As he stood there, patiently waiting for his arrival, he pondered the very essence of space travel. It should be noted that by standing I mean floating, and by patiently waiting I mean jetpacking through the dark vacuum of space at near light speed. He was relatively short. Two meter sticks tied together would beat him in that department. It didn’t matter; the universe had no preferences for appearance. He approached a planet, the first one ever considered habitable by the awkward scientists back home. He had no expectations for intelligence, and the so called “Earthlings” only confirmed his suspicions.
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