H.M. Friendly

Some decades ago, I emerged as the product of cellular meiosis, and it took me several years to really comprehend the gravity of the fact that I had had the terrible misfortune to be born as a member of the human race. It is perfectly likely that there are billions of sentient, intelligent species in the quintillions of cubed light years in the known universe, and I found myself saddled with one which is obliged to devote entire scientific disciplines to the study of human psychological and sociological pathologies, because there doesn't exist a human among us who is not plagued by at least one of them. However embittered, I am nevertheless relatively stoic about this tragedy, and I work through it by writing sci-fi stories about fictional people with exceptional quantities of these qualities. I hope reading them distracts you from your human deficits, as much as writing them has allowed me to ignore my own impressive collection of shortcomings. Enjoy!

-Sincerely,

H.M. Friendly