Escape Pod 689: Spectrum of Acceptance
Spectrum of Acceptance
By Nyla Bright
When Leon Kenner left the planet of Acceptance, he asked me to go with him back to Earth. I belonged with people like me, like him.
No, that isn’t where I should start. Stories should be told in chronological order to make them easy to understand.
On our first meeting, Leon took my hand in both of his as if he had known me my whole life, like he knew I was NT — neurotypical — and I liked touching. I could read his mind, and he was reading mine right back. That’s not right. No one has ever proved mind-reading. Mind-reading isn’t real.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ada,” he said.
A pleasure. Meeting me was a pleasure. On Acceptance, greetings are waves of a hand. If you know someone well, maybe a “hi” or “hey.”
The pleasure was mine, but I kept that to myself. Ma was just behind me. There are procedures for how to accept a guest into the home.
“The family schedule is on the screen. So are the rules.” I pointed as I spoke. I noticed Ma looking at my pointing, and I put my hand down. Hand motions confuse people. Speak in one modality at a time.