art by Shothot Designs
by Mario Milosevic
Alpha had an immigrant's soul.
That's the best way I can describe him to you, who have known him all his life. Alpha was quick to accept blame, easily persuaded by those who are merely sure of themselves, and deeply fearful of authority. None of these things rendered him unfit to be a friend, but they did necessitate a certain awareness of his predicament which I was unaccustomed to assuming.
You have asked me to tell you his story, but I only know the end of it. You are much more conversant with the details of his life. Which is as it should be, of course. In truth, I can be a witness only to his death. If this is what you wish. I am here to offer it to you, with the understanding that his story comes filtered through my mind, now much changed by the upheaval he has wrought on our world.
Pardon me for my impertinence. I do not wish to impugn or malign anyone on this committee. I appreciate your considerable hospitality towards me and my family. How are they, by the way?
I see. As I am sure you are aware, I have not seen them in several days.
Yes, I understand your situation. It is simply that the people of my world often crave proximity with their mates and offspring.
Yes, even after the eradication of our religions. Perhaps, in point of fact, even more so.
No, I do not require any food or drink at this time.
No, just to know that they are safe. Can you do this for me?
Very well. I suppose I will have to be content with your assurances for now. Tell me, does the committee have any understanding of the concept of justice or fair play?