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A short story in the old pulp mold. Would That It Were foolishly paid me 5 cents a word for it, but you can read it for free:
“The Martian Ambassador is dead,” Varantus said. His gold-flecked Venusian eyes closed and his already tiny mouth became a sad, thin line.
“How is that possible?” Gao asked. “You escorted him to his ship not half-an-hour ago.”
“That’s what we need you to determine, Thompson.”
Gao felt a flash of annoyance. He had become the first Earthman in space because he wished to explore new worlds, not to run intergalactic errands. His temper cooled as it hit home that the ambassador was dead. The old Martian had believed in Gao -- had championed the professor’s place in the interplanetary community. The least Gao could do was uncover the ambassador’s murderer...
“The Martian Ambassador is dead,” Varantus said. His gold-flecked Venusian eyes closed and his already tiny mouth became a sad, thin line.
“How is that possible?” Gao asked. “You escorted him to his ship not half-an-hour ago.”
“That’s what we need you to determine, Thompson.”
Gao felt a flash of annoyance. He had become the first Earthman in space because he wished to explore new worlds, not to run intergalactic errands. His temper cooled as it hit home that the ambassador was dead. The old Martian had believed in Gao -- had championed the professor’s place in the interplanetary community. The least Gao could do was uncover the ambassador’s murderer...
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