Resident AlienBy Charles Kowalski
The line at the checkpoint wasn’t too long. At this hour, with everyone coming home from their jobs in downtown Zulon, traffic into the Baryo was heavier than out. This could mean I’d sail through easily, but it could also mean the police would have more time and attention to spare for each of us. Everything depended on who was on duty, what kind of mood they were in, and whether there had been a crime somewhere in Zulon that a human would be blamed for. But then, I repeat myself.
I shuffled along, avoiding eye contact with the officers on guard, until I reached the head of the line. The scanner hummed as I walked through the archway, toward the landing lot where Lhuara would be waiting for me.
A siren pierced my ears. The light turned red, the barrier
