Thursday, August 21, 2014

Devilitors, human eaters: A short story

Author: Ng Xin Zhao                                                                             Word count: 7238, about 19 pages

Part 1

The next life was as a human in born and raised in captivity. The oppressors? Aliens which landed on Earth in 1789, three years before the character you control was born and given the name HT1992334, more like a tag than a name. The year now is 1820. The twenty eight year old is facing enemies of the highest technological capabilities. Languages are still not translated, so these Aliens Overlords still do not understand the natives they had imprisoned. They didn't know that humans have feelings, emotions and are self aware, thinking beings.

Human society all over the world is in captivity. Those who roam free are free game for hunting for the Aliens. Many choose to surrender, only to be put into concentration camps to breed and die as food for the Aliens. A small resistance crops out amongst the humans living in the wild from time to time, but each time they showed themselves, they get eliminated. From their dying cries, the name of humanity for these Aliens Overlord is spread: The Devilitor.  

The Devilitors looks nothing like a devil, but it is hard to say, because there is no general consensus on what a devil looks like. Sufficient to say that Devilitors do not have horns on their head, or tails, are not red and do not have a humanoid human face. Rather, they have no heads. Their face is on their body, green in colour, and they have eyes all around their cube-ish body, making it six pairs of eyes on each face. They move around with appendages protruding out of each of the eight place where the vertices of their cube-shaped body should be. They have one hole to be used as a mouth on their face, and another hole on the opposite end for wastes to pour out. 

No human has seen how they mate before, and they have no obvious organs that can be identified as sexual organs. It seems that they have a sense of civilized sense of being polite, which is basically a handshake with four of their arms/legs. Their appendages all look and function the same, to move them around and to pick up stuffs. The appendages ends in a flexible, shape shifting, malleable organ which can change into feet, hands, or anything they can imagine really. Most common shape the humans had seen is a cage. They can harden the organ so that humans who tried to bite the cage would hurt their teeth instead of the Aliens. 

They talk in a shill high voice, almost inaudible to the human ears, but just within range, making humans cover their ears when they hear the Devilitors speaking. It appears that their hearing range is out of what the humans can produce, so to them, humans appear to not able to talk. Neither did the Devilitors took any interest in trying to understand human communication. They only saw humans as a primitive native species, on the verge of starting the process of destroying their planet by industrial pollution yet they do not have any technology to defend against the invasion of the Devilitors. 

Most humans were fed until they became so fat that it is hard to discern their arms and legs. From birth, the humans were separated from their parents put into a cage just big enough for them to reasonably grow fat to fit into, and food and water is constantly provided in a special area within reach. The entire culture, knowledge and education of humans were unable to be passed on because the babies were forcefully separated from their parents. Amongst these babies, the healthier ones were used as breeders, the less healthy ones were to be given a lot of food in the shortest time so that when they reach 30 years old, they would be ready to be cooked for food. Humans droppings were cleaned by the robots of the Devilitors and the sick and dying were not looked after, merely identified and tossed away to avoid the disease spreading to the other meats.

The Devilitors had learned to keep the humans not born in captivity far apart from each other, in the dark, and for those with a tendency to work together to escape or hatch a plan, they immersed those humans in water for a minute every other minute. It was hell. 

For the breeders, the females were exposed to thirty males for three days before she is taken out to see that the nine months pregnancy will not result in abortion. Immediately after the birth of a child, the baby is taken away, the milk of the female is sucked as she cried and wailed for her child, and then she is put back to expose with the males who raped her for another three days, and the cycle repeats. After a while, the Devilitors even bind the hands, feet, and put in a tongue stopper to prevent suicide. Apparently there were breeders who tried to kill themselves elsewhere. The suicide prevention measures became standard across the planet. As not much males are needed for breeding, most males which were born were immediately classified as food. 

Only a small subset of humans are kept and used as experimental subjects, where the Devilitors tests out genetic engineering, viruses, bacteria, all sorts of diseases and nanotechnology on humans. The humans in there lived a more hellish life compared to the humans meant to be food. Some were mutilated beyond recognition. Some has so many disease on them at the same time, the label for them run for pages long. 

