The scientist turns its head away Horrified by what it saw. “they eat everything!” It exclaims, attention shifted to the other experimenter. Imperious and dispassionate “yes" is replied “they reproduce voraciously as well.” The smell of ***** “apparently” it continues “consent is not considered” A whirring sounds as the observation window closes. drowning out the weeping from the habitat. “what should we do?” shudder “the suffering….” teeth glint “yes, life is suffering for them.” Dismissively “send them to that 3rd planet in the backwater system" Sudden purpose “should we give them the test?” A chuckle rasps “yes, give them 3 gods and see if they figure it out" Fear flashes “I hope they don't.”
Clearly not my typical style. It was inspired by a very good poet who goes by the name Michael Acker, online anyway. Look him up.