The Furry Human
Greg feels the itch on his arms as he gazes down on the blue globe far, far below him. "Adventure," he breaths slowly against the cold golden shimmer of the space station he has just spend too much time in. "There'll be no skunks down there..." he hopes, "at least not those overgrown, bipedal ones!"
A world like ours in some ways, unlike in many ways. Why does everyone keep asking if he's Chinese? Will he ever reach this place called Campone? Those questions have simple answers in the end, more difficult to answer is if this world is ready for a man called Greg and his view on things.
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