Amanda och främlingen av Robert Silverberg.
The alien, making no reply, began taking spices out of the spice rack. Delicately it licked its finger, touched it to the oregano, tasted it, tried the cumin.
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“I feel excited. These powders—”
“They’re turning you on? Which one?”
“This, I think.” It pointed to the oregano. “It was either the first one or the second.”
“Yeah,” Amanda said. “Oregano. It can really make you fly.” She wondered whether the alien would get violent when zonked.
Amanda blir evigt uttråkad och rapporterar utlänningen till polisen:
She was bored with the alien. The game had worn thin very quickly. And it was crazy, she thought, to spend the whole weekend cooped up with a dangerous extraterrestrial creature when there wasn’t going to be any fun in it for her. She knew now that there couldn’t be any fun at all. And besides, in a day or two the alien was going to get hungry again.
“I’ve got your alien,” she said. “Sitting in my living room, stoned out of its head on oregano. Yes, I’m absolutely certain. It was disguised as a Chicana girl first, Concepcion Flores, but then it attacked my boyfriend, Charley Taylor, and—yes, yes, I’m safe. I’m locked in the john. Just get somebody over here fast—okay. I’ll stay on the line—what happened was, I spotted it downtown outside the video center, and it insisted on coming home with me—”
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