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This husk is weak.

Broken.

I won't get very far in this.

And I'm already compromised.

This husk struggles to breathe, but it's stronger than the last.

Are you done?

No amount of research could have prepared me for this world.

How much time did we waste studying their primitive ways?

Their fragile society.

And their useless bodies.

There's nothing worthwhile here.

Nothing is keeping.

Nothing is remembering.

This place is so much worse than I ever imagined.

Mission one, report.

Mission one,

acquire a husk.

Complete.

Mission two, report.

Mission two, find a safe house.

Complete.

Requesting mission three, please.

Mission 3 objective.

Find him, observe him, and gather information regarding his research.

Where can I find him?

What comes after that?

When can I come home?

Mission 3 objective.

Find him, observe him, and gather information regarding his research.

Mission confirmed.

What can I get you?

Nothing.

For now.

All right, let me know when you're ready.

with two more of these when you get a chance, all right? Coming up.

Rough day?

Rough fucking life, man. I mean, really, what the fuck's been going on these

days? You're telling me.

How you doing?

I said, how you doing?

Hello.

Tell me, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a shithole like this?

It's a compliment, sweetie.

Thank you.

So, uh... What's your name?

Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

Hey. I was hoping we could finish our conversation, you know, from earlier.

I'm Alan.

What was your name again?

Thank you for your interest in me, but for the rest of the night, I would

to be left alone.

I'm just asking for your name.

You know, it's really fucking rude.

to share when someone asks.

I just want to talk.

Please leave me alone.

Why are you being like this?

Why are all of you like this now?

What, a good guy is just trying to save the day?

What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm sorry. You don't know how to love

We were just talking. I asked if you knew how to listen, motherfucker.

I'm really sorry. We were just talking and I'm a little drunk. Yeah?

You ain't using this so I can have it, right?

No, no, no.

Get the

fuck out of here.

On three, you're going to breathe it in as deep as you can.

One, two, three.

One more time. One, two.

There you go.

Nice and easy.

Just like a breeze.

Should I call 911?

No, she just needs a second. But get her some water. No ice.

Never knew that Los Angeles air could taste so good.

Thank you.

Okay, take it slow.

Let's try this again.

I'm gonna pour a little into your mouth, very little.

Relax your throat and open it, but don't breathe it in like the inhaler.

Two tubes in here, remember?

First husk.

It's okay.

How did you know?

I have done everything there is to do on this planet.

All kinds of weird shit. But the one thing I haven't done is squatted on the

floor of some shithole bar teaching a 25 to 35 -year -old woman how to drink

water.

Human infants are born knowing how to swallow.

Technically, this is my second husk. Yeah.

First few always go quickly.

Training wheels.

Does this one have a name?

Her name was Val.

Val's good.

I call myself Mauro.

So, Val, want to go somewhere where we can talk privately?

I don't know.

Come on. It's not like I can kill you.

Everything is so strange.

So overwhelming.

And I can't get my bearings.

Feels like I'm falling more like I'm going to

fail

Have a seat.

Coffee?

I'm not sure I like coffee.

Of course you do.

You just don't know it yet.

Don't those cause cancer?

This one already has cancer.

And it's spreading like wildfire.

So, Belle, although it is exceedingly wonderful to finally have one of

my very own kind right here in my own home, sitting at my table,

I have to ask, out of the trillions... trillions of habitable planets spread

across this ever -expanding, supposedly indifferent, but clearly antagonistic

universe.

Why the fuck are you here?

You know, at first I thought maybe you were a soldier sent here to rough me up

or whatever.

But after your stellar performance at the bar, it's clear you didn't study

combat.

Then, I thought you were a spy

sent here to watch me.

it's clear you don't have the training for that

surprisingly potent.

Wait till you try french fries, drugs, and sex.

So, what brings you to this dull hell?

Same as you.

You're a scientist?

And what were you researching that was so upsetting they exiled you here?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why, you afraid they're listening?

Yes.

Well, of course they're listening. They're always listening. We were always

listening, remember?

Floating just beyond the edges of what these pieces of shit can perceive?

But that's all right. You can give me a depressing life story when you're ready.

What were you researching that was so upsetting they exiled you here?

Dad?

In here, sweetie.

There she is.

How's my little buttercup doing?

Fine. Yeah? Finish your homework?

Of course.

Finish your other homework? Yes. Yeah? Well, let me see.

Wow. Yeah, that is gorgeous. Look at that line work.

Stop. Oh, what am I, raising Da Vinci here? Hey, that's enough.

