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Sulfurware Side Story #6: Too Many of Us
Sama finds himself at a rooftop party on Earth, surrounded by curious, flirtatious women. Though he plays along with their light conversation, he harbors quiet disdain for the social pageantry. When asked about his family, Sama admits he has many siblings—too many to count—and expresses contempt for their sanctimonious behavior, calling them prudes. The party continues in full swing until an unexpected arrival interrupts the night: one of Sama’s many siblings appears, effortlessly charming and unmistakably otherworldly beneath a perfect human guise. The women are instantly enthralled, gushing over his looks. Sama, already irritated, groans as he senses his sibling’s smug satisfaction. The encounter is a sharp reminder of the family dynamics Sama has tried to distance himself from—too familiar, too polished, and far too present, even on a planet as primitive as Earth.
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Sulfurware Side Story #6: Too Many of Us
It was one of those rooftop lounges, dimly lit and strung with warm amber bulbs that glowed like half-melted stars. The music thumped with curated laziness, and laughter floated like perfume through the soft night air. Sama sat among a group of women—draped across low cushions and sleek plastic chairs—each one buzzed on drinks, attention, and the thrill of someone mysterious in their midst.
Sama wore a smile that could’ve been carved from marble. He nodded, he sipped, he let them talk. His mind, however, wandered elsewhere—mostly to how absurd human mating rituals were. Still, something about the frivolity amused him tonight.
“So,” one of the girls leaned in, her bracelets jingling like wind chimes. “Do you have any family?”
Sama’s gaze lingered on his glass before answering. “I do,” he said. “Unfortunately. They’re… exhausting.” He took a long, deliberate sip. “Their self-righteousness, their posturing. Prudes, the lot of them.”
A second girl caught the thread, leaning closer with a teasing grin. “Wait—you sound like you’ve got a big family. How many siblings do you have?”
Sama sighed. “I don’t know. Too many.”
Laughter erupted. The conversation spun off again, meaningless and full of glitter. But just as Sama began to tune it out—
“Hey… who’s that?” one of the girls whispered, pointing across the rooftop.
Sama didn’t have to look. He felt it—a flicker in the spatial weave, familiar and insufferable.
He turned slowly, expression already souring. And there he was. A tall figure threading through the crowd, eyes glowing faintly behind a human mask, jaw too perfect, presence too smooth.
Sama pointed lazily. “That’s one of them right there.”
The girls gasped.
“Oh my god, he’s gorgeous.”
“Is that your brother?!”
Sama groaned audibly, reading the smug flicker in his sibling’s expression as he spotted Sama’s entourage.
“I knew he’d show up,” Sama muttered.
The sibling smiled.
Too wide.
Too knowing.
The worst kind of family.
“Sama?!”, “Raz…”
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