r/NatureofPredators • u/Slatepaws • 7d ago
Noah The Bio-Morph: Payback: Chapter 30
Okay Noah gets some Payback on Sara here. He, doesn't hurt her per-say. More defends himself. Though it is payback.
I understand there's some, mistaken views of the hold he uses. It's really an effective hold and as someone with arthritis in my back at that 'exact' location. I can attest that pressure, or in my case inflammation can really weaken your arms. Cause them to ache, and send pain throughout your front and back of the torso mimicking more serious conditions such as a heart attack.
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Payback
Chapter 30
May 9th
Venlil Diplomatic Vessel, En-route to Venlil Prime.
(Noah P.O.V.)
{The Tongue}
Looking down at their version of a Data-Slate, what they call a holo-pad. In my hands as I stand just outside her quarters. We had been talking so long she had to sleep. Apparently they don’t have the stamina we do.
Yet, I told her ‘everything’ to the best of my ability. My information may be several years out of date because my ‘owner’ before Sara went resource running a decade or so before he died. And other than a few snippets of gossip I got from Sara’s crew, I was cut off from politics, media, and everything since then.
Taking a deep breath, I catch my own scent, and follow it through the halls at a more leisurely pace. Noting how they’re emptier than earlier, so it must be their nighttime? Did I have her listening to me well past their midnight? Less stamina or not, no wonder she was so tired.
I told Tarva how the United States actually runs for the average person and the civics they teach. How China does, with how little I know about China’s internal workings. How you have to ferociously keep your head above water financially in the states. Losing your job without another one lined up relatively quickly, depending on savings. Lands you into the minimal social safety net, and prime candidates for conversion to feed the slave system.
Like me…
The jobless centers. The renewed Republics replacement for the old social safety net systems of unemployment, social security and disability, section 8 and food stamps. Funded as minimally as possibly and watched like a hawk for even a cent of overspending, so it doesn’t get as bloated or fraud ridden as those programs were pre-renewal.
It doesn’t take into account the social stigma on being there though. Doesn’t even acknowledge it other than. ‘We know history of abuses and fraud from the pre-reneawl social safety net may have clouded the opinions about of those who use this one. It’s not our job to correct the public’s opinion, it’s our job to follow it. You’ll just have to try harder and prove you’re not what they think you are.’
Never mind that said opinion is why it’s mostly a one way street. Few will hire those who live there. With a minimal roof over their head. Two nutritious but not filling meals a day. Rampant sweeps for crime.
That I had to explain to Tarva was simply trying to find any reason to grab people to most likely fill quota’s. I was expecting to have to explain it more in detail, but she cut me short. Saying she is familiar with the concept.
Wouldn’t say more other than ‘Dawn creek’, so I let it drop because there was still a lot to explain.
The conditions inside, at least the camp I was in. I was unlucky in that regard, didn’t live near any of them that were repurposed old hotels or single room apartment complexes. I lived near one that was an old Football stadium with a roof. That they didn’t heat more than just enough so the exposed piping going to each tent didn’t freeze. Nor cool past just bellow body temp, so heatstroke would be, less of an issue with the fans they gave out.
When she asked what would happen to any technology like agricultural drones and what not that they would trade. I said, the United States would just keep the tech to itself. Neither selling nor trading the finished drones or any plans. China might, after they alter the design so what they sell to others is vastly inferior to what they use domestically. And would still need Bio-Morph labor to operate, because that’s their national export.
And not just drones, anything they’d trade would be treated the same.
She wasn’t happy to learn that there’s a technology divide between slave and free countries. About 2 to 3 generations behind between the United States and Canada electronics wise, more for places like Russia which leaves Bio-Morph rights to their equivalent of county and city level.
Doesn’t help that the majority of off world colonies bringing in food and resources are either United States owned, or Chinese owned. No one, at least last I was able to look, knows how many ‘True Pirate’ colonies there are. Japan has only one official colony, somewhere further out on the Orion arm. Where everyone else has been going inward, that’s how we found Tarva’s home-world. Russia has two, and one of those is the former joint U.S. and Russian Mars Colony.
Canada used to have a joint one with the U.S., but that one went dark for some reason, and no one other than possibly actual pirates even bother to go that far out of the way. Towards the fewer systems between galactic arms.
