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Illumination Plaza

Zack Rander's Office

3:41PM

What did it mean to be human?

Why was it that humans seemed to place importance on themselves above all things? Religious reasons? Societal reasons? Or was it a feature of evolution and survival that made this necessary?

Phillip lay in my hand, the elegant flower pot almost brimming a lovely shade of emerald-green as I idly tossed it up and down. Anyone who saw it would fail to recognize that this flowerpot was all that remained of a person who had been living, breathing, and a person who was human. A creature that had contained sentience, possessed thoughts, desires, dreams – all of which were meaningless now that said consciousness had ceased, the soul had been absorbed into mine, and the body had been metamorphosed into a plant, to give back to the world, so to speak.

Still, in the past thirteen years, while I wasn't binging on nostalgia from my world, constantly turning everything into a reference and making more and more memorabilia that I could to remind myself, to serve as the proof that the world I came from had been real, I had taken the time to map out my questionably egotistical copy plans for the universe.

The humans in this world were a blend of impeccable genius and laughable optimists. To start with my original question, I realized that if you shot a person, then you were considered bad - wrong, evil. The reason for this morality was that you wouldn't want to do to anyone what you wouldn't like done to you. It was simple, unless of course one wanted to dab into the religious aspects of the origins for morality to which I was dubiously suspicious of.

Humans don't hurt other humans, because humans wouldn't want to be hurt in turn.

It was simple. Except, in this world, that was where problems began to emerge. As it was, I couldn't even be considered human, and this was just based on genetic make-up, which would put me as a Homo-Magi, kryptonian, Saiyan hybrid – a species that was to humans as the Pterodactyls are to the present day avian.

An unfair comparison, some would argue, but the results spoke for themselves. With the powers I had, I might as well be a god amongst the common populace. This then brought about the serious question – if, technically, I was not truly Human (aka Homo Sapiens) then why exactly, should the 'Human' laws technically still apply to me? Why, did the half-demons and the aliens on this planet subsume themselves to follow 'human' laws when they, themselves, were not?

This also bought an interesting fact, which, I noted, even as I gently placed Phillip back on my table.

Technically – aliens, demons, and gods, and other mythical or otherworldly creatures were not human, and thus, they did not have one thing – Human Rights.

The laws in this world were almost similar to that of the normal world where I came from. There were no addendums put in the constitutions that I could see, which covered aliens and supernatural beings. There were, instead, numerous loopholes which would technically allow me to enslave, rape and murder all aliens and supernatural beings I wanted, without ever having to face a single trial – because – they were not human.

If I were to shoot a nameless blob of conscious matter straight in the face, no one would bat an eyelash or even try to charge me for murder – because, it wasn't a human that was killed, but an alien creature, and its sentience is irrelevant.