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The Perfect Species

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*Warning* This isn't going to be particulary original, but I had fun writing it. I usually don't like to share things I write, because I think I am a shit writer (protip: I am.), but self deprecation be dammed!

The Perfect Species.

"It was difficult to pick a species that had the traits desirable for our purposes" the lecturers tendril gripped around the floating podium his echoing voice reverberating off of the moistened walls. "To be frank, we got lucky when we found the humans." A small light shot out of the podium and projected itself on a viscous floating material on the stage.

"This is the basic anatomy of a human being. They are a very hardy species compared to us, a large portion of them able to lift things as heavy 46,000 kil. They have great amounts dexterity and advanced motor skills, they're not particulary bright though." A phorous light shone through the translucent membrane on the speakers forehead, the image zoomed in on the subjects brain. "As you can see, the brain itself isn't very large, and is remarkably underdevolped, especially when compared to the average Bren. This area here is what controls aggression in humans and as you can see much larger than our own." A neon blue light shone through the same spot and the image shrunk back down in size.

"They are a violent race, who more times than not met violent ends". The lecturer skin turned a deep blue after communicating these words. "Their whole lives revolved around violence, it seeped into many forms of their entertainment, into their art, and into their literature." The speakers tendrils shifted uneasily around the podium, obviously uncomfortable communicating these ideas. "When we found them, they were on the brink of destruction. A good portion of their population was starving even though the humans were adept farmers, understood terraforming and the basics of climate control. As far as we could tell they let these people starve for political reasons. Just another tally really for this species' barbarism. There was always one war or another, that most of the worlds population were indifferent to. Most likely due to high volume of wars there were on the planet."

"The skin on a human is tough. When we dissected one, we had to amplify the power on the cutters by a magnitude of 6. Tougher than any species on this planet". The lecturer took a moment and looked onto his pupils to gauge their reaction. Most of them had a terrified but curious look upon their face. He continued. "Some of them, toughened their skins on purpose by purposely exposing it to their sun. Also many of them had scar tissue on their body, some covering a large portion of their bodies due to lackluster medical care."

"But as we soon discovered their immune systems were very weak. Not due to a lack of bacteria and viruses, there are more of those on their planet then there are in our solar system. But they are all very un-evolved. Designing a virus that hijacked their nervous systems was pretty easy as it turned out. It had about a 86% percent infectivity rate. The remaining 14% were slowly killed off by the newly infected. Today only .3% of the planets original 8.6 billion remain immune. This handful of survivors live in caves and makeshift structures all along the planet, and the odds of the humans ever finding out it was us that almost destroyed their species is very slim, let alone have them launch a counter-offensive."

"No, surviving for them is a struggle for them everyday." his skin turned a deeper blue "It is a testament though to their species will to survive. It is my contention that we would have never survived such an ordeal given the same circumstances. But thats neither here nor there. We keep most of the humans on the earth now and only extract them when we have a war to fight. They are the perfect species for war. They were born in blood, bred in blood, and live in blood. Instinctively they understand violence and it only needs to be taught to them when you need a more advanced application. But considering the amount of control we have over just an individual, any sort of training becomes pointless."

"This species, is the reason why we control so much of this sector. This species is the backbone to our brain. This species built this very hall you are sitting in. We owe a great debt to this enslaved species of ours. Maybe one day, they will get their revenge>"

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That was actually quite fascinating. I pictured something similar to the Salarians in ME.

You could maybe give some more imagery as to the aliens' appearance, but otherwise well written and excellent concept :)

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Hah, I really quite enjoyed that one. The concept is an interesting one, maybe you should expand on this one day ;D

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so the xeno-lifeforms are a from of sentient humanoid Coronatae?

judging from what you said about our skin being stronger than any of their planet(s) life form's skin, it must mean that they must have evolved from a planet with lighter gravity or less dense gases.

as for the short story itself, it's quite interesting your take on the origins of the outbreak.

i still think the origin of the zombie outbreak was a Russian coughing on an american.

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but otherwise well written and excellent concept :)

I just re-read it, and you must be an idiot.

There are some glaring grammatical errors. Some of my phrasing sounds like it dribbled from the mouth of uzisofts inbreed cousin. There are major inconsistencies, I started off using alien measurements and numbers, but halfway through switched to a human based numbering system. I used English based idioms in it.The speaker sounds like he is a human trying to be an alien life form, and failing.

This isn't good writing, it's just a 2 dollar whore, who happens to be wearing a nice dress.

Thanks though, your input was invaluable.

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