The best possible place for a human to be born is in the labs of the brain scientists of the Devilitors. Half of the humans born there had their skulls cut open and brain analyzed while they are still conscious and alive. The other half is trained to do simple things that the Devilitors can do, or the simple native human sport that the Devilitors like to see: caged fight. There is a small subgroup of humans assigned to this Devilitor named Fresssssiecal, who's research project is to investigate if humans is intelligent enough to learn Devilitor's speech. 

For this purpose, Fresssssiecal decided to surgically replace the human babies' ears so that the Devilitors speech would not hurt their ears. Then she put the babies in one of her hands in a cage to bring about her, to be mixed inside the Devilitors culture and speech. The character that the game gives the user control of is one of these babies. Subject no. DS 0000003 short name, DS 3. 

As DS 3 look around and hear the speech of the Devilitors, he learned some basic speech. It was hard, but within three years, the vocal cord of DS 3 had grown to adjust itself to produce the shrill high pitch frequency of the Devilitors. This accomplishment made Fresssssiecal's day. She/He or It then published a paper on their internet and got the whole Devilitors community excited for the possibility of having additional human entertainment or finally able to understand if the humans were intelligent species, and not just a violent and delicious one. 

In the game, the user is able to control what limited response DS 3 can produce with the goal of convincing Fresssssiecal that humans were intelligent. For the ease of the user, all communications were translated to english, and the elongation of pronunciation is taken away too. 

Fresiecal flashed a picture of a naked human on the screen. She asked DS 3 what was on the picture. There was three choices: humans, point at yourself, or point at Fresiecal. The user choose to point at yourself. Fresiecal noted in her research journal: the subject seems to know and able to identify its own species. Then the user input the command to point at Fresiecal, and say human. Now Fresiecal's interests piqued up, she said a sentence where only some of the words is understood by DS3, "Now you little boy, you _____ mean to ____ me that you _____ other human ____ as I ____ my ______ people?" 

The option for the user are: "Yes", "No", "Nod head", "Show love by smiling". The user selected "Yes." , followed immediately by "Show love by smiling", then inputted him own input of being sad and having the head looking down.

Fresiecal's expression changed from curious to horrified. It seems that she is finally realizing that humans maybe sentient beings with feelings and self awareness too. She knew this is a hypothesis by decades of observation on humans. However, many experts believed that human's behaviour in zoos are evidences of their brutishness. They hunt and kill other animals there or else flee from others and huddle together with their own species only instead of interacting harmoniously with all other animals. Now this is proof of humans being just like them, the Cubiods. Those thoughts of Fresiecal appeared as a cinematic in the game.

The user is now given a limited time to input a something that would convince Fresiecal to take further action with DS 3. The user inputted, "say: I want all humans to be set free from the cages, we are civilized beings, treat us as you would treat your kind." 

The input was analyzed and several words were not able to be expressed because the DS 3 has not yet learned how to speak it yet, so the message came out like broken English:  I, all humans to be, from the cages, we are, us as you would your. 

Fresiecal was genuinely surprised by now, and interested. She reported in her journal, "_____ seems ______ on _____. Needs further _____, will continue to teach the ____ DS 3 more words so that a full ______ can be _____ of. For now I'm _____ that he is _____ that he _____ to be ____ from the cage. I shall _____ to see if he runs when I ____ my cage ____, if not then I shall _____ that ______."

The cage bar was lowered, the user has now full control of DS 3's movement. From the missing message he understood from Fresiecal, he commanded DS 3 to sit down. Fresiecal seems impressed. 

"I shall take the _____ with me as a ___ to ___ it ____ to my ______, they would _______ words for DS 3 to ____ if he is with me all the ____."

DS 3 was offered to step onto Fresiecal's top face. The user moved DS 3 to sit on the top. Then Fresiecal continued about her activities testing other humans before going back her home. The user is now given the opportunity to poke and destroy the top eyes of Fresiecal, but he refuses. 

