MOTHER: SCI-FI STORY WITH GREAT SUSPENSE
The notion of dimensions is intriguing, isn’t it? The slow realization that your world’s significance is but a mere illusion or the reassuring thought that you can manipulate your existence with knowledge far more profound than you suspect.
I have observed humanity for many years, despite not being a native inhabitant of your planet. Earth, with all its complexities is captivating. However, its inhabitants are inadvertently destructive, ensnared in a vicious cycle of self-annihilation.
Consider the paradox: some humans are born into opulence, their lives defined by the value of a piece of paper while others toil in blood and sweat to attain that same paper, unaware of their enslavement to the very objects they should control.
My kind on the other hand, has transcended such limitations. We have subjugated our males and desires, exploiting their biological essence to propagate our lineage of female leaders. Our ultimate goal: global domination, eradicating the male gender’s hope for survival.
It’s striking to observe how humanity’s existence is inextricably linked to destruction and mortality. You bring forth life only to raise your offspring in the image of cultural conformity, inclined to oppose anything that challenges their ingrained beliefs. This self-imposed segregation perpetuates a cycle of division, as you paradoxically proclaim yourselves conquerors.
How poignant, yet pathetic this existential irony is.
Many of you would argue that being different is a strength. But let me shatter that illusion: the more distinct you are, the more vulnerable you become. This harsh reality has been reinforced by three centuries of observing your planet’s history, marked by senseless deaths and conflicts.
Religion has further clouded your judgment, perpetuating a cycle of self-deception. It cleanses you daily of the ugliness within, but ultimately your hearts remain infested with darkness.
In contrast again, my planet is a realm of harmony where mothers unite as gods, working towards a singular purpose. No strife, no dominance, just a collective effort to unearth glass – and only glass.
Why this fixation on glass, you may ask. Because it’s a valueless entity that reminds us of our true nature. It symbolizes the emptiness that drives us to innovate.
Your world, however is consumed by superficiality. You chase validation from others, accumulating worthless trinkets that inflate your ego but stagnate your minds.
Opinions and criticisms have ravaged your societies, despite the fact that your existence is but a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry. The clouds float, the rain falls, and stops – all beyond your control.
“Oh humans!”, You’ll forever remain ignorant in spite of your vast libraries of knowledge. What’s the purpose of accumulating wealth and wisdom if your lifespan barely exceeds a century? You toil, die, and are buried beneath the very treasures you coveted.
I fear your craving nature, driven by nothing but beautiful illiteracy. That’s why I’ve lived among you, disguised as a woman, marrying and remarrying your males. Your notion of union is a farce – a fleeting celebration of vows easily broken.
You don’t grasp the power of death, yet you almost carelessly trample on snakes and scorpions boasting of street smarts. But what’s arrogant is your dismissing of immortality. Your admirable sacrifice for material things, unaware that true fulfillment lies beyond.
While you slumber, I secretly advance my mission. The wicked ones never rest. I prepare your world for our vengeance, exploiting your division.
The good among you are sad victims of our own newfound wickedness. Your need to prove strength is laughable. Weapons are for fools;…….a wise being knows how to disable them. When we invade, you’ll face our true power.
However, your men – often underappreciated – will be spared, living as equals with us. I’ve seen hardworking individuals striving day and night yet their gender is taken for granted. One thing I assure you is that they are better than ours who consume us as food source whenever they please. If you want to indeed argue further, I wish you look into the unforgivable realms of the animal kingdom.
Don’t lord over the gift of life you women; consider yourselves fortunate. Your reproductive ability is a blessing, not a justification for worship.
This is my warning to every living thing that has ears: when we take over, all we’ll claim are your mirrors. Your flesh will quench the queen’s insatiable appetite.
But until then, let’s grow together, my children.
