through a primitive imaging and communication device. I am sure that the individuals who were with me will have performed a similar action. Despite our faith difference, they would have reached the same conclusion as I did.”
Desmond wiped his eyes. “Is this going to upset me?”
“If you were not such an instinctively duplicitous and cunning specimen, then I would believe the news would cause you some upset. For you see, your species is not that far removed from your rodent beginnings. If they were the apex lifeform upon this planet, then they too would breed without regard. They too would damage their environment without concern, and they would continue upon this course until they wiped themselves out.”
The image of his now dead friend walked over to the dinosaur and stroked it on the top of the heads like it was some kind of giant kitten.
Desmond still wondered if all of this was an intense dream. “There are more like you?”
“Yes, thirty-one females, thirty of them still within breeding age, and eighteen males. Enough to rebuild our civilization… Once they have exterminated every single one of your species first. Your species perhaps has two more lunar cycles to enjoy their existence.”
The image’s face then smiled. After getting used to its fixed expression, the sudden change scared Desmond almost as much as its prediction of Armageddon. “You should not allow this to upset you, my new slave. After all, I too am in this position. Unlike those Godless deviants, I do not have another member of my own species who will mate with me. Not that this problem overly concerns me.”
Conflicting emotions ran through Desmond’s mind. Deep down, he knew that getting out of here and warning as many people as possible should be his only consideration. It didn’t matter whether this thing and his pals were capable of murdering billions of people; this guy here certainly believed it. What stopped him from doing exactly that, apart from not wanting that dino to eat his feet, was that Desmond didn’t like other people. In fact, the way he saw it, life would be a lot easier without having other people telling him what to do every single day. “Wait a minute, mister.”
The image sat down opposite the dinosaur and casually tore off a piece of that torso. “Your colloquialism fascinates me almost as much as your species. Am I to deduce that you wish to ask a question?”
“Okay, so I’m now your new slave. I’m cool with that. Fuck, I’ve been a slave all my working life, as well as in the forces, so it’s not much of a problem. I take that you don’t want to kill us all then?”
The image of his old friend disappeared, and the feathered creature reappeared. Desmond quietly congratulated himself for not shitting his pants when this happened. He also praised his nerves when it bit into the chunk of human meat.
“Not every human. Just enough to stop you vermin from becoming a problem for the foreseeable future. The remainder of your species shall be neutered, genetically altered to curb some of that latent aggression and confined to a nature reserve.”
“But they’ll still look the same? I mean, it’s not like they’ll look like freaks or anything?” Desmond carefully got back on his feet. “It’s just. Well, I know you don’t have any chicks and that’s a shame, it really is. I was just, well…”
“You crave a mate?”
He thought of that hot chick who worked in the nail bar. “Yeah, a mate. That would be pretty cool.” He guessed the chick wouldn’t be all that happy about it, but that wouldn’t matter. Lizardman would see to that. “So when do we start?”
Chapter Seven
The dark interior promised only danger. That much, Jefferson did know. He pressed his nose against the toy shop’s glass, trying to see anything remotely human inside. All he saw were eyes belonging to another one of those things which caused all that mayhem in the furniture shop. Thankfully, this one
Desmond wiped his eyes. “Is this going to upset me?”
“If you were not such an instinctively duplicitous and cunning specimen, then I would believe the news would cause you some upset. For you see, your species is not that far removed from your rodent beginnings. If they were the apex lifeform upon this planet, then they too would breed without regard. They too would damage their environment without concern, and they would continue upon this course until they wiped themselves out.”
The image of his now dead friend walked over to the dinosaur and stroked it on the top of the heads like it was some kind of giant kitten.
Desmond still wondered if all of this was an intense dream. “There are more like you?”
“Yes, thirty-one females, thirty of them still within breeding age, and eighteen males. Enough to rebuild our civilization… Once they have exterminated every single one of your species first. Your species perhaps has two more lunar cycles to enjoy their existence.”
The image’s face then smiled. After getting used to its fixed expression, the sudden change scared Desmond almost as much as its prediction of Armageddon. “You should not allow this to upset you, my new slave. After all, I too am in this position. Unlike those Godless deviants, I do not have another member of my own species who will mate with me. Not that this problem overly concerns me.”
Conflicting emotions ran through Desmond’s mind. Deep down, he knew that getting out of here and warning as many people as possible should be his only consideration. It didn’t matter whether this thing and his pals were capable of murdering billions of people; this guy here certainly believed it. What stopped him from doing exactly that, apart from not wanting that dino to eat his feet, was that Desmond didn’t like other people. In fact, the way he saw it, life would be a lot easier without having other people telling him what to do every single day. “Wait a minute, mister.”
The image sat down opposite the dinosaur and casually tore off a piece of that torso. “Your colloquialism fascinates me almost as much as your species. Am I to deduce that you wish to ask a question?”
“Okay, so I’m now your new slave. I’m cool with that. Fuck, I’ve been a slave all my working life, as well as in the forces, so it’s not much of a problem. I take that you don’t want to kill us all then?”
The image of his old friend disappeared, and the feathered creature reappeared. Desmond quietly congratulated himself for not shitting his pants when this happened. He also praised his nerves when it bit into the chunk of human meat.
“Not every human. Just enough to stop you vermin from becoming a problem for the foreseeable future. The remainder of your species shall be neutered, genetically altered to curb some of that latent aggression and confined to a nature reserve.”
“But they’ll still look the same? I mean, it’s not like they’ll look like freaks or anything?” Desmond carefully got back on his feet. “It’s just. Well, I know you don’t have any chicks and that’s a shame, it really is. I was just, well…”
“You crave a mate?”
He thought of that hot chick who worked in the nail bar. “Yeah, a mate. That would be pretty cool.” He guessed the chick wouldn’t be all that happy about it, but that wouldn’t matter. Lizardman would see to that. “So when do we start?”
Chapter Seven
The dark interior promised only danger. That much, Jefferson did know. He pressed his nose against the toy shop’s glass, trying to see anything remotely human inside. All he saw were eyes belonging to another one of those things which caused all that mayhem in the furniture shop. Thankfully, this one
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