SF Drabble #198 “My First Alien”

I was waiting at the bus stop when the Polixaci ambled up to stand beside me. I’d never seen one outside of the evening news, though the UN limos that cart them around town have become ubiquitous.

After a moment, it turned to me and said, “When do we expect the vehicle to arrive?”

I found myself answering automatically. “Umm… any minute now.” Something occurred to me. “Can you pay?”

“I need currency?”

“Afraid so.”

“I understand. Thank you for your assistance.” The alien ambled off, down the street, out of sight.

I hear they all carry debit cards now.

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