Nambo, the 6187th,
set aside his art module and a bowl of tasty stew. He arose from a
pleasant reverie aboard the starship, Polaris, happy to soon
experience yet another world.
The Solar City customs agent
stared smugly at Nambo. "What do you have to declare upon your
entrance to the galaxy's most advanced civilization?"
A certain perverseness surfaced in
the tired, long-traveling Nambo. "A head full of the tracings
of Alaric and a belly full of the finest salamander stew."
It was six revolutions of
humankind's first planet before Nambo found the reason for his
imprisonment.
The charge was murder. He had
participated in the murder of a living creature, a salamander.
The punishment for urodelacide:
eternal imprisonment.
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