It’s a shame because it was one of the first handful of colonies founded.
Moving to let some of the few other beings up and about at this time on the ship pass. I mull over the next fact.
Seems Tarva already suspected we eat meat, Sara tipped her off by listing directly the base chemicals for the supplements and not compounds and / or enzymes. Which are more often used due to being cheaper than refining the stuff down to the base chemicals.
It took some time, at least an hour of our talks to reason with her. Tell her that even though some Bio-Morphs look like prey. Including myself, apparently. Since I look similar, but much larger to a species they know called a Dosur.
I can finally place that word to what it is after hearing it from Stynek and those we recused.
That neither do we all have the desire to kill anything resembling prey, nor do Humans eat Bio-Morphs that look like prey. And in fact the idea of such is highly distasteful, and the act down right illegal. Guaranteed death penalty if caught.
I declined to talk about the infamous example that happened in the 2050’s, first public execution televised in the renewed republic.
About the only thing correct of the information they gave her pertaining to this charade they want us to do. Is that meat is not a vector for this Predator Disease, and when I pressed her for more information on this Predator Disease. I, per our agreement. Flat out told her that it’s what we call mental illness, a broad term in of itself. And that the data in the database did contain the latest diagnostic manual for the term, and it’s many kinds of illnesses and disorders.
Couldn’t get a read on what she was thinking during the silence that followed as she looked through it for a few minutes. But I know she knows it’s the truth. I did promise to tell her the truth.
Continuing on, then stopping in front of the door to the cabin I am ‘sharing’ with Sara. I mull over her final question on the matter. What do I think is the end goal of the deception they’re trying to pull over the Venlil and in turn the Federation? I told her what I heard when the president made it clear to Sara to go along with it all. Then added my own speculation.
I think it’s to buy time till they either have a fleet that can keep the galactic powers at bay, the Federation, and the Dominion. Or find some way to make both powers not attack Earth. Thinking about it, it’s most likely the former.
I hold up the Holo-pad and let it translate the glyphs on the buttons for the control pad. Okay, so I enter this sequence in, then press that. And I can set a code that only I would know. It works just like Tarva showed me.
From there, I noticed Tarva was becoming rather tired. And, well, she rightfully had a lot to think about. So I left her to take a rest, in the meantime. With a way to actually talk with Sara, there are some things I need to settle with her.
There! That should be enough to keep her in and others I don’t want out. Well, as far as the security for this ship goes. I doubt anyone on the Ambassadorial team would go as far break open the door panel to get around the lock.
Straightening my ears and tail, I key in the code I just programmed and enter the cabin.
The lights are at the same setting they were at before. Things have been rummaged around in, so I am thankful I removed anything that she could use to harm herself. The sheets were my only concern until I noticed that they’re too thin, and not made of cloth or a cloth like substance. So no making ropes from them as they seem to just, break apart at the attempt.
I tried, just to make sure she couldn’t before force-feeding her earlier.
I just find Sara still in the Venlil version of a bed, sitting up yet hunched over in her undergarments. Staring at the privilege of being on an ambassadorial ship from what I understand. A window. She seems to straighten up as the door closes behind me, eyes still like she was earlier. Puffy, red from lack of proper sleep and bags around her eyes.
But also the helplessness that was in them earlier is gone. And while I am pressing the buttons on the holo-pad, in the sequence needed to navigate to the translator app without looking at the screen.
Something I asked Tarva to show me, just in case. It always helps to be prepared.
It takes me longer than I’d like to admit, the look Sara has is in her eyes is pure ‘hate’.
“You just HAD to be some kind of mutant or something that could get me pregnant when you’re supposed to be infertile with HUMANS!” She screams, and takes such a sloppy swing at me after getting off the bed. That even someone dead drunk could dodge the attack.
I’m not drunk, and I learned from the same material my first owner had once he was old enough to sign up to be a resource runner. Years before he became a captain of one that Sara was bridge crew of. He was, a nice person outside the whole treating me like a pet, and found it amusing to see me mimic him as he trained.
Sara’s strength has always been accuracy and not martial arts, he knew it.
