GRAVE IS THE DAY
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © Michael Drakich
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Cover Jennifer Brooks
Editor Kate Richards
“Startling, isn’t it.” Leaning over his officer’s shoulder, Commander Kraanox stared mesmerized at the console, viewing the intercepted high frequency analog transmissions. The people of this planet referred to it as ‘television’.
His communications officer looked up. “What, Commander?”
“The similarity. All this time we’ve been orbiting in space, the question has plagued me so. The people of this world are roughly the same as those of our home world, Traanu. A little larger, and with hair all over their bodies and a most noticeable thick mass coated on top of their heads, but other than that, at a quick glance they could pass as related. Two arms, two legs, upright posture, ten fingers and ten toes—though they lack the second opposable thumb on each hand we enjoy.”