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The Hermits

        single canine attribute. His night-vision gave little contrast and less
        color to the scene. Nevertheless, he could make out a segmented
        torso, covered with shell like a tortoise, surmounted by a  multi-
        pronged bulbous appendage like an inflated rubber glove. Other
        prehensile  limbs,  some  twitching  convulsively,  protruded  from
        holes in the torso.
          “What the hell!” Al gurgled, and turned to run.
          He  tripped  and  fell  immediately—whether  over  the  terrain  or
        one  of  the  creature’s  tentacles,  he  never  knew.  Before  he  could
        regain his wits or his balance, it spoke to him.
          “Mister,  please  wait.  Please  wait.  I  won’t  hurt  you.  Truly,  I
        honestly won’t.”
          It  had  a  pleasant  enough  voice,  despite  the  ugliness  of  its
        mouth. It lisped like a baby and rasped like a rummy old bum. Al
        drew back his legs and rubbed at his knees and  ankles: nothing
        broken; he could still escape.
          “Yes, please, mister. Just sit and listen to me. Please.”
          Al fought nausea, tried to scoot backward, couldn’t. The voice
        went on, soothingly.
          “You’re my last hope, mister. If you don’t help me, well...I guess
        I’ll just have to die right here. But if you help me, I will be very,
        very grateful. I’ll help you, in return. You know, it’s so easy to do a
        small favor for someone else; you feel good about it, don’t you,
        and sometimes there’s a nice reward for you, too, isn’t there? Well,
        this  could  be  your  lucky  day,  mister:  I  can  help you  in  a  lot  of
        different ways. My needs are very simple. And I’m very good to
        my  friends.  May  I  introduce  myself?  My  name  is  Ricky.  What’s
        yours?”
          “No!” gasped the old man. “You’re not human! Get away from
        me! I can’t stand it! My heart!”
          Ricky gently curled a pseudopod around Al’s left arm.
          “Yes, mister, you do have a problem in your circulatory system.
        I can help you with that, too. Of course, if you could calm down a
        little, you would be helping yourself a good deal. Now, please tell
        me your name; we shouldn’t be addressing each other on a formal
        basis.”
          Al rubbed his skin where the creature had touched him. It was
        cool to the touch, cooler than the rest of his arm.

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