The user was smiling, satisfied that the game had became so much more interesting and difficult at the same time.

Part 2

It's been another five years, by now, DS 3 had almost full access to the language of the Devilitors.

Yet, Fresiecal noticed that the hardest time for DS 3 was still the meal time with her family. The Devilitors consume their meals which consists of a lot of variety of food. From vegetables, fruits native to Earth, and even strange plants introduced and bio-engineered to Earth's condition to animals like chicken, cows, and humans. In fact humans are one of the main dishes at almost every meal. This is due to the delicious taste of humans, kinda like veal, a bit like red beef. After cooking it turns gray. Just describing the taste to DS 3 is enough to make him want to vomit. As Fresiecal did not want her head to be filled with human filth, she decided to test his mathematical and thinking skills.

"Hey, let's play a short game here. I'll need you to answer simple maths on how many of you humans that we keep for consumption. Humans are killed each day for the consumption of the Cubiods. I'll give you some facts, there are about one million of us on Earth much less than your kind, but almost 80% of us eat a human per day. You can assume that the average human population of 1000 breeders would produce 1000 babies every nine months. How many breeders do we need?"

The user has to input the answer to the correct order of magnitude within five minutes. Sick as the calculation is, the user came out with the answer. 

"216000 breeders."

"Very good, DS 3. Here have some... oh that would be forced cannibalism, but do you want some?" 

DS 3, controlled by the user put both hands to his mouth. 

"I'll take that as a No." Fresiecal said. "Ok now, as a follow up question, how many humans do we keep on any given day to ensure constant supply of food? Assuming we eat you guys when you turn 30 years old. That's the optimal fatness and tenderness, too old and you guys can't be bitten off easily."

The user did some quick maths again. 

"About 9 billion."

"Good, now have some vegetables. This should not be offensive to you. Now, it was not an easy job to make that number grow from your mere one billion figure just 30 years ago. For some time, we had shortage of human meat and the prices shot up. It was considered a delicacy back then, too expensive for the poorer of us folks to afford."

"I guess that is partly what drives the desire up for human flesh." Fresiecal was putting another mouthful of human limbs into her mouth and chew it with the sharp teeth within it. "It's the image that it is rare, a delicacy and sweet, a style of being luxurious you can think."

The user inputted his question:

"Do all 20% of you guys don't eat humans because they are poor?"

"Oh no, we operate on the basis of communism. Goods are equally distributed to us. This is one of the latest changes in our monetary concepts. At first while building up Earth for changing the landscape to suit our needs, we operate on capitalism to distribute goods where they are needed the most. Now that we had settled down on Earth, there is nothing much to do anymore. Everyone is equal in this new utopia that we had created, so we share human food with all. The next step after this is to export humans to other planets in the world. However, our current supply of humans is still growing to produce more surpluses so that we can export them. Research is still being done to decide if we should do it while you guys are dead or growing on the spaceship."

"Why then do some of you do not eat humans meat?"

"Oh, it is for the same reason some of you humans do not eat animals. Out of compassion they say. Mind you, my work with you had influenced these bunch of non-humans eaters to rise up. Some of them even promoted themselves beyond not eating humans, but also not eating all animals. A few crazy people restricted themselves to just fruits, believing that plants have feelings and life too. Stupid people aren't they? Missing out on the joys of life. But I suppose from your point of view, they must look like a savior for your kind."

"You Cubiods care about us humans?"

"Hey, don't you know by now? If the general population of Cubiods had seen how humans are killed for them to eat, they would be non-human eaters too. It is just unfortunate that your impact is still so small. Mainly because most of the Cubiods have not had humans pet yet."

"You have me as a pet and you still eat humans."

"Oh, don't worry, I would never eat you, you're almost part of my family now. What I eat is other humans, those who are so fat, that they would die if no robots feed them, or if they get fed, they would explode of overeating."

