So, early Monday morning I woke up from a nightmare involving collecting oral histories on an exoplanet inhabited by people who vaguely resembled otters. I was working for a museum established on Earth by the local community of their diaspora, and the interviews I'd been sent to get heavily concerned a genocide that had taken place in the region
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I think you have the makings of a novel here.
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...And, of course, local transport that primate type people with no claws and issues about heights find really scary.
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Or even just a handhold! I could have done with handholds!
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