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AMANDA AND THE ALIEN
By Robert Silverberg
Amanda spotted the alien late Friday afternoon outside the Video Center, on South Main. It was
trying to look cool and laid-back, but it simply came across as bewildered and uneasy. The alien
was disguised as a seventeen year-old girl, maybe a Chicana, with olive-toned skin and hair so
black it seemed almost blue, but Amanda, who was seventeen herself, knew a phony when she saw one.
She studied the alien for some moments from the other side of the street to make absolutely
certain. Then she walked over.
"You're doing it wrong," Amanda said. "Anybody with half a brain could tell what you really are."
"Bug off," the alien said.
"No. Listen to me. You want to stay out of the detention center, or don't you?"
The alien stared coldly at Amanda and said, "I don't know what the crap you're talking about."
"Sure you do. No sense trying to bluff me. Look, I want
to help you," Amanda said. "I think you're getting a raw deal. You know what that means, a raw
deal? Hey, look, come home with me, and I'll teach you a few things about passing for human. I've
got the whole friggin' weekend now with nothing else to do anyway"
A flicker of interest came into the other girl's dark, chilly eyes. But it died quickly, and she
said, "You some kind of lunatic?"
"Suit yourself, O thing from beyond the stars. Let them lock you up again. Let them stick
electrodes up your ass. I tried to help. That's all I can do, is try," Amanda said, shrugging. She
began to saunter away. She didn't look back. Three steps, four, five, hands in pockets, slowly
heading for her car. Had she been wrong, she wondered? No. No. She could be wrong about some
things, like Charley Taylor's interest in spending the weekend with her, maybe. But not this. That
crinkly-haired chick was the missing alien for sure.
The whole county was buzzing about it: Deadly nonhuman life form has escaped from the detention
center out by Tracy, might be anywhere, Walnut Creek, Livermore, even San Francisco, dangerous
monster, capable of mimicking human forms, will engulf and digest you and disguise itself in your
shape. And there it was, Amanda knew, standing outside the Video Center. Amanda kept walking.
"Wait," the alien said finally.
Amanda took another easy step or two. Then she looked back over her shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"How can you tell?"
Amanda grinned. "Easy. You've got a rain slicker on, and it's only September. Rainy season doesn't
start around here for another month or two. Your pants are the old
Spandex kind. People like you don't wear that stuff anymore. Your face paint is San Jose colors,
but you've got the cheek chevrons put on in the Berkeley pattern. That's just the first three
things I noticed. I could find plenty more. Nothing about you fits together with anything else.
It's like you did a survey to see how you ought to appear and then tried a little of everything.
The closer I study you, the more I see. Look, you're wearing your headphones, and the battery
light is on, but there's no cassette in the slot. What are you listening to, the music of the
spheres? That model doesn't have any FM tuner, you know.
"You see? You may think that you're perfectly camouflaged, but you aren't."
"I could destroy you," the alien said.
"What? Oh, sure. Sure you could. Engulf me right here on the street, all over in thirty seconds,
little trail of slime by the door, and a new Amanda walks away. But what then? What good's that
going to do you? You still won't know which end is up. So there's no logic in destroying me,
unless you're a total dummy. I'm on your side. I'm not going to turn you in."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Because I've been talking to you for five minutes and I haven't yelled for the cops yet. Don't
you know that half of California is out searching for you? Hey, can you read? Come over here a
minute. Here." Amanda tugged the alien toward the newspaper vending box at the curb. The headline
on the afternoon Examiner was
BAY AREA ALIEN TERROR MARINES TO JOIN NINE-COUNTY HUNT
MAYOR, GOVERNOR CAUTION AGAINST PANIC
"You understand that?" Amanda asked. "That's you they're talking about. They're out there with
flame guns,
tranquilizer darts, web snares, and God knows what else. There's been real hysteria for a day and
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