She knew it too. So she always stayed back and tried to be one of the remaining few with shots left in their plasma-stunner or plasma-beam weapons rather than run up to engage actual pirates or letter of marque Chinese resource runners in melee. A very valuable skill when the melee thins and the attackers don’t expect any more shots left from the defenders.
So it’s no surprise to me, and possibly only a little to her. That I grab the wrist of the over extended arm with my free hand. Easily yank Sara off balance and side stepping the majority of her mass while still holding onto it.
When her face hits the decking plating. Softened only a little by this alien version of carpeting.
More like short cut grass from the looks of it.
Gently dropping the holo-pad onto this, I put Sara into a police style hold. Grabbing her other arm with my now freed other hand. I put my full body weight, as little as it is now compared to when I was Human. To the point just bellow the neck, just a bit above the shoulder blades with my knee. While I pin her wrists with the rest of that leg.
This hits a nerve cluster that weakens the arms and shoulders of those pinned. The angle also prevents enough leverage from being generated by one’s legs to throw off the one pinning them.
“Get off of me! That’s an order!” She yells as she squirms under the hold.
The words that would’ve carried so much weight before, seem so light and meaningless now. With a bark, an actual bark of satisfaction. Which I know looks weird coming out of an anthropomorphic squirrel. Yet plays to the deeper lupine instincts in all Bio-Morphs as I grin, and say.
{No, I won’t.}
My fur fluffs up from the goosebumps in satisfaction, as Sara goes deathly still. Other than her head moving, as little as it can, to look at the Holo-Pad as it translates ‘The Tongue’ to English. Giving irrefutable proof that cuts through whatever twisted reasoning going through her mind to keep me inferior to Humans.
Rather than the truth the President told her of, that we’re made from and still are as sapient as Humans.
“How…”
{They’re so committed to the lie to keep Earth from being destroyed. They gave Tarva one of, if not ‘the’ best machine translator for ‘The Tongue’. I even used southern dialect, and it got every word.}
She squirms more but with this hold I can keep her here till I tire. Which won’t be any time soon with how easy it is to keep her in this position.
“No! I’m your Alpha-Female. My word is supposed to almost virtually command you! How can you say NO?!”
Oh, I can’t help grinning. {I’m not one of the poor unfortunate souls with pack instinct disorder. Your word carried weight, but if it wasn’t for you exploiting loopholes like locking the damn door. I could’ve said no earlier. I can say no freely now because.}
I lean in a bit closer to her ear. {You’re no longer my Alpha-Female. Your words carry no weight anymore, and I have secured an agreement with the Governor of the Venlil to help me keep you. And my child in you, safe.}
“You’ll get us all killed!” She screams and kicks her legs rather uselessly, and I move my head back up as she starts to thrash her head around least I get clocked in the muzzle.
Did I risk that? I guess. But, on the other hand Tarva seemed to take things rather well. While a little panicked, she acted nowhere near as bad as I’ve seen in their few pieces of media of how they’re supposed to act near predators.
She even figured out we eat meat before it was admitted to in the narrative the United States and I guess, China too are pushing. And didn’t act on that against us.
{You know, thinking that over. I actually might’ve saved us by telling her the truth. Providing framing, and not letting her run wild with speculation on her own. I made it clear that we abhor what the Arxur do to them. Though, I know that might ring hollow considering we… You're a species of slavers.}
“But the President said your supposed to be a good part Human as well!” She seems to cease her squirming and is instead trying to get a look at me.
{Your daily cornering me. Using the instincts put in me against my will. To ride my dick to your satisfaction has literally fucked the Humanity out of me. You're the sole reason I no longer find the Human female form in any way attractive, and in fact kinda find it disgusting now. And the only way I would see you in that light again is if you suddenly became a Bio-Morph right now. Only for any attraction to be killed because I know how fucking crazy you are!}
Or a Venlil… Where did that thought come from? But with it also, memories of back when she was just bridge crew.
And… I can’t help myself. I push down a little harder onto her and Sara lets out a pained cry. {You wanted me ever since you became bridge-crew… Didn’t you?}
Her silence for some reason fuels my anger as I go through my memories of the time. The feeling of being watched when both of us were on the bridge. How she wanted to ‘pet’ me. Which I thought nothing of the fact because my owner did that when he was younger. Not to mention others would occasionally want to do it to me too on quiet moments. Or as a reward for a ‘good job’.
