stared, and then started to laugh.
He couldn’t help himself. He giggled, and sniggered, and finally roared out loud.
None of this noise attracted the distant attention of the aliens. They were perfectly happy, worshipping their god, the sky creature that had fallen into their world and spoke to them in their own tongue.
Jack turned, still smiling, and slunk into the undergrowth. He had four kilometers to cover to the waiting rescue ship. As he moved away, the powerful voice called out to him from the clearing, in his own human language.
“Goodbye, young Jack,” the Mac called. “Good luck, human. You made a very satisfactory horse.”
Jack grinned, shaking his head. The aliens had never been interested in him at all. They had worshipped his machine, his AI, his micronic nanny. And now they would do so forever, without the inconvenience of dealing with their god’s strangely shaped two legged, two armed steed.
A hour later, the rescue pod flashed a light at him, and Jack wondered how he would explain all this to Commandant Whimsel back at the Academy. Probably best to say as little as possible. Human colonists would get an almighty surprise, though, when they finally returned to this world in a few centuries’ time....
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