“Save the
trees!”
Paul Bunyan* #quote
Today I went to my second card game shenanigans of the weekend. This
upcoming weekend there will a special event to go along with the
usual. Aren't hobbies just the best? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Alien Supply And Demand
A rare thing was taken from Earth by aliens. To be sold at their
markets for obscene amounts of money. Alien money of course! No
dollars or euros here, not even for an Earth item. A straight
conversion rate of value to them would be difficult, but to make it
simple a single shipment of the item equaled a humble retirement fund
for three generations.
Was it diamonds? Gold? Nothing of the sort. Because it was not rare
to us, but rare to them. The eight-eyed salesman bragged about his
trip to grab the Earth item in the dead of night so that we humans
wouldn't detect him. It was an item rare to the aliens. Not to us.
The cockroach. A fine delicious delicacy to them and unable to breed
on the alien planets so it must be abducted every time from it's
natural habitat. Laws of being detected by us natives makes catching
roaches difficult and expensive. But what aliens will do for them,
and pay for them, is what is important. It serves as a status symbol
among the various tentacled beings and other races of aliens to talk
about your cockroach dinner.
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