"Is that not being inconsistent?"

"Oh interesting, you know the word and how to use it. Inconsistent. Hmmm.... I suppose I had to say so. However, the general consensus now is that despite all the test we run on you, you are just one sample, we cannot conclude yet that humans possesses the same capacity as a Cubiod to feel love and the same capacity to have your intelligence to help you to create technologies that we have. I guess I should know better, yet it is very hard to not follow the crowd. I forget sometimes that you are on my head and your kind had to die for each humans I eat. I guess I'm sorry." Fresiecal took another bite on the human on her plate.

"You said you are sorry, yet you kept on eating."

"Why not? This one is already dead. Besides, I told you, I'm not ready to become one of those non-human eaters yet. The taste is so good, you'll have to try to know why. So I suppose you'll never know why because you'll never eat your kind."

DS 3 and indeed the user is very disturbed by this attitude of Fresiecal. 

"Hey, don't just blame me, before we came, you humans eat animals too, some clearly intelligent ones like pigs which are more intelligent than dogs you guys regularly eat them. Even cows which help you in your farms and give you milk you do not spare them. Blame it on your parents and ancestors. If they can eat meat, then there's no reason for us Cubiods to give up human meat."

After the meal, Fresiecal brought DS 3 to a human fighting tournament. It was like the ancient Romes, or modern day boxing ring. With monitors showing the bare handed fight up close and full of gore. The main rule for the fight is to the death. And secondary rule, never needed to be applied before was that whichever winner who refuses to kill the loser will be killed, and the loser gets to go another round. Within one night, about ten humans will get killed. 

DS 3 looked away when he saw the brutishness of these humans, using their hands to grab the opponent's genitals or to poke the opponents eyes or other soft spot, often, biting comes into play. Like common animals, the humans bite each other's extremities off. Ears, nose, and even genitals are not spared, male or female. 

The stage on which they fight on is so stained in blood that without cleaning the stage, one might thought that it is painted black, with a pinch of red. 

DS 3 also heard many remarks from the wild crowd. 

"Ya, get him, go you human skum. Fight like the wild animal you are!"

"Stupid researchers have no idea what they are talking about, I mean just look at this, can creatures which has genuine intelligence and feelings be so brutish? Haha, don't make me laugh. If you ask me, that Fresiecal was scamming all of us, trying to get us to be non-humans eaters. Ah, I bet you my house that she is one herself."

Fresiecal was tempted to just go up to the person and eat a human dish right in front of him, but she held her cool. There was no point talking here, she does not even act consistently based on her findings, why should she expect anyone else to?

"Would you believe it? Now they sell human skin wallets! Some ignorant people didn't know that we phased out money three years ago already."

"I think it's used to store other things, my dear, like human pets themselves. Why it almost completely fit them right in."

"Be careful not to squeeze too tightly, those humans are fragile, you don't want their ugly red blood to spoil your beautiful green skin."

DS 3 whispered to Fresiecal, "I do not think that such Cubiods who lack basic empathy can ever become a non-human eater. Maybe I should be grateful that you are at least neutral towards it. However, why did you bring us here?"

"Tonight is going to be the first time in history that a human is going hand to hand with a Cubiod." Fresiecal told DS 3.

"How is that possible? Cubiods are at least three meters on each side, certainly much bigger and heavier than any human. It would be an unfair match." DS 3 protested.

"Not if you see that." Fresiecal pointed towards the human on the ring. He was ripped with muscles, scars all over his body, but no recent wound. He must be about two meters tall with hands so big that they could crush any humans if he gets to wrap his hands around them. 

"They say he was the undefeated champion for three months straight and no other humans can withstand him in battle. So the rules changed, today, he is going to battle a Cubiod, bare hands to bare hands."

DS 3's interest build up. Part of him hoped that the human would win, possibly giving the rest of the pet and captive humans a tiny hope that they can escape this life of slavery. Another part of him knew that even if this one wins, they will kill him. No other humans can repeat the feat again and it would be very hard if not impossible to assemble an army of those. 

