Bob is freezing under the rain. It’s winter. Again and again he pushes the button for his spaceship to appear and it doesn’t. He’s failed. Will he face a court martial now? Be punished? How? All he’s done is refuse to hurt a child. A freaking youngling! If he has to rot in jail defending the right to not hurt children, so be it.
His human body gets colder and colder. Goosebumps run up and down. He presses the button again and again. He doesn’t even have an umbrella. Kicking the ground, he hates humans for a minute. He hates the compassion that he feels for them that stops him from doing what he’s done to a dozen other species.
A spaceship arrives. It’s not his. Time to face the music. Someone, somewhere, always gets punished for being too kind.
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