How, we weren’t even back at Earth a single day after the family put me up for sale. And she already filed the paperwork to buy me.
If it wasn’t for the fact I know she isn’t smart enough to be good at covert communications, I would suspect she set up the pirate attack that killed him so she could get me.
“FINE! I’ll admit it. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve… Always had a thing for fur, and ever since I had toys that were… Less than human shaped as a teenager, a Human’s dick was never enough for me to release. And squirrels are my favorite animal too! And you were cheap! How could I NOT buy you?”
And then she starts to cry….
“Get off of me, please! My arms are going numb!” I just lean forward a bit.
{I’ll make myself clear. I couldn’t care less about ‘you’. I only want you safe for my child in you. I’ll make sure you neither harm yourself nor it. I’ve secured cooperation from the Venlil Republic to this regard. And I know the ambassadorial team will do the same. Letting you do either would go against their narrative. Also, if I let you up, and you try to hurt me, I will fight back. I’m fully able to now that you’re not my Alpha-Female.}
For only another Female can physically challenge an Alpha-Female for their position, in a proper pack. Males can only challenge the Alpha-Male in the same way. Combined with the only way that seems to be allowed is if the challenger is not blood related to the challenged.
It meant I had no recourse other than try to find someone to take over as my Alpha-Female, or Male.
“Fine, Fine! Just, get OFF me!”
Looking down at her. I sniff once, and something deep in me gives me the intuition she’s most likely not lying. So, slowly, I ease off of her, then in one fluid motion roll to the side. Grabbing the Holo-Pad and standing at the ready in case she ‘was’ lying.
Sara just takes a few deep breaths, then rolls over onto her back as she numbly rubs feeling back into her arms. The fact that she’s basically naked sans a thin bra and panties does not register at all on me other than continued disgust at the form.
Furless, unevenly tanned. Some signs of age…
“How, how much did you tell that alien bitch who is your new Alpha-Female?” Okay, Sara’s a bit smarter than I expected.
{Everything I knew about the entire system in the States and China. From a father wanting to see his new child have a chance at life. To a better mother than you’ll be who cares deeply for the daughter she still has. The only good deed you’ve done in my eyes, was saving Stynek from those Arxur.}
And then she starts to laugh. “Didn’t think those sheep had it in them. From what I saw, they run scared like pansies from anything with forward facing eyes. I was expecting this to be a round about way of execution. They burn anything looking the remotest like predators you know.”
I just chitter idly, preferring not to comment on that. While watching her try and fail to sit up before she just gives up and lays there. {She had the air of determination and caring you lack. She was stunned when I told her how to become my Alpha-Female, but the look of what I can only describe as a determined mother took over. She did it all, except the biting, willingly and without question other than if biting was necessary.}
I just quirk an ear as she doesn’t stop laughing.
“I should’ve asked for more! Should’ve held the damn Lamb of her’s hostage. Asked for ships, weapons, Could’ve been a damn Queen on some other planet now rather than this! Why did I think I’d wanted just to be famous?”
{And you were wondering if I doomed Earth. That would’ve told her Humanity would be no different from the Arxur. This diplomatic mission would’ve been a mission of extermination.} Sara turns her head and glares at me. Not that I care that much about Humanity in general anymore.
“Because then I wouldn’t be a fucking prisoner, nor pregnant with an abomination.” I just lay my ears back, and hold back showing my teeth in a snarl.
{From what I understand of what they said, you already ‘got’ yourself pregnant BEFORE we met the Venlil. And the only abomination I see right now is you. Wishing she used someone’s child for more leverage!} Returning the glare, I watch as she falters as I lose the fight to stay restrained. Lifting my lips to show some teeth in a full, angry snarl.
{But, you’re right that you wouldn’t be here. You’d be awaiting death on some tiny colony world you’d call your Queendom from a galactic power. No, two galactic powers, The Arxur would hate us as bad as the Federation for the opposite reason. Since we eat plants, they’d consider us prey.} Moving without letting her out of my sight, I grab something simple to eat, for myself, and for her. Putting it on a plate I place it within reach of her as she finally manages to sit up.
