"I don't know your story," said the Speaker.
"Ask us! Ask us anything!"
"How can I tell your story? I only tell the stories of the dead."
"We are dead!" shouted Human. Miro had never seen him so agitated. "We are
being murdered every day. Humans are filling up all the worlds. The ships travel
through the black of night from star to star to star, filling up every empty place.
Here we are, on our one little world, watching the sky fill up with humans. The
humans build their stupid fence to keep us out, but that is nothing. The sky is our
fence!" Human leapt upward-- startlingly high, for his legs were powerful. "Look
how the fence throws me back down to the ground!"

-Speaker for the Dead, by Orson Scott Card