The mandates of the High Council of Latexos were absolute, locate a genetically compatible substrate, recover the purity our world has lost.

In the scorched ruins of Sector 2834, a dy*ng bl*e marble its inhabitants c*ll Earth, I finally identified the suitable object.

?I observed him through the ship's sensors, a solitary specimen amidst a collapsing civilization.

Without hesitation, I initiated the sequence. The retrieval was silent and surgical. I took him from the terrestrial surface, bringing him into the clinical belly of my vessel before he could even comprehend that his previous existence had ceased.

?Now he lies here, secured in the sterile silence of my deck. I have not removed his g*s mask. The filtered atmosphere of my ship is not meant for his primitive lungs and his face holds no interest for me.

He is not an individual, he is a biological resource. The dark glass of his mask reflects only the cold amber glow of the consoles.

?I activate the frequency beam, plunging his consciousness into the velvet prison of the Dreamland. He is not meant to struggle. He is only meant to exist.

?Standing over him, I keep my arms folded behind my back.

My hands, shaped for the architecture of the stars, will not touch this inferior organism.

He is of a lowly race, unworthy of the grace of my fingers.

I will extract from this creature using only my feet, a method that maintains the necessary distance and reminds him of his place in the hierarchy.

?My feet move with a precision that knows no mercy.

I feel the resistance of his frame, the heat radiating through his suit, as my soles elicit the biological response my people require for survival.

?Suddenly, his heart rate spikes. At the exact moment the extraction reaches its zenith, he breaks the surface of consciousness. He awakens, only for a heartbeat.

?I watch his body tense beneath the weight of my feet, an instinctive surge against the inevitable.

Behind the glass of the mask, his lungs emit a ch*ked, guttural sound, a noise of pure biology, a distorted resonance of shock and overwhelming physical reaction.

It is the sound of a system pushed to its limit while the mind is still lost in the fog.

?Then, as quickly as he surfaced, he slips back. The beam drags him relentlessly into the depths of his artificial slumber.

?I inspect the secured sample in the collection chamber.

The mission on this primitive planet is complete.

Without w*sting another glance at the exhausted tool, I input the coordinates.

?"Course set for Latexos," I command the AI.

?The ship accelerates into the void.

We leave Earth behind and with it, the creature that will never know it just secured the future of an entire civilization without ever earning the dignity of my touch.

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