Oh, no.

Delilah, I want you to meet my new friend, Vel.

Vel here is just like your dear old dad.

Hi, Bill.

Hello, Delilah.

Sweet, you can give us a few more minutes, and then as soon as we're done,

promise you and I'll watch that dumbass show you like.

Fine. But it's not done.

Not smart either.

Oh, don't forget to take your medicine.

Blue pill or white pill?

Blue pill.

It's always blue.

Watch it. One day it'll be white.

Love you.

Love you, too.

She's human.

Yeah, simple enough.

One of my old husks from a while back had a little baby girl, so I kept it.

As a companion.

Got something for you.

Go to a little convenience store. Not a big one.

Pick up the essentials.

Food, water, tampons, whatever. You know that much, right?

Don't go using her credit cards anymore.

They'll be looking for your husks soon.

Thank you.

Nothing.

Believe me, you don't want to change husks as much as I did in the beginning.

It's a crap shoot and you end up with a bunch of garbage.

But once you get good at it,

you'll drift toward the

healthy ones. Well, healthier ones.

But hey, the one you got now, rock solid. So take good care of this.

Right.

certain I did everything right.

I even smile.

And yet, he still accosted me.

Is it because of this husk?

Because of how I look?

No.

And yes.

How do you feel?

At first, when he cornered me.

you'll understand so another cup of coffee tomorrow

There's a hostility woven into the fabric of this world.

All of them hate something or someone, even if that someone

is themselves.

What is the purpose of all that rage?

What does it change?

Maybe.

There is nothing.

Mission 3, report.

Mission 3.

Find him.

Observe him.

Complete.

What information was gathered regarding his research?

None.

Mission 3.

Failed.

This isn't a simple task.

Everything about this place is... Your mission was to find him, observe him,

gather information regarding his research.

No information was gathered.

Mission failed.

Mission four, objective.

Uncover his research.

Learn of its application and report back.

Once I do this, can I leave this place?

This body?

Can I come home?

Oh, and the motherfucking thing. An alien is a little green man with big

eyes or a giant squid from outer space.

Imagine, we evolve beyond space and time, beyond physical form. And the

thing we do when we get here is inhabit a tentacle monster who wants to fuck a

Japanese girl.

And you know,

they've got a term here, illegal aliens.

Know who they are?

No.

Mexicans, Salvadorians, Haitians, Indians, the Lebanese, the Vietnamese,

basically anyone with a year -round tan and an accent.

Who are the legal aliens?

They own property on the west side.

There's no logic to it. There's never been any logic to it.

And it's getting worse.

It appears you've gotten accustomed to it.

You even seem comfortable here.

Comfortable?

Fucking comfortable?

I have seen the edges of the universe.

I've seen stars consume planets.

I've fucking seen gravity.

But for thousands of vomitous, putrid, stinking years, I've been stuck here on

two legs in solitary confinement, forced to observe the world through teeny tiny

pinholes in my skull that are only able to see the same versions of red, blue,

yellow, over and over again.

You know, when these husks die, it's the only time I feel like myself.

When I feel, just for a few seconds, a brief moment.

Like me.

And I can see.

And I hit a fucking wall and they sent me right back here and stuffed me into

another prison made of blood and bones and diseased meat.

Comfortable, yeah.

See how comfortable you are after you've died 15 times of a heart attack or lost

another foot to diabetes or been called a witch

and burned alive all because you're a

scientist?

I'm sorry.

Just being a crybaby.

Don't let me ruin this for you.

You'll find out soon enough on your own.

I was researching time.

That's forbidden.

I know.

I told them, look, the beginning is the

end.

And the end is the beginning.

And it's all happening at once.

Even as we speak.

And infinite beings don't like the sound of endings, do they?

No.

So now I'm here.

Truth is the burden of the job.

So... What were you researching?

Language. Specifically, how the description of a thing becomes the

I don't understand.

For as fragile and disappointing as these husks are, they do possess one

that I'm particularly fascinated with.

What they think and how they think is intrinsically linked to their language.

And they have nearly no control over it.

See, if I say, um, flower,

forest, mountain,

sky.

You saw all of that in your head, didn't you?

You had no control over it.

Our kind doesn't experience this. We didn't used to experience it.

Now, with these bodies, these hearts, our mind

creates this.

But this is really going to fuck you up.

If we read something, the human mind has to create it.

Saw it, didn't you?

Whether it was perched on a park bench, or a tree branch, or floating.