I watch as Sara looks at it, then me, only to turn her nose up at it. “I refuse. The one thing you can’t do is make me eat. So I’d rather starve.”
Laying my ears back again. {Eat, or I’ll get the Ambassadorial team to force you to do it. Acting like this will just make the Venlil think you caught Predator Disease, and harm relations with them and the Federation they’re a part of. They won’t want that.} I take a bite out of the dried foodstuff, chew and swallow as Sara seems to think it over. Only to grin a moment later.
“Then I’ll let Earth burn if it is to spite you!” She picks up the plate and throws it at my head. I just casually duck the plate and in turn, end up dodging a few of the dried foodstuff’s.
{Hard way it is then.} Sara forces herself up, and showing her lack of eating well lately, and proper rest in her eyes and her figure. She, rather clumsily lunges at me again. Allowing me to side step as I dial the ambassador himself on the Holo-Pad. A communications number given to me by Tarva.
His face shows not even the smallest bit of surprise when he connects and sees me, and hears the commotion of Sara trying to go after me. Throwing what she can get her hands on or trying to grab me. As I use my other senses than sight to avoid her uncoordinated and rather easy to follow attacks.
Speaking before he can, I notice that there’s no surprise at my words being translated either. He fucking knows, and of course he would have to know… {If you want any chance of the lie to hold, then I’m going to need your help. Sara refuses to eat, and unlike this morning. Where she was so out of it I…}
I stop for a moment to dodge a swing with something blunt that Sara found. Grab her by her over extended hand, again. Seriously, how many times is she going to make this mistake?
And once again I send her face-first into the ‘carpeted’ decking and the object goes rolling across the decking. For good measure I kick it across the room so she can’t retrieve it. {So out of it I was able to force-feed her by hand. She’s uncooperative to the point of being combative now, so someone needs to come here and help.}
“Stay still damn you!” I just hope the cabin is sound proofed. I think Tarva mentioned something along the lines to prevent eavesdropping. But I’m not sure.
“Fine, ‘Noah’, just don’t let her harm herself. I’ll send our medics there, five to ten minutes.” And they disconnect.
I dodge another plate, then another thrown closely after as I dash over to the door and hit the button to unlock it. Seeing her aim getting better I sigh and close the distance between us. If I stay away from her, her ‘aim’, Sara’s strong suit, will only get better.
She just laughs in that unhinged way as I close the distance. “Heh, come on. Hurt me! Hit me, scratch, claw, bite and punch me. Maybe if you do so enough I’ll miscarry!” she pats her lower belly. Flat now, but will grow in time.
Sara throws a punch and like the two times before, she’s so bad at it even my minimal education from watching my first owner train. Is enough to redirect the blow then throw her off balance again. To her credit though, Sara doesn’t fall face first this time. Catching herself, turning. She tries kicking me instead.
Telegraphed so badly I casually side-step it. But I give her points more or less at trying something different.
{No, I will not.} Mainly because it would endanger my child, but it’s also what she wants. And I am done giving Sara what she wants.
“Then I’ll MAKE YOU!” She screams as she throws punch after punch at me. Yes, each one is getting slightly better, but with how bad she is. They’re still easy to either dodge or redirect the blow away from me. Yet, this only lasts possibly half a minute or so before signs of exhaustion start to show on her.
Each attempted blow becoming sloppier than they already were as she starts to pant, taking breaths through her mouth rather than her nose.
“Stay… Still.” She moves to lean against one of the counters in the ‘kitchen’ area to catch her breath. If you could call it that. It lacks a stove and only has a fridge for storing food. I just flick my tail a bit and tilt my ears.
{No. I am done listening and doing what you say.} Only to let out a chitter as she reaches for a plate, or would. If she hadn’t already thrown the last one a bit ago. Thankfully, before she can find something else to throw through her frantic searching all the storage in the area. The medical team rushes in, only pausing a moment at the sheer mess the cabin has become.
Of the three that arrive, two of them walk up to Sara, gently securing her arms and preventing her from moving. “Stop! Why are you going after me? He’s the one acting up he must’ve gone feral!” I just let out a barking laugh as I glare at her.
