounds of a home distant from his own. He remembered the discomfort and the waiting period he endured to be accepted by the Uru. They had a history with his people and Milmurt was as non-descript as anyone there beside his distinct nonchalant voice. His patience ended with another call at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou were near the sebewenga. Why? It\u2019s time we met. That wasn\u2019t a good time and now is,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The vessel’s lavender door remained closed with no viewing ports, but a voice said, \u201cNever you mind. Goodnight, Sir. Pleasants.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every word the voice spoke was in the Uru language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf it is the case then, do not come to the sebewenga again,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat is not yours!\u201d a young human said, his glasses thick, his hair trimmed neat and his clothes, fastened with plastic pieces made to fit him specifically. A shine radiated off his body. Milmurt found the young man’s bodywear claustrophobic but admired how secure the human appeared. The thick collar on his suit gave a locked-in presence, almost a home of its own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt moved past the young man and into his chambers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, no no,\u201d the young man said, but Milmurt was already in. He grinned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ve spent a better part of my life building this and I never had a roommate so don\u2019t think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re from earth. I can speak that or Uru. Which one do you prefer,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe language of peace, as in leaving me alone, Milmurt Ranok,\u201d the human said in Uru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt took his eyes away from the comfortable confines of the man\u2019s spacecraft to stare at the human. His black pupils stayed on the apprehensive man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Uru will know you invaded my space. I have their permission to be here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo do I,\u201d Milmurt answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen peace is how we should keep this, Milmurt Ranok.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt peered around the vessel again, a home and a spacecraft in one. Its creator was left with no choice. It had to do with this circumstance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 On one of the rounded parts of the ship, the man made a bed for himself that doubled as a place to sit. Milmurt\u2019s bone structure matched humans at a variation, so the bench was inviting. The man reminded himself to be mindful of observing Milmurt\u2019s mannerisms, citing him as an early human ancestor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you want out on sebewenga?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt continued his scrutinization of the home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow, Ronnie. You can tell me,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGreat!” Ronnie chuckled and repeated his name under his breath. Those Uru cannot keep anything to themselves. I only want my home back,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour home? Last I heard young man it is still there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. This one,\u201d Ronnie pointed at the floor. Milmurt sniffed in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt smells of Mon in here. Is that how you arrived?\u201d Milmurt said. Ronnie lowered his head refusing to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you want to know something?\u201d Milmurt said, pulling at his melevo skinned jacket with Oxo hair hood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI did. When you weren\u2019t in my home,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlright. Ok,\u201d Milmurt nodded and curled his chipped brown lips, \u201cGood enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He raised his brown fingers, small flakes of his outer skin layer fell off with movement. Milmurt scanned the vessel again and then turned to the shorter Ronnie. His astute, clean, and naive face convinced Milmurt he may control the young earth-man one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a neighborly thing to do if someone is stranded on this planet to tell another how to get home, but you don\u2019t want to know,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ronnie pivoted away from Milmurt pretending to attend to a collection of artifacts he sealed in a bag a decade or more ago. Milmurt stood. He began toward the entrance and left. Ronnie closed his eyes to sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAAAANNNN MACA,\u201d a booming voice came, Ronnie spun around toward the door again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Outside, three immense beings hung above the ship. Milmurt pulled his head up to what he believed were feet, but it was their base.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBan Ranaom, Milmurt Ranok!\u201d the voices said. Milmurt grasped the idea of his body shuddering at the words. He held himself from showing fear but took his time answering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI like it here and I am fine with that,\u201d Milmurt said. He started his walk back to the plateau called the \u2018place of thought\u2019 in Uru language, \u2018sebewenga.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The creatures, who some believe are only their faces, remained close to one another above Milmurt, conversing. Ronnie opened the entrance to his home while putting his Uru-secured footwear on to protect his fragile skin and began a hop outside until he gained his balance. One of the Mon rotated to Ronnie. The young man raised his arms over his head as if waiting to be crushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKe kit corasono don doran,\u201d one said in a complimentary tone to Ronnie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWith much respect, my friends,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A loud sigh came from the Mon as one started a descend to Milmurt while speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Milmurt stopped, put his palms out to it, and the Mon ceased downward to obey Milmurt’s space. Ronnie stayed back attempting to gain anything from the conversation. The Mon continued to question Milmurt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is not necessary,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBogan?