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    Erid had lost hope of the crew they sent to space ever returning. And then they spot a different ship coming towards them and a pebble talking to them over the radio about how they and Rocky found the solution to the star-killer problem. Chaos, of course, ensues.

    Aka. The Eridians assume Grace is a pebble.

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    "Rocky did not understand human names and titles when we met. Eridian names longer, give information on Eridian's home, associations, skills." For the first time in ages, he positioned two of his arms together, forming the design that Grace thought of like a family crest, a single design bisected.

    "You should teach me to read those before we get to Erid, so I can be polite." As Grace considered the linework, already picking up on some vague ideas from the shapes in Rocky's carapace, something else occurred to him. "So… I picked 'Rocky' because your outer shell looks like stone."

    "And for inspirational story of athlete who defeats human system of poverty to become great champion. Eye of the tiger."

    "Retroactively, yeah." Grace bent at the hips, getting to Rocky's 'eye' level. "So what'd you name me?"

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Today is a good day. I want to keep it that way.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Every screen in the room blazed with the same breaking news feed. An alien voice had just asked for him by name on live television.

    “Mr. Grace?” little Jamal whispered from the front row, eyes huge behind his glasses. “Is that really you they’re talking about? Like, you you?”

    Ryland’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. His heart slammed against his ribs like it wanted to escape and hide under the desk with the class hamster. He was just Mr. Grace. The guy who drew cartoon planets on the board, who stayed late helping kids glue together messy dioramas of the solar system, who once spent an entire lunch period comforting a sobbing girl because her goldfish had “gone to the great fishbowl in the sky.” He graded spelling tests on vocabulary words like photosynthesis and asteroid. Aliens did not know his name. Aliens did not ask for science teachers.

    The marker slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    “Rocky, I’m here, okay? Come back to me, pal, please.”

    Of course I will, I think, drawn to that voice, that strange, wobbling voice, which I care about without knowing exactly why, and I should – it makes me angry, not knowing – I should know –

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