As the battle is about to begin, the user gained temporary control of the human fighting in the ring. The battle is to the death, bare handed, and there are no other rules. 

The user strike out hard, hard and desperate. He jumped up directly towards the Cubiod, aiming his fingers towards the eyes of the front face. Plump. With that sound and a shriek so horrible that even the deafen ears of the human fighter can still hear it, the Cubiod was blinded on one side. He tried to use his six arms to cover the place where his eyes were, however, by this time, the human had jumped clear of the Cubiod's reach. The eyes were still on his hands. 

The user then repeated this formula for two other faces, each time getting easier from the last because more and more side of the Cubiod is being blinded. The scare tactics of showing the Cubiod his previous eyes worked too. Not one minute later, the Cubiod has slumped onto the floor, with his arms thrashing about in a fury of rage. 

Graphic as it is, the user steel himself, aimed and threw the eyes of the Cubiod directly into his mouth. They entered. The Cubiod froze for a dreadful second realizing what is now inside his jaw. No one thought that they could see a Cubiod more in rage than just now, but they were obviously wrong. This time, the Cubiod jumped about in a random manner, no longer caring where his human opponent is or if the Cubiod is hurting others. He became an animal ensnared. 

It was not too long later that the Cubiod wandered off the ring and starting to seriously hurt other Cubiods inside the audience area. The user lost control of the human fighter who then escaped during the chaos. 

Back in the body of DS 3, he can feel that Fresiecal was standing up and leaving. 

"It seems that it is not only that humans are brutish, but Cubiods ourselves are capable of animalistic acts. This is fascinating, or at least it would be if it had not involved danger to us and possibly making that Cubiod blind in three sides." Fresiecal's upper eyes looked at DS 3. "Maybe it is not too hard to argue for a case for non-human diet for Cubiods. We can imagine if some advanced alien race would come and conquer Cubiod colonies. Certainly the parallel argument would get through to them."

"I certainly do hope so." That was all DS 3 could manage as he wondered what would become of the human fighter that bested a Cubiod. He briefly considered if it was worth raising an army of those fighters. Then he concluded that it would take too many human lives to produce just one great fighter. Besides, if that kind of desperation is needed to win. There is no real freedom in the end, our humanity would be lost.

Part 3

"Fine fine, we will visit the place you have been suggesting all these while." Fresiecal finally gave in to DS 3's request. 

They entered the human slaughter farm. The workers there all gave Fresiecal a strange look. She was curious why until she realized that they might have never seen a fit human like DS 3 before. To them, only fat humans are permitted to exist. She made a point to pet DS 3, making it clear to them that this is not food nor escaped human, but her legal pet. 

One worker approached Fresiecal. "What brings you here, scientist?"

"I've a scientific curiosity on what else do we Cubiods do to these humans other than having them as pet and scientific studies. More importantly, my pet told me that I should see this for myself."

The worker gave a strange look to DS 3 and then to Fresiecal. "Fine, but don't interfere in our work. We are behind schedule as it is."

"Could you show me where to go then?"

"No time, sorry, but you can start from the cages." 

Fresiecal walked to the direction that was pointed to her. The cage that contained the humans were disgusting, many of them have feces and dried urine on them. The food was constantly fed into the humans. Some of them who were full had cones stuck into their mouth and food stuff inside it. Fresiecal was horrified. She grabbed the nearest worker nearby and asked, "Why do you guys need to force feed these humans like these?"

"Those were the ones who refused to eat and would rather starve than be fat and killed. We had to do this for fast results."

"Wouldn't they suffer indigestion?"

"Oh, they would suffer more than that. As far as I can tell, their troat hurts after one such force feeding that rarely do you see them needing it again. But this one." the worker held up a human by the neck and balanced his fat body between two of the worker's arms "This one had been force feed for 30 times now, I'm starting to suspect that he is no longer voluntarily starving himself, but rather his throat hurts so much that it is no longer possible for him to eat naturally. I would ask them to have this one killed early now. Can't wait until two more years."

