For the sake of Universal Peace: By Radrook
Oct 28, 2022 5:51:47 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Oct 28, 2022 5:51:47 GMT -5
For the sake of Universal Peace
By Radrook
By Radrook
It was late summer’s evening on the planet Guarangula, and the elderly Guaragulan scientist, Quangor, had interrupted his arduous work in his dwelling’s laboratory to stand for the very last time at his lofty 200-storied balcony to contemplate how beautifully the red dwarf star that his planet orbited caused different shades to undulate in the thick atmosphere just before sunset.
Of course, this was nothing unusual. Quangor’s planet known as Guarangula, was known as the most magnificent in the universe. Not all planets had such spectacular sunsets, and he had always felt blessed to be among these very few who could observe them on a daily basis. Far below, was no different. There, the vast, dense, emerald-green rain forest stretched from horizon to horizon adorned with rivers undulating towards the crystalline seas. Rivers which cascaded via ten-mile high waterfalls into the velvet planetary ocean. Then in the far distance, were the the granite Guarangulan snow-topped peaks, the highest known mountains piercing straight into the very vacuum of outer space.
The planet’s denizens, the Guarangulans, who were noted for having three eyes instead of two, as all other Humanoids did, were also blessed with the most magnificent physiques among all known humanoids. They were approx 15 feet tall, in human terms. Their males were slim built, but muscular, and their females were delicately graceful and curvaceous. They also spoke with harp-like voices to convey their thoughts or to express whatever emotions they chose, always in a polyphonically melodic manner. They also enjoyed lifespans lasting into the equivalence of thousands of Earth years, and were therefore envied by all other sentient creatures who were limited to merely a few hundred years of troubled, sickly lives at the most. In contrast, the Guarangulans suffered no illnesses at all.
Yes, it was a marvelously beautiful world that the scientist Quangor had been born in, and also an impressive species of which he was a member. Yet, he had always been deeply saddened by a very serious flaw that had made Guarangulans. It was their seemingly insatiable need to subjugate and dominate. Once they had gone beyond the bounds of their own star system, and had come into contact with those who did not resemble them physically, and who were obviously intellectually their inferiors, they had suddenly seemed to go totally berserk.
Quangor, the Guarangulan scientist, had seriously contemplated this disturbing anomaly during all the years of his illustrious scientific career. He’d thought deeply about the Guarangulan violent invasions of less technologically-developed worlds. About the enslaved humanoid populations forced to supply Guarangula with both the raw material and laborers to work at the Guarangulan asteroidal mines.
He’d observed worlds once proud and free, unmercifully divested of their dignity and rights. He'd witnessed the seemingly interminable infliction of physical and psychological punishments on those who had dared to resist Guarangulan ambitions. He was forced to bitterly recall the ceaseless, merciless gloating over those who had pleaded for mercy, and the repeated failure of his desperate attempts to reason with the Guarangulan Ruling Council to put a stop to it. Reluctantly he recalled the years of incessant mockery of his peers over his deep concern. How they had tagged him as an anomaly of sorts, and had only tolerated him because he was of their kind.
He also contemplated on how the name Devils, as the humans had chosen to call them, had been adopted by all other sentient beings in the known universe as a way of describing his people. Then he had considered the ultimate irony of how Guarangulans were never violent towards one another, but were always graciously kind and extremely polite. How they needed no law enforcement agencies nor prisons. How controversies were always easily solved in a peaceful manner via compromises amongst themselves.
Why, not once during their million year history, had any war occurred on Guarangula, as it had taken place on most other planets, including Earth.
Yes, they knew that their behavior was morally wrong, if practiced towards each other. But the question had always been, was it wrong when aliens were involved? Why, after all, should Guarangulan morality be extended to these others? They were not Guarangulans. They had not been blessed by whatever powers existed in the manner that the Guarangulans had been.
Did this not prove that they they were un-deserving? As a consequence of this philosophy, all other creatures were required to grovel in their presence. If not, the Guarangulans would instantly castigate them. He remembered how one human, who had been his friend, had been set aflame while others had been very slowly disintegrated as he had been helplessly forced to watch, because they had refused to do as the Guarangulans ordered.
Yes, true, at first, the issue was recognized as problematic, since they were being universally perceived in negative way, and the Guarangulans had attempted to refrain. Powerful drugs had been employed in order to control the aggressive urges, but to no avail. In fact, any attempt to restrain the negative reaction to an alien presence invariably induced gradual cerebral damage on any Gurangulan who attempted it. So finally, in order to assuage their bad conscience, they had accepted their total inability to control the urge to lash out at others in violent and abusive ways, as an inevitable and uncontrollable aspect of their Guarangulan nature. Eventually, all considerations for the rights of aliens were shunted aside as impractical and forgotten, and their irresistible predatory instinct alone was allowed to direct their policies.
The scientist, Quangor, had been an exception. True, there were others like him. But they numbered only a handful. So as he contemplated the endless, and utter misery that his species had spread amidst the cosmos, he decided that what needed to be done, had to be done.
After having taken a long, last glance at his beautiful world, Quangor strode silently to his small private laboratory where he had been secretly laboring for most of his life, and where he had finally discovered the solution to all the misery that his fellow Guarangulans had been inflicting on others and were planning to continue to inflict for all eternity, if not forcibly detained.
So after a moment of deepest sorrow, he slowly closed his three tearfully sad oblong eyes tightly, and then uttered these words before triggering the glowing device he held in the palm of his eight-fingered hand.
“For the sake of universal peace and decency!" Quangor shouted as he squeezed with all his might. In that instant, as if in obedience to the will of an almighty power, the planet Guarangula and all the Guarangulans, including himself, suddenly ceased to exist.
