SF Drabble #125 “Rhetoric”

“I think they’re commies.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, Henderson.”

“Well you heard the... that big one, the one with the white streak in the fur. Everything belongs to the village. No private property!”

“Josh, they’re aliens. You can’t apply our political categories to—”

“Listen, I know a commie when I see one, and these things are commies. You can talk to them all you want, but my report is going to recommend breaking off contact.”

When he was gone, the First Officer remarked, “God, I wish they hadn’t started putting political officers on these missions.”

“Right there with you, Frank.”

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