"Retribution" (In
its entirety)
by David M. Fitzpatrick
Nobody believed the aliens took me.
Laughter, scorn, accusation… shrinks, drugs, institutions—I never buckled.
I always held firm.
At eighteen I wandered, searching. I was
thirty-five when I found them. They owed me more than a job, but the job
will do.
I’m good at it, and advise my employer
well. Tonight, we'll take my entire family and all my false friends. Let
me man the anal probe.
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