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"Aren't you the one that said I should practice? I need to practice on aliens as well as humans. Or how else will I know what I'm capable of?"
She screams something that I realize must be her natural language, before changing back to english…
"Weren't the physiological changes you were making in me enough? You don't understand. I was chosen for this mission because I'm not supposed to mate for many of your solar cycles. Offspring in our race has always been planned with genetics in mind."
"Okay, I'm sorry," | I pleaded, getting defensive.
"I'll just turn it off." I tried to turn the switch off, but the d*rn switch won't move. It refuses to even budge at all. I press against it harder, groaning with the effort and feeling an headache coming on, but to no avail.