"Ya, imagine that we will have to have less humans around if only we can have them killed at an earlier age, perhaps around 18. That seems a good enough age to me." Another worker chimed in. 

"Don't worry about it, there are you scientist type finding out growth hormones aren't they? I heard that once these things go out, they'll be growing so fat so fast that we'll have to kill them in 10 years or else they'll burst from overeating." The first worker replied.

Fresiecal grew more and more sick at the jokes these Cubiods are making. DS 3 shivered all the time, both equal amount of anger and fear. 

"I dunno about that, I study only the behavior and psychology part of humans, not their biology or pharmacy." With that, Fresiecal walked on, following the second worker who had grabbed a human into the second room beyond.

"We don't let them see this place before they are of age, you see, humans are cowards. They see their companions being killed, they do not wish to eat and can go berserk within the cages. A few examples of these we can isolate and discipline, but a whole cage full of humans like these, we had to kill them all and serve some young human dishes."

"There are younger human dishes?"

"Oh yes, like those of age 10, they are some of the specialties. We don't provide much of them through, we want to keep it a secret delicacy, only known to the super rich. The global demand for human meat does not make child meat sustainable. Now they are plans to go galactic trade of human meat. I think once they introduced the growth hormones, there would be enough space in our factories to supply for that. Some of us are even asked to prepare to be transferred over to other planets with humans to start a farm there. I signed up already. They haven't came up with the list of planets though."

The worker put the human down on the dirty table, it seems full of organs here and there. 
"Anyway, first thing you want to do to prepare human meat is to get rid of the extremities. There's this machine" He pulled out a scary looking machine and put it around the human's legs and arm. The human was still conscious, obviously in fear and looking at DS 3 with human pleas. Neither of them knew human language but from the eyes from the human below, DS 3 knew that he did not want to go through whatever it is that the machine will do to him. 

"The machine will grab the fingernails of the human and pull them out." The worker then showed how it worked. The scream from the human was bloodcurdling. DS 3 felt sick to the bottom of his heart. 

Fresiecal has to close her eyes, all six sides of them and felt weak for a moment. 

"Oh, your first time? No wonder, I only got used to this after the hundred one I did it to. You see, if you have to do this thousands of times everyday, you can't afford to let the screams slow you down. I'm slowing it down for your sake, if you know what I mean."  The worker gave Fresiecal a wink.

Fresiecal tried very hard not to show disgust to the worker. After all she still needed him to give her the grand tour on what happens next. 

With blood still leaking out of the twenty places of the human where the nails used to be, the human is rolled over to the machine that slits their throat.

"Why didn't you guys kill them first before you take their nails out?" 

"Oh, it's just that it's easier and faster to have the human put their own hands and legs in rather than to have to do it for them when they are dead. Besides, the death struggle is nothing you want to handle."

The human was hanged upside down and moved along the conveyor. Fresiecal followed the human to the saw that was adjusted to the level of the neck of the humans. With one quick saw, blood sprayed out of the human's throat. They didn't care about whether the human was still alive or not, just that the struggle was terrible to watch. With hands flailing around and blood spraying from both the neck and the fingers, it was a terrible sight. There was a canvas below the human now. The room was filled with machines taking out canvas to be placed below the human that collects their blood. 

"What's with those canvas?"

"Oh, there's this crazy artist for the human right's groups. They want to capture the last struggle of humans and think that blood spraying on the white canvas would show it. Silly if you ask me. People buy those stuffs over human buffet meals. Cubiods should just accept the natural order of things. We are stronger, smarter, technologically more advanced than humans, thus we deserve to eat them. Besides, they do this to the native animals over here for thousands of years before we even arrived. There's no moral issue for them to be subjected to the same rules if you ask me."

Fresiecal was starting to doubt that moral justification of eating humans. This place is horrible. How can the Cubiods who pride themselves in civilized living can live with this? Ignorance that's how. The ignorance of not having visited the slaughter house before. She supposed that it was the same with humans. Ignorance and desensitization. 

