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"The place where you get out of my car," I said.
"The people who Joshua come from," I said. "They're called the Yherajk. In t
heir natural form, they look like Jell-O globs. People will be terrified of
them. But if they could see them in human form first, it would make it easie
r. We need a Trojan horse, Miranda. Something that will allow the Yherajk to
make it through the door of human consciousness without terrifying humanity
half out of its brain. Think how you just felt out there; now multiply that
by six billion. We need a Trojan horse."
"Yo." He poked his head over again.