\u201d the Mon said, with the voice booming and trailing off around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe. Right now, things are well,\u201d Milmurt said. The Mon started to distance themselves from the surface of the planet. Milmurt eyed their exit and turned his head to Ronnie who stood as the Mon gave him space on their exit. Ronnie walked to Milmurt as he stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo now you know,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe will get along fine. It was my mistake for attempting some community, young man. A mistake. You can go back to your ship. I have no intention of speaking with you again,\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs that all it took, Milmurt?\u201d said Ronnie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have always known. I didn\u2019t think you to want to come near me. But I have to ask, now that they were here. Why, Milmurt? Why are you here?\u201d Milmurt continued his walk to the plateau.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Did you not hear all of it?” Milmurt said in the distance, “What more is there?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No, not all of it,” Ronnie said in a low tone as Milmurt was too far away now to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the edge of the flat terrain, at its base, Milmurt cut out a stairway leading to the top. He had no home or shelter apart from the small entry dug out of the side. He stayed on the plateau through the night until he grew weary of gazing into space and his memory of a life he lived with his people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Laying down and coming close to sleep, his eyes opened; Ronnie stood over him. Milmurt sat up and pushed himself away from Ronnie to save himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou aren\u2019t the kind of human,\u201d Milmurt said, gulping, although not afraid of Ronnie but only the momentary vulnerable position he was in. He stood to take up a better defensive posture in case he was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMilmurt Ranok? The unrestrained one? You are Milmurt, the outcast?\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt nodded, not proud of the names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMilmurt the condemned?\u201d Milmurt said, “Did you hear that one?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI came from one place to avoid people like you, Milmurt,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh? You wouldn\u2019t guess that from the way humans treat each other,\u201d said Milmurt, hoping that Ronnie found some humor behind it. Milmurt clasped his hands. When moving his body, parts of his brittle skin fell from his body but grew back again in a short time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen, goodnight as they say in your reality.\u201d Milmurt walked to the steps where Ronnie came up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy the Mon, Milmurt?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Milmurt turned to Ronnie, \u201cI heard the Mon call you Mon-Cavorin. A genius and yet you do not know. Your friends are the most valuable creatures from here to Liatori. One Mon brings in the wealth of Microsis.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ronnie shook his head and batted his eyes from his ignorance of the locations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know those places.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is why they are so valuable, Ronnie. Isn\u2019t that how you got here?\u201d Milmurt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBy accident,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd you do not want to return? But if you wanted to, they would take you there. Isn’t that what they said to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know,\u201d said Ronnie, \u201cIf you keep away from me. There is no reason for me to go because I do not want to\u2026\u201d Ronnie paused, \u201cHowever, enchiladas and french fries sound good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Milmurt smirked and continued down the steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnything else on earth, I do not miss,\u201d Ronnie said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt paused and turned back to Ronnie almost one quarter of the way down, \u201cAh, but family?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ronnie said nothing and trailed behind Milmurt, scampering to catch up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He followed behind, spying on each step to remember where he was and how far he was from Milmurt each night. Down the steps, Ronnie was sure to find Milmurt waiting but no one was there, not knowing Milmurt stood behind him. Milmurt grabbed Ronnie from behind and wrapped his arm around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot a word to anyone you meet, Ronnie. Not at a word about me. I warned the Urus and you now. My friendly visit was a friendly visit.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milmurt released Ronnie with a push and the young man ran to his vessel. He stumbled through the dust and rough terrain of Usk, tripping over his feet and fighting tears. Never was he hated for a secret or knowledge he kept. Hatred came from Milmurt’s tongue. A hatred Ronnie recalls from his days on earth and the anger people had with his dark skin. The constant reminder of ridicule of it made Usk an acceptable home for him. He didn’t want it ruined by dealing with Milmurt’s animus toward him. Milmurt\u2019s former life was an enemy of life\u2019s greatest gift to space exploration, the fantastic Mon. Coming to the spacecraft he named Siouxsie, Ronnie fled inside, sealing the door behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n
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