

There are rules for first contact with aliens. And a place to meet
aliens where the rules are enforced. Simple things like avoiding smelly
bodily emissions, even if your race considers them a compliment, and
complicated things like not asking another race if they are edible. Feel
free to read up on the rules of the First Contact Cafe, then pull up a
bar stool, or a pool of sludge, have a drink of beer or get high on
methane, and plan your next trade deal, a compelling con, or find a mate
compatible to your DNA. But whatever you do, don’t piss off the
bartender. Your prosperity, or your demise belongs in her hands. She
owns the First Contact Café, and your soul. Edited by Phyllis Irene Radford. $16.95
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