SF Drabble #319 “Welcoming Committee”

The pair of them walked into camp on the fourth day. We knew there were locals here — we’d seen primitive buildings and road networks from orbit — but we hadn’t thought there were any nearby.

They spoke perfect English. And Mandarin, according to Dr. Lee, and Russian, according to Dasha. Probably telepathy, though nobody wants to be the first to say that out loud. They seem to understand we’re here to stay, and they don’t seem to mind.

The taller one explained, “It’s not our planet. It belongs to Joosh.”

I guess now we have to figure out who Joosh is.

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