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JD10/04/2021Scary, sobering, deeply thought provoking, and a bit devilish! Well done.
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Radrook10/04/2021Thanks JD. Much appreciate the feedback. True, the personality of those aliens is indeed described as being devilish. That's why I had them obliterated from existence at the end just as God promises to do with the Devil and his demons.
Of course, this was nothing unusual. Quangor’s planet known as Guarangula, was known as the most magnificent in the universe. Not all planets had such spectacular sunsets, and he had always felt blessed to be among these very few who could observe them on a daily basis. Far below, was no different. There, the vast, dense, emerald-green rain forest stretched from horizon to horizon adorned with rivers undulating towards the crystalline seas. Rivers which cascaded via ten-mile high waterfalls into the velvet planetary ocean. Then in the far distance, were the the granite Guarangulan snow-topped peaks, the highest known mountains piercing straight into the very vacuum of outer space.
The planet’s denizens, the Guarangulans, who were noted for having three eyes instead of two, as all other Humanoids did, were also blessed with the most magnificent physiques among all known humanoids. They were approx 15 feet tall, in human terms. Their males were slim built, but muscular, and their females were delicately graceful and curvaceous. They also spoke with harp-like voices to convey their thoughts or to express whatever emotions they chose, always in a polyphonically melodic manner. They also enjoyed lifespans lasting into the equivalence of thousands of Earth years, and were therefore envied by all other sentient creatures who were limited to merely a few hundred years of troubled, sickly lives at the most. In contrast, the Guarangulans suffered no illnesses at all.
Yes, it was a marvelously beautiful world that the scientist Quangor had been born in, and also an impressive species of which he was a member. Yet, he had always been deeply saddened by a very serious flaw that had made Guarangulans. It was their seemingly insatiable need to subjugate and dominate. Once they had gone beyond the bounds of their own star system, and had come into contact with those who did not resemble them physically, and who were obviously intellectually their inferiors, they had suddenly seemed to go totally berserk.
Quangor, the Guarangulan scientist, had seriously contemplated this disturbing anomaly during all the years of his illustrious scientific career. He’d thought deeply about the Guarangulan violent invasions of less technologically-developed worlds. About the enslaved humanoid populations forced to supply Guarangula with both the raw material and laborers to work at the Guarangulan asteroidal mines.
He’d observed worlds once proud and free, unmercifully divested of their dignity and rights. He'd witnessed the seemingly interminable infliction of physical and psychological punishments on those who had dared to resist Guarangulan ambitions. He was forced to bitterly recall the ceaseless, merciless gloating over those who had pleaded for mercy, and the repeated failure of his desperate attempts to reason with the Guarangulan Ruling Council to put a stop to it. Reluctantly he recalled the years of incessant mockery of his peers over his deep concern. How they had tagged him as an anomaly of sorts, and had only tolerated him because he was of their kind.
He also contemplated on how the name Devils, as the humans had chosen to call them, had been adopted by all other sentient beings in the known universe as a way of describing his people. Then he had considered the ultimate irony of how Guarangulans were never violent towards one another, but were always graciously kind and extremely polite. How they needed no law enforcement agencies nor prisons. How controversies were always easily solved in a peaceful manner via compromises amongst themselves.
Why, not once during their million year history, had any war occurred on Guarangula, as it had taken place on most other planets, including Earth.
Yes, they knew that their behavior was morally wrong, if practiced towards each other. But the question had always been, was it wrong when aliens were involved? Why, after all, should Guarangulan morality be extended to these others? They were not Guarangulans. They had not been blessed by whatever powers existed in the manner that the Guarangulans had been.
Did this not prove that they they were un-deserving? As a consequence of this philosophy, all other creatures were required to grovel in their presence. If not, the Guarangulans would instantly castigate them. He remembered how one human, who had been his friend, had been set aflame while others had been very slowly disintegrated as he had been helplessly forced to watch, because they had refused to do as the Guarangulans ordered.
Yes, true, at first, the issue was recognized as problematic, since they were being universally perceived in negative way, and the Guarangulans had attempted to refrain. Powerful drugs had been employed in order to control the aggressive urges, but to no avail. In fact, any attempt to restrain the negative reaction to an alien presence invariably induced gradual cerebral damage on any Gurangulan who attempted it. So finally, in order to assuage their bad conscience, they had accepted their total inability to control the urge to lash out at others in violent and abusive ways, as an inevitable and uncontrollable aspect of their Guarangulan nature. Eventually, all considerations for the rights of aliens were shunted aside as impractical and forgotten, and their irresistible predatory instinct alone was allowed to direct their policies.
The scientist, Quangor, had been an exception. True, there were others like him. But they numbered only a handful. So as he contemplated the endless, and utter misery that his species had spread amidst the cosmos, he decided that what needed to be done, had to be done.
After having taken a long, last glance at his beautiful world, Quangor strode silently to his small private laboratory where he had been secretly laboring for most of his life, and where he had finally discovered the solution to all the misery that his fellow Guarangulans had been inflicting on others and were planning to continue to inflict for all eternity, if not forcibly detained.
So after a moment of deepest sorrow, he slowly closed his three tearfully sad oblong eyes tightly, and then uttered these words before triggering the glowing device he held in the palm of his eight-fingered hand.
“For the sake of universal peace and decency!" Quangor shouted as he squeezed with all his might. In that instant, as if in obedience to the will of an almighty power, the planet Guarangula and all the Guarangulans, including himself, suddenly ceased to exist.
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JD10/04/2021Scary, sobering, deeply thought provoking, and a bit devilish! Well done.
Reply
Radrook10/04/2021Thanks JD. Much appreciate the feedback. True, the personality of those aliens is indeed described as being devilish. That's why I had them obliterated from existence at the end just as God promises to do with the Devil and his demons.