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For these aliens, this Human was a spark of hope, a light in the window, and of course, a light at the end of the tunnel. He was as important to them as a hockey stick is to a hockey player, a plush toy is to a baby, a bottle is to an alcoholic, or a knife is to a gentleman. These imitations of feces that they scattered throughout the forest, which did not fit into the mathematical formula of the Human and which led him to philosophical reflections, were also important to the aliens and their ship. They were an important part of the plan, the essence of which was...