The human was still struggling after three minutes. He must be drowning in his blood already, but because he was hung upside down, the blood goes out of his mouth instead of into his lungs. So in a sense he is still breathing, although each breath produces a despicable sound in DS 3's ears. Fresiecal only noticed it after DS 3 covered his ears and shouted for the human to make it stop. She glanced back at the fat human wobbling back and forth on the strap.

It was time for the deboning machine. The human was still alive when he entered it. "The deboning machine, we use sound waves to crush every single last one of the bones in the human, including his teeth. However the machine doesn't do nails, that's why we had to remove them first."

"How come they are still alive?"

"Oh, most died on the way there, but it is the rare few like this that made it to the machine. It must feel like hell inside there. You know I once put my arm inside by accident and it really felt that the machine is making my hand shape shift reflecting the waves it carries. For these humans, the bones are hard structure for them and it would dissolve into liquids that pour out of them inside the machine."

They saw the human finally exiting the machine from the other side. He looked pretty nastily dead. His face was of pure horror, with no more bone structure to support the body, the face was sunk in. The brains, tongue, eyes was the only support for the face. The lungs, heart and stomach was visible without the ribcage.

The fluid of the human was flushed out by heat. The remaining blood was collected away.

"Those are for the vampire project some scientist are working on. Genetic engineering the humans to their folklore legend seems like a great idea to diversify the human zoo. I can't wait to see what they had next. Have you seen the werewolf human? I heard that they had perfected the shape shifting part but just could not get how to synchronize the transformation with the moon." The worker was still following Fresiecal. 

The human then was cleaned, wrapped in neat packages and sent out to the supermarkets.

Fresiecal left the slaughter house, having more of her share of horror sights for life. 

"You know what DS 3? You're right. You can consider me as a non-human eater from now on, until the end of my life."

DS 3 could only hugged himself. "I don't think that's enough."

"What? You want to expose all these to the world? You want to go convince the public, our ruler to outlaw human meat?"

DS 3 walked towards Fresiecal's top eyes, looked into it with a dead serious face. "I cannot do anything else as my kind suffers like this everyday. As long as the demand has not reached out to the stars. I have a chance to stop this once and for all here."

Fresiecal looked back at DS 3. The human that she had grown to love and care for. It had become to the point that whatever he wishes, if she could not provide it for him, she would be unable to sleep well. 

Finally, she gave the acknowledgment. "I'll do whatever it takes then. I'll get you to a world wide council meeting on behalf of your species to ours. Come, we need to start preparing your arguments."

The user was horrified at the gameplay. The user choose not to act at all when the choice is up during the game to take over the job of the workers and prepare the humans for food. The user skipped the action and just let the game become a mini movie. It was the most disgusting thing the user had seen. And the user know that it's a thinly vealed metaphor for humans eating animals. It was still utterly disgusting. 

Part 4

"And that is the reason all Cubiods should be non-human eaters." DS 3 finished his presentation in front of the Grand Council of the Cubiods.

"Hmm...your presentation seems solid. Unfortunately, you overestimated our power." The High Councilor said. 

"You could broadcast this to the world, you've recorded it right?" DS 3 said.

"Yes, yes we have, but since I am not yet ready to make such a sacrifice myself, I know that there will be significant resistance to your idea if this is published world wide."

"Well, do you want to be a non-human eater?"

"Reluctant as I am, I do wish so. If only if there is a way....ah yes, of course there is one way all along. One dangerous way."

"Please tell me."

The High Counselor looked around the other counselors in the room. All of them gave him a sign with their hands that indicates approval. "We have a traditional law in dealing with other sentient species. Only as a representative of another species can you bargain with us. In the bargain, you can ask for anything, and we will set you to a similar task. If you succeed in that task, the whole Cubiod population all over the universe will have to honor the agreement set out here. For that reason, the task we ask of you will be many times more difficult than what you ask of us individually even if it is similar task."

