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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: An exile flees to our planet in search of safety and a good meal...

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: I, Alien, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2008

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Words: 2055
Reading time: 5-8 min.
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GALATIC DATE: 17%.8*!0/MWUG PRETTY GIRL TUREEN

After a long and arduous journey during which I traveled five thousand light years without a bathroom stop, I have arrived safely at my destination, code named "The Planet With Waffles" by the Interstellar Council On Covert Relocation (ICOCR). However, there were several mishaps during my voyage which made me fear I would not survive long enough to submit my application to the Bureau Of Galactic Refugees, Escapees, and Synchronized Swimmers (BOGRESS) for my Relocated Interstellar Fugitive benefits

The catastrophic explosion of my transport vehicle's sound system when I neglected to install proper safety devices before exposing it to With Wafflish music, code named "Britney Spears," caused my navigational system to malfunction. Consequently, I am not in the designated landing zone, code named "City of Angels." That destination was selected for me by ICOCR on the basis of a report in the seven hundred-fifty-third edition of The Interdimensional Guide To Galactic Emigration which cited experiential evidence indicating that my arrival would go unnoticed there. So I was very alarmed when I realized I had missed the target zone by quite some distance due to the technical malfunction which made my navigational system mistake virtually all landmarks for my former mother-in-law.

Fortunately, however, despite this problem, I seem to have landed in a zone as benign as the designated one, this one being code named, according to my observations, "Sin City." Despite causing some negligible destruction to indigenous machinery upon landing, my arrival attracted no serious attention and incited no comment beyond a few untranslatable exclamations from several natives making elaborate but incomprehensible gestures.