... And again.
You wake up in a room you’ve never seen before. It’s small, wooden. The bed is comfortable if somewhat small; there’s a garish poster of an asian pop star in a language you can’t immediately read but looks like, you dunno... maybe Korean? Outside the window, unfamiliar trees wave in a gentle rainstorm. In the distance, you see clear beach.
You blink, confused.
Your whole world becomes television static, like switching channels.
You blink again. Your ceiling is above you. You’re in your room.
“ Wake up. “ It says, blinking sideways over softball-sized eyes with nictating membranes, gill-fronds gently undulating along it’s slender neck.
“ Ungh. Anh. AAAAAH!”
You sit bolt upright and scream. It all sinks in at once. That it’s there, in your room. It’s real. You fell asleep as the power fluctuated, and weird news reports were coming in from Florida and Morocco and Singapore when you could get TV or internet, but you never thought... you... You start hyperventilating, scrambling backwards in your bed.
“ (Told you we should have gone with the “ dead relative” program.)” another other one chides.
“ (Nuh uh. They respond best to the (universal altruist.) “
“ (You’re kidding. That thing depopulated something like half the species.) “
