The dragon on her hoard. The horror in its void. The word-spanning AI. The demon reaping souls. Too often fiction portrays the non-human as Other; as a threat to be destroyed, to be conquered... or to be "saved", assimilated back into the teeming throngs of humanity. Not this time. This time, it's the non-humans' turn. What is life like, to be imperfect. To observe humanity from without? What does it mean to be seen as horrific, to be rejected.....