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"Listen, children," said Zenon. "You are 10 and now
will learn about our food source. In the lower part of the ship live the humans. The important part to remember
is that they are so egotistical that they believe they are coming above to receive some great instruction or reward.
People knew that another race existed above.
In the human part of the ship, one day a person could work his way up to a higher standard, a higher plain, and that successful
one would be gone forever. "He made it," people would exclaim. "He succeeded.
He went to the higher level."
Q settled into his seat on the bus. Next to him,
he laid his electric guitar which he played four hours a day but never had plugged in. That would change, Q knew.
The higher ups or even Kaaler himself would praise Q's abilities. The bus was not as crowded as Q expected. A
few seats ahead, a man bragged he was the best card player and gambler ever. Now people would see. An older fellow
proudly displayed a body filled with tattoos -- an accomplished artist. Meanwhile, looking out a window above Candace
felt bothered. Dad went to work earlier. Now, looking down at the success bus, Candace saw a cat wander beneath.
It would be hurt, she imagined.
On the bus, across the aisle, a young girl Q's age sat. "I'm a guitar player," she
noted. "I did not bring my acoustic because I thought the bus would be crowded. It must be worse for you with
your amplifier." "I've never owned an amplifier. I guess they will have one there," responded Q. Something
seemed to pull him along. A feeling. It was beyond his normal senses. He could not explain it. "Are
you excited?" he asked the girl. "Yes. Of course. I've been waiting to get on the bus a long time." Then
Q's attention went out the window to something odd. A cat walked under the quiet bus, but the driver was present and
appeared to be ready to leave. Q left his guitar and girl to do a good deed. After all, it would only take a minute,
and what sort of creature deserved to be harmed for no reason like that. Q got off the bus. In a penthouse apartment,
Robertson noticed the young man, a common jerk ready to go to his fate, prompting under the bus to save the cat. Robertson
would have liked to see the squashed corpse of the animal, one more pleasure for his abundant lifestyle. Instead, the
cat emerged and actually went to the far side of the bus into the arms of Q. "You are ok," he said. "I cannot wait,"
the bus driver drove off knowing he could be executed for such an infraction. Candace beamed with delight. The
cat had been saved.
The reason Robertson lived at the top was intelligence.
People who doubted that ended up on the bus. Of course, Robertson grew up favored, a normal prestige of life these
days. He held the position at the top looking out his window at the street far below and enjoying morning mist from a
device on a table in Robertson's well appointed living room. Content on the fragrance of marijuana and alcohol for Robertson
nonetheless felt ire. He had seen a major infraction. A man got off the bus and the conveyance pulled away to
dispose of the ones seeking fame and fortune. Robertson needed to be certain whoever that was, the man had disappeared
into an alley carrying a cat, ended up correctly punished and gotten rid of.
The same here as the planet we are traveling to, Earth,
the human beings are stupid. "Ego," commented Zenon, "causes these creatures to believe we are arriving to help them.
Ten thousand years ago, times of the great pyramids, the human beings revealed their horrible natures and no amount of religion
reformed them. The corn fields stretched vast and the stone buildings favored toil, yet the beings when idle became
savage as the day we first encountered them. No doubt, during the times we have been gone, some areas attempted to use
rulers and kings, somehow superior to the masses. None of it will suffice."
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