I look around the person ahead of me to find a long queue stretching into the distance.

[batkaren@mastodon.online]

I look around the person ahead of me to find a long queue stretching into the distance. I turn back to the person behind me. “Do we even know what this line’s for?” I ask.

“I think they’re screening for alien DNA?” they say.

“… … Oh,” I reply, overly casually, then side-step towards the woods.