For several turns I observed the new comers to our planet. I watched with curiosity as
they made a new life for themselves here. The most interesting thing about their situation
was upon planet fall they gave up their advanced technology in favor of a more primitive
lifestyle. After a few generations they forgot all but the most basic technology.
My studies of the current generation focused upon two of their young males. Bret and
Zeik were siblings with Bret being the elder. It was through them that I finally discovered
the reason for their intrusion on our world.
These two brothers enjoyed spending much of their childhood roaming through the forest
surrounding the colony. Once they reached adolescence their father allowed them to
carry weapons and to hunt. Through their daily slaughter of the lesser creatures of my
world Bret and Zeik held many conversations. By eves dropping on these talks I learned
the majority of the information we have to date on the species.
"Do you think it�s true what Grandpa was talkin� �bout last night?" Zeik asked his
brother as they jumped across a stream.
"Sure," Bret answered. "Why would he lie?"
"Maybe he was just tellin� stories," Zeik answered. "You know how old folks like to do
that."
"Grandpa�s the oldest person in the colony. If�n anyone remembers the reason we left
earth it�s him."
Zeik sighed. "I wish I coulda seen some of the things Grandpa told us about."
"Are you crazy?" Bret yelled. "All them cars and bombs and drugs and Tee-Vees are what
started rottin� away at peoples� brains. I bet we�s the only pure humans what�s left in the
whole galaxy."
"I guess your right," Zeik sighed again.
"Course I�m right. The only thing we needs is a Hawkin�s," Bret said as he proudly lofted
his black powder slug thrower. "Now let�s go and get us some supper."
And get supper they did. Without realizing how foolish they were being the two young
males began tracking a krolark, which they refer to as a demon wolf. The krolark has a
hoof print very much like that of several of the docile herbivores on the planet. I believe
Bret and Zeik thought it was a more peaceful animal they were tracking.
When they finally came upon the krolark it turned on them and the hunter became the
hunted. The creature would likely have killed them both had Zeik not climbed a tree.
His brother quickly followed and they were safe.
Lucky for Bret and Zeik krolarks are so hard to kill because they are too stupid to die.
Thus it did not follow them up the tree, though it had the ability to do so. The two
brothers used the advantage of their position to fire volley after volley of lead down upon
the krolark. Because of the slow reloading time and great inaccuracy it took much longer
for the boys to kill the krolark than it would have if they had our level of weaponry.
They returned to the colony triumphant. Everyone was happy to see them and even
happier to see the kill. It is so strange the importance the humans felt toward prizes of a
physical nature. They could live quite happily on plant life and feeding their intellect. Yet
they seemed to push further and further from what they could be with every generation.
I continued my study of the humans. They continued their expansion into the wilderness.
At the head of almost every expedition were Bret and Zeik. The two of them were always
braving further into the wilderness than any other dared. They wanted to see every thing
in the wide word outside the colony. Each had dreams of being like Grandpa with his
own stories to tell. Over the next turn I grew more and more fond of the adventurous
brothers as they grew into adulthood.
That all ended with the flash of one of their rifles.
As Bret and Zeik trekked through the forest Zeik stopped and pointed at something. My,
as well as Bret's, gaze followed were he had indicated.
Standing on a fallen log was a small being about two feet tall and covered in white hair.
Big, round, sky blue eyes looked in wonder at the two humans. The small creature
showed no fear at the sight of the two giant humanoids. It�s small tail twitched from right
to left in the traditional greeting of its species. Even when the salute was not returned it
continued looking at Bret and Zeik. It looked on even as they raised their rifles and shot
the unarmed being.
"Whoo-ey!" Bret exclaimed. "Nailed it clean."
Anger welled in my hearts. I could not believe the cruelty in the humans I had watched
for so many turns. Neither of then needed food at the moment. They never even tried to
discern whether this new life form was at all sentient. This was killing for the mere act of
killing. It was sport and nothing else.
For some time I did not observe the humans. I did not want my emotions to get in the
way of my objectivity. I felt the holes in my research would be less damaging than
anything my emotions might have read into the humans� actions.
When I next saw the brothers Bret was wearing the skin of the animal on his head. My
rage knew no bounds. All thoughts of science left me. The only thing I could think of was
to teach the humans the folly of their actions. Though I do not often condone the
application of pain and suffering upon other sentient beings they are both very useful in
the art of instruction.
Bret looked and saw another of the animals looking at him from behind a bush.
"Hey Zeik," he said. "It�s another one of them dumb critters. Look how stupid it is just
sittin� there waiting to get shot."
"Wait a second," Zeik said and stopped his brother from taking aim. "It�s movin�. It�s
comin� out of the bush."
The two humans watched in fascination as the animal emerged from the underbrush.
Their expression turned to surprise when they saw it held a rifle of far superior
technology than their own primitive weapons. Unfortunately for the brothers the "dumb
critter" already had it�s weapon raised.
Long ago we were very much like the humans. We killed for pleasure. We even hunted
several other species on our planet to extinction. Now it seems this threat has returned to
our world with the humans.
My official recommendation of how to deal with the humans is to deal with them all as I
have dealt with Bret and Zeik. Even though my research has proven they are physically
stronger we are obviously far more intelligent. Our rail gun technology is far superior to
their black powder weapons.
We should deal with those humans on our planet before any more of us are turned into
head coverings. Then we should make contact with our colonies on other worlds and take
the fight to the other humans. According to Bret the humans out there are worse than the
ones I have been studying. We have a duty to ourselves and to sentient beings every
where.
Let�s make the galaxy a better place.