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A Future We'd Like to See 1.18 - The Shell Game, Pt. 2
(Transition)
By Twoflower (Copyright 1993)

The three Yttians in black leather with shaved heads stalked
the human down several major streets before he turned into an
alley.

The human glanced around behind himself, pausing in his
usual gate of foot, foot, cane, foot, foot, cane.

"Time to go home in a box, xenixx jky," one of the Ytts
sneered, as the others took out various weapons.

"Ah, you're those XGF chaps I keep hearing about. Sorry,
lads, I don't have the time to deal with you three, much less any
speciesism related attacks. Things to do. Hope you don't mind
terribly. Be seeing you."

"I don't think you get the picture, HUMAN," the second punk
sneered. "That's not the way it works. We beat you up, you run
home to Terra whining about safety on Yttia, and the rest of you
humes go packing home, leaving us alone."

"Well, yes, but I'm not from Terra."

"Colony, offworld, wherever. You're human. Be seeing you
yourself. Get him, guys."

The man easily adapted his odd umbrella-cane into a fighting
position and slammed it into the second punk's rib cage, with a
noticeable CRACK. The second pulled a knife, which the man
simply grabbed by the blade and tossed away.

The original punk fired his blaster, hitting the man in the
shoulder. The unknown victim went down like a sack of
synthesized potatoes.

"Geez, you killed him!" the third punk said, helping punk
two away, who was groaning slightly. "You know the rules,
terrorize, attack, beat the crap out of 'em, but don't kill 'em.
They can't spread the bad news that way."

"Big deal! One less human for this world to deal with," the
punk said, blowing smoke off of his blaster. (Actually, blasters
don't smoke. This was an attachment sold at most gun stores to
make your sidearm look especially cool.) "Grab his wallet and
we'll split."

"Sorry, I'll be needing it," the man said, picking himself