SF Drabble #311 “Armistice”

Woolies look exactly like you would expect. I’d seen them on video, but that’s nothing like seeing them in person. I’d seen them dead, lying strewn across the battlefield, but that’s nothing like seeing them alive. It just seems wrong that something that looks like that walks upright and has intelligent things to say.

I’m going to have to get over that.

We’re into the third day of negotiations, and it’s going as well as can be expected. Most of the military officials are paranoid, but we’re in the minority; the frocks will decide the terms. Peace is inevitable now.

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