You lay down carefully on your bed, watching suspiciously around you. How many things could get you? Millions, actually. You were born on the planet that was the biggest harvesting place in the galaxy. It was normal for someone to disappear without forewarning. You worry that you are going to be next. Double checking your window and your door, you lie down to sleep, and fall to sleep quickly.
You wake up in a hard, solid surface. It was freezing right where you were lying. You sit up, opening your eyes, and gasp. Your worries were proven accurate. Around you, there are solid metal bars, well, you think they are solid. Around your wrists and ankles, you found metal bracelets connected to chains. You frown, crying lightly. When you try to make a sound, you are shocked lightly. A squeal peeks from your lips, and you are shocked yet again. This time, you keep from whining, but you raise your hands up to feel around your neck. They find a collar, locked in place, also connected by a chain to the wall.
Crying, you look out, watching as people go by, watching your every move. They aren't like you. Not at all. You are a human, a race that originated on the planet Earth. A thousand years ago, when it was detected that the planet was going to die, the entire race migrated to a planet in a distant galaxy. This planet was named Aquarius, and was very similar to the ancient city of Venice, Italy. The whole planet was covered by water logged channels, with small bits of islands near to each other.
When the humans moved, they found themselves in a galaxy with their neighbors having technology vastly beyond their imagination. They were so far behind in technology that they became a target for slave traders from various planets. Soon after arriving, there were slave harvesters coming at routine intervals, picking up slaves from different homes each time. This time, they happened to choose your home, and from your home, you. What luck. Not.
About the other races-they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. You know those fairy-tales they told back during ancient times, back on Earth? Well, their foundation had some truth. Creatures of all sorts, all colors, live in this galaxy. There were sprites, fairies, pixies, elves, vampires, brownies, werewolves, and everything else any human had ever imagined. There were planets in this galaxy that were funded only by the dreams of humans, anything they imagined came to exist on those planets. Each human had their own planet. This was how humans were unique: against all other races, they were the only ones who had imaginations that actually came to life somewhere in the galaxy. No one knows why, or where the connection came from, but it is there. In some way, there was a way for a human to escape slavery: if they could identify their planet, they could free themselves, as all creations on their planet are theirs.
The bad part of this planetary connection was, if they were bound to a master, their planet slowly began to die, falling to the master's will. These planets were suddenly recognized, suddenly joining the union. The creatures on these are just as focused on owning their own servant humans as the already existing races were. And the cycle just continues over and over again.
You remember all this, all the stories you have been told, and smile. You can break the cycle-forever. You can make humans the top of the food chain, can't you? You know that you are just as good, if not better, as all the other races. So what if so many others think the same thing? You are different. You are determined to show everyone that you, unlike all the others, have what it takes to change everything. Don't you?
You look at them. They are on the other side of all this. Why they are here, you haven't a clue. A small tear roles down your face, and you grin broadly, madly. You can do this. You'll show them all. Tell them all. They lose. You win. That's how this will work out. All you need is for one of them to buy you. That's all.
But what if they were horribly cruel? What could they do to you? You haven't a clue. In true honesty, you have absolutely no way of knowing how this is supposed to turn out. No way at all. So, let us all just wait and see. How everything turns out is up to you, your determination, and your master.
Let us begin your life, as a servant.
You wake up in a hard, solid surface. It was freezing right where you were lying. You sit up, opening your eyes, and gasp. Your worries were proven accurate. Around you, there are solid metal bars, well, you think they are solid. Around your wrists and ankles, you found metal bracelets connected to chains. You frown, crying lightly. When you try to make a sound, you are shocked lightly. A squeal peeks from your lips, and you are shocked yet again. This time, you keep from whining, but you raise your hands up to feel around your neck. They find a collar, locked in place, also connected by a chain to the wall.
Crying, you look out, watching as people go by, watching your every move. They aren't like you. Not at all. You are a human, a race that originated on the planet Earth. A thousand years ago, when it was detected that the planet was going to die, the entire race migrated to a planet in a distant galaxy. This planet was named Aquarius, and was very similar to the ancient city of Venice, Italy. The whole planet was covered by water logged channels, with small bits of islands near to each other.
When the humans moved, they found themselves in a galaxy with their neighbors having technology vastly beyond their imagination. They were so far behind in technology that they became a target for slave traders from various planets. Soon after arriving, there were slave harvesters coming at routine intervals, picking up slaves from different homes each time. This time, they happened to choose your home, and from your home, you. What luck. Not.
About the other races-they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. You know those fairy-tales they told back during ancient times, back on Earth? Well, their foundation had some truth. Creatures of all sorts, all colors, live in this galaxy. There were sprites, fairies, pixies, elves, vampires, brownies, werewolves, and everything else any human had ever imagined. There were planets in this galaxy that were funded only by the dreams of humans, anything they imagined came to exist on those planets. Each human had their own planet. This was how humans were unique: against all other races, they were the only ones who had imaginations that actually came to life somewhere in the galaxy. No one knows why, or where the connection came from, but it is there. In some way, there was a way for a human to escape slavery: if they could identify their planet, they could free themselves, as all creations on their planet are theirs.
The bad part of this planetary connection was, if they were bound to a master, their planet slowly began to die, falling to the master's will. These planets were suddenly recognized, suddenly joining the union. The creatures on these are just as focused on owning their own servant humans as the already existing races were. And the cycle just continues over and over again.
You remember all this, all the stories you have been told, and smile. You can break the cycle-forever. You can make humans the top of the food chain, can't you? You know that you are just as good, if not better, as all the other races. So what if so many others think the same thing? You are different. You are determined to show everyone that you, unlike all the others, have what it takes to change everything. Don't you?
You look at them. They are on the other side of all this. Why they are here, you haven't a clue. A small tear roles down your face, and you grin broadly, madly. You can do this. You'll show them all. Tell them all. They lose. You win. That's how this will work out. All you need is for one of them to buy you. That's all.
But what if they were horribly cruel? What could they do to you? You haven't a clue. In true honesty, you have absolutely no way of knowing how this is supposed to turn out. No way at all. So, let us all just wait and see. How everything turns out is up to you, your determination, and your master.
Let us begin your life, as a servant.
