✍ Scribed by Fredric Brown
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Its 1964, and a billion Martians suddenly kwimmed to Earth. Theres one Martian for every three people on the planet. Theyre annoying but your fist goes straight through them, since theyre essentially projections that can talk. And the most annoying about them is that they always tell the truth.
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