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Thoughts passing through my head...Father: "Hi, honey! How's the house work going?" Mother: "Just fine, dear! Those Zrathiq slaves really do a good job." Father: "That's good. That means we will keep feeding them! Hey, kids!" Sis: "Hi daddy!" Junior: "Hi, dad. Did you destroy any alien cultures today?" Father: "One or two, son. You lose track after a while." Junior: "Um, but I heard at school that that kind of thing is, well, wrong." Father: "WRONG? Who's been putting that kind of nonsense into your head, young man?" Junior: "Well, there's this teacher, Mr. Hayes, who calls himself an Alienist." Father: "An Alienist, hmm? I'll make sure he's dealt with." Junior: "But dad, could he be right?" Father: "Not a chance, son. After all, humans are the master race." Mother, junior, and sis: "YAY!!" Father: "But kids, being part of the master race isn't all just beer and chiclets, you know. There are heavy burdens heaped upon our shoulders. We have the responsibility to ensure that those few alien species that we don't wipe out of existence, we encourage to flourish, and grow, as long as they do so in our way, and as long as they don't do anything better than us. That's why we let Matra and Gel and Zgulick work as our slaves. It isn't for our benefit - it's for their sakes." Junior: "I see now! When I get back to school, I'm going to denounce that Mr. Hayes for the evil scoundrel he is!" Father: "That's the spirit, son! I'll make sure the Military Police move in right after you say your piece, and shoot him like the traitor he is." Junior: "Thanks, dad!" Father: "No, thank you, son."I was playing around on my computer, and this little scene came to me out of nowhere. (Well, the "We are the master race." "Yay!" part. And the beer and chiclets.) So I decided it needed to be saved for posterity. Go back to what you were doing.
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