The text transmission said that their representative had studied Human extensively and spoke it fluently. Given the way the message was parsed out, I wasn’t too confident.
When the airlock opened and she walked in, I was momentarily stunned, given how closely she adhered to human standards of beauty.
“Uh, hello, welcome to the Fornby Station, my name is Samuel.”
I stared at her as she held out her hand.
“Fuck. Me name is Fuck.
“Well that’s an offensive word in my language.”
“Word be offensive? How?”
I never did get her to understand that…