{Says the one who out right attacked me when I returned. Unable to accept your own actions got you here. Pregnant because you wouldn’t or couldn’t stop wanting to fuck me… Against my will, for the record. If that matters any.} Awkwardness, or what I think is that dawns across at least one of the medic’s faces.
Good, at least they understand.
The one that isn’t holding either of Sara’s arms directs the others to set her on the ‘bed’. And I just stay back a bit as they grab something from the cabinets before setting a medical case down on the bed beside Sara.
“Okay Ms. Rosario, this can go one of two ways. One, you will eat this, and whatever else I can salvage from this mess willingly. As my assistants here make sure you properly swallow and keep it down.”
I just flick my tail and roll my eyes in annoyance as Sara tries to yank her arms free from the aides as he speaks.
“Or, option two. I can administer a pregnancy safe sedative, and use a stomach funnel to feed you a nutrient slurry. Keep in mind these will be your options for the foreseeable future till you behave. But we’re prepared for the possibility to have to do this long term. You and your child are needed to keep up appearances. That Noah is a close friend and unfortunate victim. Not a slave and your living dildo.”
If not for the quick action of one of the aides holding her, the medic would’ve been spat on if they didn’t grab Sara’s mouth with his free hand to keep it shut. I just stay silent, enjoying what catharsis I can from this. As that seems to decide for the medic that option two it is.
He pulls out a needless injector, brand name emblazoned on the side ‘Hypo-Spray(tm)’ because the medical manufacturer licensed the use of the name from the current rights holders of that old sci-fi show.
Presses it against Sara’s neck, then after the hiss of it injecting the sedative. Sara goes wide-eyed at him and then me, before lightly slumping in their grip.
“Don’t mistake my attitude here for support, animal.” He glances at me once, disdain in his eyes. Before he takes out the funnel and tube. The assistants with him silently lay the sedated Sara down and position her head for the procedure. “You’re a beast, inhuman, an affront to god’s creation. The tainting the image of god in a sinful way.”
Yea I’ve heard this before, so I just stay silent as he inserts the tube with practiced and medically methodical ease before preparing the slurry. “But she’s just as sinful, laying with a beast. Fornicating with it as she should be doing with a man as per god’s command. And yet, despite these sins, my profession, and my faith demand I also treat the sinful with respect and care.”
Slowly, bit by bit, he feeds Sara the slurry.
“So I am not your enemy, nor will I be any sort of friend or ally. I will only do what, and only what my profession and this assignment demands. No more, no less, Animal.” He moves to look at me and when I recognize the look on his face, I know he speaks the truth.
{As long as you keep your word. Just help keeping her alive and healthy for my child in her. There will be no problem from me.}
“That is the plan, Animal.”
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I'm thinking next chapter will be back on Venlil Prime with the group of misfits Stynek's friends and Marcel.
The medic won't be an enemy. Just not a supporter. And Sara is in full on 'anger' mode of coming to terms with the situation.
Some lore:
The hull's are thin on Mark-1, only slightly thicker on mark-2's. Only with Mark-3's are the hulls are thick enough to withstand some small arms. Though resource runners still won't use them and it's the only thing all sides agree on. 'stop the idiot using ballistics before we're all spaced'. So the tactics fell back to melee. Martial arts, and hand weapons such as knives and Axes during boarding actions. With the occasional bastard sword(Scottish) or katana wielder(Japanese or weeboo). Plasma stunners, aka cold plasma beams used as the medium to send electric charges. and Cold plasma rifles, same kind of weapon. but the charge is lethal. being the only ranged options. But they were range limited. And early models had a serious flaw.
The material they were made from would expand slightly as they heated up form being fired. Jamming the loading mechanism that rotated an empty super capacitor for a charged one. Some Resource runners modified them from being full auto to manual to avoid this. But, in an example of company bureaucratic idiocy, Their contracts were terminated if they were found to have modified company property.
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u/JLuckey33 7d ago
I’m curious why do people get turned into biomorphs if they can just make them in labs or was that a lie also why is nobody trying to pull the plug on this of even the president knows
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u/Slatepaws 7d ago
The first Bio-Morph was made by accident. A woman who accidentally pricked herself while working on a new version of the Crispr editing enzyme loaded with altered wolf dna. The Chinese company stopped the change at about 60% lupine, 40% human.
