She snorts and shakes her head a little. "Shit I've seen, bein' human ain't the important part. It's just that's what there's the most of back home. Or was, anyway. It's almost all gone now."

Now there's almost nothing back home. Barely any animals, only tiny pockets of humanity left at all. Julie figures there can't be more than two, maybe three generations of humans left, at least not before they all get so genetically fucked up that it would be better to go extinct anyway. And that's to say nothing of any babies born without immunity to Captain Trips.

With a sigh, she rests her chin on her knee and closes her eyes for a moment, as if to shut out the memories themselves. It never works. "Humans are disappointin', sure. But I figure it probably ain't exclusive to us. I never met an alien, I don't think, but I'm sure if there's two of any species who can talk, one's disappointin' the other."