Lost in Space

Chapter 11: The Evil Society

Log: 05G-189-13-950

Year: 950 A.D.

Today marks 500 years since I tried to learn about the English language and when I was sent to Earth. I, along with my father and 19 of my friends, were sent to Earth to study the special characteristics of a human. I still cannot believe that it has been 500 years. A lot of the humans looked at us and wonder how we are not dying of old age. Their tongue is a bit of a struggle to understand. I feel like an outcast to these humans. All I am hearing from their speech is gibberish jargon. It seems like somebody on my planet had predicted about what he called the "dominating" language that he said was English.

Okay. I am actually writing this special log to write about a terrible tragedy that had just happened. My father was an amazing hero to me. I have always looked up to him. He was the reason that I became a warrior. I wanted to become one before, but people looked down on me because I did not look like the typical warrior. Now, I no longer have a living father. I was hopeless. I stood right there in front of him while I was watching his death.

All I have tried to do is help these humans. We have had our close calls, but this is past where I would draw the line. It is not the first time that this has happened. A lot of my friends were killed by the humans in the recent years. I need to figure out how to prevent another incident like this from happening again. I have been extremely lenient towards this species, mainly because they were new to me when I first came to Earth.

I do have an idea to prevent future conflicts between our kind and humankind. My idea is to establish an organization that will have both types of people in the same organization. I hope to let our kind to make stable relationships to humankind. Anybody that choses to rebel, whether they are a human or ETLF, they will be put in what I will call correctional facilities. I do not plan to kill anybody, but I do hope to befriend as many humans as possible.

5G-189 was angered more than she ever was. "That was a very rememberable log entry."

1C-178 walked towards 5G-189. "I was with you at that time."

"Yes, you were. It was a shame that 3A-932 was not there."

"Why did you change your views towards humans?"

"Because... Even after 500 years of trying, humans never understood our reasoning."

"Is there any way to change your mind?"

"No. After all I tried, after trying to prevent many wars and conflicts, after trying to unify Earth, there is no hope for that meek planet."

"I guess that does make you an expert in reasoning."

"Precisely. If humans cannot comply to reasoning, what use is there for that species? I originally thought humans were the transcending species of the universe, but I was wrong."

"You could give the humans more time—"

"More time!?! Haha... very funny. Do I look like I am laughing? Even if that was either a sarcastic remark or a joke, humans will never be the civilized species that we are. As an expert in reasoning, I plan to make some incentives with the humans on our ship. Speaking of which, are they on our ship yet?"

"3A-932 and 4T-524 just put the last humans on the ship."

"Excellent."

We woke up moments after we were put in the mothership. The first sight that came into my eyes looked like someone killed countless beings. Blood. Blood was everywhere. That is what it looked like. "I am back here again!?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!"