Helen E. Davis
"Rescue Fescue!"
In the Twentysixth century, mankind has interstellar travel and is exploiting the galaxy, On gaseous Cridieon, giant singlecelled creatures dance in the plumes, On dry Turmia, clumsy eightlimbed, ninebrained natives study humans to discover one thing only, On watery Salamandria, the oceans beneath the full moon bloom with colorful biolight, Beneath a nova sun, fiveeyed, trigendered spiral Pupfish pray for rescue, And on Aphrodite III, a golden paradise awaits development,
If the Silent Runners don't protect these people, who will But who will protect humanity from the Silent Runners,