“Choose.”

“No.”

“Choose.“

“No.“

“It is your world.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. Your morals compel absolutely.”

“I will not. I will not take part in this distortion of my species. This… corruption of our collective soul.”

“That is not for you to decide, human. Your histories mean nothing to us, they are convoluted, lacking focus, memoirs of a deaf and dumb species muddling its way through evolution. Now you must decide. Society or the individual?”

“I refuse.”

“Then you all die. Unacceptable.

It is simple. This choice…

All functional males and females, the adults, the backbone of your society and the bastions of order, may live. All youths, your children, your hope for the future, must die. Society will re-populate, but it will take time, and cost a terrible price.

Or, they can all live, each lit match, hoping to turn into flame. Your developed kind, instead, must perish. Society will revert to chaos, but the defenseless will survive, to form a future no one can foresee.

So. Choose.“

“No.“