until they’re slaughtered?” I asked.
She didn’t answer my question, “The adults have three destinations to choose from,” she continued talking, “One choice is designed as a religious retreat, so those seeking salvation choose that one. Once there a holy man leads them to the door! Another is a resort area. They’re told the resort is a utopia where all laws against drug use and any other debauchery are suspended, and they can have as much or as little of any drug or drink known to man during their stay. Once they request their debauchery of choice they’re directed to the door!”
This was the second time she mentioned “The door” so I had to ask, “The door?”
“I’ll tell you about it in just a minute. The humans have a third and last choice, sin city with luxurious dance halls and hotels that give free drinks for all. And there are beautiful men and women prostitutes who never want to get paid, but always lead their clients to the door! This door is the same as at the other two choices. Once the human walks through the door, it slams shut and sets the process in motion,” Another mooo slid through her smiling lips.
“What happens when they go through the door?” I could imagine, but I wanted to hear it from a set of cow lips.
“A noose wraps around their human legs lifts them onto a conveyer upside down where they get electrically shocked or hit on the head with a sledge hammer,” she showed me a switch on the floor that controlled the shocking mechanism.
“Who uses the sledge hammer on them?” I was curious as I couldn’t imagine a cow swinging a sledge.
“We set it up so all an animal has to do is step on that button,” she looked at a button on the floor that had the word “hammer” embossed on it, “As they go down the conveyor line, they have their throats slit, and then the machines pull their skin off. The ones who aren’t dead yet scream so loud when their skin is ripped off that the workers need to wear earplugs.
The human rights groups always complain about this treatment. But this is a business and we decided the line can’t be stopped to be sure each one is dead by the time they reach the skinning machines, it’s too expensive.” She walked over to a trough filled with water and took a long drink.
“You’ll notice that none of the animals working at these slaughterhouses ever display any unnecessary cruelties towards the humans as the humans did when they were in charge,” the cow said. “The slaughterhouses are strictly business for them, cruelty isn’t tolerated.
For now I thought, it remains to be seen if animals are eventually corrupted by their power and turn as cruel as humans had been.”
I traveled around the world and was satisfied with the changes I had made on Earth. In India, I watched as the cows put buckets of milk out for the humans wandering the streets. I inquired of one cow why she did that.
“All Hindus are considered sacred and are never to be slaughtered for any reason. They’re allowed to roam the world at their pleasure and are honored by the cows where ever they happen to be.”
I wondered who milked the cow to fill the bucket, but I wasn’t going to ask. Ready to return home now that I had solved the problem and humans were finally doing something useful for this planet. By them becoming an abundant food supply the planet would have time to heal itself and in the future, if there was a problem, my father could return to fix it. I wondered what he was going to think of my solution.
If he doesn’t like it, I’ll tell him to take it up with the Security Council. The light bubble came through the atmosphere and once it touched down I’d step inside and be wrapped in warm, comforting light for the journey home.
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