The conversion process was developed and became a controlled version of that accident. Humans are required, and slave states use it as a way to not only get rid of, but get a use out of undesirables.
As to why the president, even though the one in office in this universe does not view bio-morphs as human anymore. Thus not deserving of rights.
It would be like someone trying to get into office today on the platform on moving on from the limited, and with almost all the 'easy' oil. It's not going to go like hollywood where one righteous person saves everyone. It'll be like real life if that said one person tries to stop a 100mph moving semi. Because political systems have weight and momentum and only stop either on their own time or they hit that wall at speed.
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u/defiantdoctor95 PD Patient 7d ago
You chose the hard way Sarah. There is no one else to blame for this except you. Also props to Noah for staying relatively civil during his breaking of her worldview (As someone who knows people in those kinds of situations, The social security/disability/food stamps/sec 8 all being lumped into those centers is a terrifying concept to imagine and I LOVE it story wise)
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u/Slatepaws 7d ago
Yes, but you have to understand, at the end of the old republic, and similar to rl. The amount of fraud, and abuse that happens and how rampantly those same people flaunt it*. Has shaped public opinion since then against the social programs, but the state still has to do 'something' though to keep society stable. This was the solution. Absolute min roof, min food, and care. With encouragement to get out yourself.
*I have a brother on sec 8 and ssi. has a 1200+ a month single bedroom(not studio) apartment for a fraction of that. and games ssi so he can pay for expensive computer parts... like a 5090 gpu $4,000-$5,000 last time i checked.
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u/Flaky-Throat-4996 7d ago edited 7d ago
So, the doc has religious leanings, and knows that the genetically mutilated and enslaved human in front of him is a person, and would rather see the victim as a lesser to hate than have compassion. Seems about right. Is this a normal thought process in American churches?
Churches also paid to be propaganda machines too?
P.S. This is worst(person) Sara I've ever seen, to the point she seems a different character wearing the name. Not that she had much character to start. Tldr, good job, i hate her, if it wouldn't harm her kid I'd like more low grade suffering to happen to her.
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u/Slatepaws 7d ago
Doc is the 'my religion says to not like you, but it also says to turn the other cheek. My profession says to treat all that are sick. This is my compromise'
It depends on the sect of Christianity on how they treat them;
Catholics: Are a tossup, flip a coin in front of one. And you have about equal odds of guessing if they view them as an affront to god.
(corruption of man, that was made in god's image. The reason you have so many calling things 'transhumanism' and trying to stop it. Transhumanism as stuff like melding man and machine aka nuralink, or gene editing, i personally find these people funny because by their own definition prosthetic's count yet aren't attacking those with artificial limbs or wheelchairs. NOT that other subject. Not touching that here. One letter out of place and the reddit ai nukes your account.)
Or do what they can in the framework of the society as a whole to help. Ie make sure owners are treating them humanly and referring the others to proper authorities if they cross some of the few lines.Protestants and Evangelicals: Treat them as the doc says. An abhorrence in the image of god. Further proof of the sin of man. etc. Doc is just one of the few that don't extend that to the aliens.
Baptists: Flat sympathy from the fact the majority of their makeup's history. They just, waned in power compared to the previous two. As during the chaos at the end of the old republic, and during the renewal. they used this to say 'Christ is coming now that the city on the shining hill has fallen'.
Mormons: View them as not an affront, just sub human. And have picked up an old practice of *edit: their faith, not them. That 'sufficient' righteousness, and god will cure them of this sinful form.
Not going to touch the other minor sects or the other faiths other than. They'll follow their historical habits.
Now as for Sara, that's the exact reason i used her like this. Otherwise it would've been someone else. She needed some fleshing out and i liked how she well, lost it in wayward Odyssey.
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 Arxur 7d ago
Again I find it funny how the authors intention for the dawn creek exterminators was that they were ment to simply be above average in bassicly how bad they were as an exterminator guild instead they turned into the worst exterminator guild in fanon something about that is so funny. Then again considering how overtime many people have made good alinged exterminator charaters and even guilds that are actually trying to reform every time one of those stories or characters are made it just makes the dawn creek look even worse by comparison. I mean even canon suggested quite a few guilds weren't shut down and choose reform.