"I hereby represent the human species to bargain with the Cubiod."

"Acknowledged, this event is now simultaneously broadcasted to all Cubiods on the planet. State your request."

"I request that all Cubiods stop eating humans, close down the human farm and start treating humans with the same respect as another sentient intelligent being."

"The reasons for doing so are being transmitted too. In the meantime, we shall collect suggestions for the task and the council shall select the most appropriate one."

"As they collect the task request, I should inform you of our technological capabilities." It was an old Cubiod in the council. His skin was sagged and wrinkle.

"We are capable of time travel. It is a natural result of faster than light travel. Paradoxes are resolved by having parallel universes created whenever we travel to the past. We have the capabilities to explore parallel universes."

"Everytime you travel faster than light, you are going to another universe instead of being in the same one?" DS 3 asked.

"Yes indeed, I can see now why you humans are intelligent. It has come to our attention that there is this future possible world where Cubiods did not conquer humans and humans developed their technology towards space travel."

"We can do that?"

"Yes, apparently. However, these humans have the same morality issue you just gave us a lecture about. They eat sentient beings which are less powerful than them despite knowing that these sentient beings have feelings and some are even moderately intelligent. Take for example, the pig that most human eat is more intelligent than the average dog, which humans keep as pets."

"The request has been finished, the council has decided." The voice of the High Councilor boomed. "The old Councilor here did not just share this story for fun. He know that the only task that is worthy of this bargain would be this all along."

DS 3 braced himself.

"We will send you to the human in this world, in the year 1970 according to your human calender reconning. If you can convince all humans to be vegetarian, you will have fulfilled the task, and we Cubiod will honor the bargain. There is no time limit for this task. And also there is no limitation of how many times you have to try. There are near infinite number of universes with slight variation for us to send you to. We will monitor your progress. You will fail the task if you die before it is completed, then the bargain is off. You can now accept or decline it, I should warn you that should you decline it, the bargain is off."

The user is then given the option to accept or to decline the task. The user selected to accept it.

DS 3 gladly accepted the task. Then the transport is readied and DS 3 is blasted off to the Earth in 1970 where humans has space age technology, but still practices barbaric mass killing of animals to eat them.

The user at this point tried various techniques to propagate veganism. It was a very hard fight as awareness of climate change has not even reached the mass public yet. The progress was too slow. The user then tried to poison the animals in captivity, releasing mad cow diseases, swine flu for the pigs and many other diseases. However, DS 3 had underestimated the human's capacity to restock farm animals so much faster than the disease can spread. Within a few years, the disease strategy was a dead end.

Education has produced a small number of ethical vegan which kept on fighting. However as DS 3 worked for decades after decades, the user felt that it might be better to just kill of all humans. That way a lot more animal's lives can be saved. The user initiated a human biological attack, releasing viruses after viruses to all humans, having it dormant within humans for a decade, before activating the mutagen within it. The virus became deadly within days, with fatalities rate reaching a hundred percent within a month. There was not enough time for the best scientist to find a cure. All humans except for DS 3 has been wiped out. DS 3 was smart enough to use his DNA as an template for the viruses so that he is immune to them all. 

The Cubiods then summoned DS 3 back and told him that that did not count as fulfilling the task. "If that counts as completing the task, it would be like killing all Cubiods to save humans. It is an unacceptable solution as we need both species to make a bargain. Try again."

DS 3 got sent back to another world in 1970 and this time, he focused on producing quality education and evangelical vegans. To avoid allegations of insanity, DS 3 has to hide his true origins. At about the year 2000, the game was over as DS 3 died of old age. 

The user saw a screen which came up:
Sorry you had failed in this game. The game is currently saved. The alternative ending of being successful will unlock only if there is 30% of real life vegans of all users of Ahhb. Current progress is 10%. You can help contribute by practicing vegetarian yourself, but do it only if you believe in the reasons behind it, not because you are pressurized to do it from others. Thank you. Your next life would begin tomorrow.

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