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Irked by Mr. Hughes impudent response, Neal sat back in his chair hissingly, his face masked his utter mortification.

"May I have your attention now?" Mr. Hughes demanded in high-geared voice, and what followed in a shot was, an eery silence that gripped the class. "Now I'll continue; The Nazi regime was wholly responsible for the genocide of at least 5.5 million Jews➖a figure of victims deemed as Untermenschen(Sub-humans), and death of an estimated 19.3 million civilians and POWS, likewise an unprecedented figures killed in World war II which has never been recorded in the history of Warfare."

"The Nazis must be monstrous like the Gorgons, Mr. Hughes." Another kid of colored skin interjected.

"It's not in our best choice to criticize the Nazis, Mr. Geremi. Our only task here is to learn from their mistake, that no man his better or a sub to the other in the face of man and God." He shrewdly discerned on the spot that his message was getting across to them, on having a clutch on their attention, he forged ahead to nail in more riveting point. "Look about you; you all are of different races, religions and colors, and with all these patent differences, you're willing and ready to put them behind you to sit together as brothers, not as factions. That you see is the change in our sphere, the breathe of peace brought on by love, the gift of God to man." He paused, sucked in some air and added glibly. "That's pretty cool, isn't it?"

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CAPTAIN'S SURVIVOR'S LOG. THESBIAN RECRUIT. PLATOON 5 - MAINTENANCE CORE

36/05/3404 ON LAST DATE.

CRASH DATE 1[Edited to the local dialect "Engrish" at the request of my host human, secret keeper and roomate, Amaefuna]


My name is Locar don, a Thesbian recruit aboard the Star-ship Recluse. Following the recent scarcity of mineral resources, our vessel was on a mission to trade plutonium from the Scabites in Sector 3, a route that would take us directly through the infamous milky-way galaxy and human habitation; thus, we decided to go behind Saturn's inner rings to avoid detection. Albeit a risky venture, but the Thesbian nation has been in dire need of energy following the last political conflict on our planet. Captain Uber don is a skilled pilot and can fly circles around the best of our fleet. Unfortunately even he couldn't maneuver around Saturn's deadly rings. We came across an unexpected meteorite shower which tore into our left flank and destroyed five engines. The Captain was able to steer the ship to the only habitable planet on our records where we crashed violently into a canyon. The impact killed everybody on board except me, which is why I have the authority to input this data in keeping with protocol.


On first inspection on my exit of the starship unto Mars, it became obvious that I would need to do an update on our history books. The Red Planet is dead. I have been wandering around the canyons for days and have not found a living soul. There are a few silicon based shrubs here and there, and some sign of bacterial life, otherwise the planet is empty. High levels of radiation from their atomic wars still remain, a deadly reminder of the terrible things that happened here. All the cities and countries, all the people have been blown away to red dust. What we thought was the most habitable planet is no longer habitable.


Mars is dead. They finally destroyed themselves.


I shudder at the human race.


I had to return back to the Ship after a while to see if the life-detection computers were still working so they could scan how far Earth and Venus had developed. Surely there would be some food and water there. Four of the escape pods had survived the crash intact and they had enough fuel to take me to either of the planets and back; not much but it was a start. I knew if I stayed here I would certainly die. The only source of food left here were the bodies of my dead colleagues and much as I knew they would be honored in the afterlife to have their bodies sustain me, I didn't want matters to get to that level of desperation before I acted. I carried Captain Uber's body from the command chair, grimacing at the deep gash in his forehead where his brain matter had spilled out. He hadn't decomposed at all as the ship's life support systems kept the bodies fresh even though their souls had long departed. I placed him beside his Mistress Tempi, both had finally had their wish of dying on the same day. I sort of went into a trance, carrying all eighteen passengers and placing them side by side in the ship's bay, making sure everyone was accounted for. I said a tumat of prayer for the peaceful progression of their souls and then proceeded to take command of the captain's chair. I ordered the computer to scan the nearby planets and sure enough Earth and Venus indicated thriving signs of life. Earth's life capacity was at a full 100% while Venus was at 89% and Earth was closer so I decided to make plans for Earth. Life forms visible were humanoid on both planets but Venus'es thick cover clouds made for a much reduced population. Earth had 6,214,230,451 humanoid forms inhabiting it. It would be much easier blending in there.


I spent the rest of the day burying my fallen colleagues and collecting all that I would need for my journey to earth. I set up a rescue beacon on Mars in case any other star-ship would dare pass by this route so they could pick up the signal and come rescue me. I hid three of the pods in the famour Kar-Ek mountain, now a rubble of its old self but riddled with enough caves to make a good hiding place. I did this as a precaution in case it was Demetrons that found my crashed ship first; knowing how scavengeous they can be.


The yellow sun is just setting over the horizon of the Red Planet. I stare wistfully at it one more time. Mars was a wonderful civilization once. I hope the humans have learnt their lesson. By this yellow sun's rotation it would take me three days to get to Earth. I entered the Escape Pod with my scant belongings, put the vessel on autopilot, said a prayer and activated hyper-sleep.


The last thing I heard was the gentle throbbing of the pod's engines as they came to life, lifting me off the surface of Mars, off this once wonderful and glorious planet.



Here I come, Earth.