The New Harry Potter Show
Alright let’s fuckin’ do this, I FUCKING guess
Okay. Yes. Queen TERF got a new show for her series. They are reviving the series in hopes of getting more money out of the parts that most of the mainstream agrees are still generally good.
Note: I said “mainstream.” Not “people who care about bigotry.” Go on Facebook. JKR was not super invested in her own bigotry at the time the original books were written and has openly admitted that her opinions on trans people have “evolved” over time (obviously in the wrong direction.)
Now, there’s been some talk around “the only actors they’ll be able to get are bigots.”
This is true for the ADULTS.
This is 100% not true for the actual stars and faces of the show, who are, currently, not yet in middle school.
It is highly questionable, even if they wanted to, even if they might be questioning in all the social media storm around this, that they could turn it down - at that age, in show business, your agents and parents make the call for you.
Others have said “Do not bully the child actors because if anyone does the right will be able to point out that the "wokes” are bullying children for their agenda.“ Any amount of hate thrown their way as a result of the politics of the series’ creator will absolutely be used as evidence that trans people and their supporters are monsters.
This is not the primary reason that we should not be bullying them.
These are kids who are about to be thrust into the unique hell that is child stardom right before they hit the far more mundane hell that is puberty and figuring out who or what you are - which they will already be navigating in the spotlight because of fame, and will now, because of choices they did not get to make entirely for themselves, be forced to make with a cloud of controversy and JK’s bigotry hanging over their heads.
Presently they are not yet in middle school. They are still young enough to be sleeping with stuffed animals. They likely have not begun dealing with acne or worrying about serious crushes. They are at the age where we were still hoping for actual hogwarts letters. They’re children - we’re better than bullying them for what adults are using them to do.
Loose your bloodlust where it belongs - the bigot who has decided to thrust them into the spotlight and into an incredibly difficult position in this incredibly vulnerable age out of spite for the previous actors and to further allow her ability to harm marginalized people.
90% of arguments about media could just be solved by saying “different people like different things in their stories” and leaving it at that
this person probably humanizes cops/racists, rape, child abuse, incest etc as long as its fictional lol
this is a good and normal leap in logic to make from this post!
I certainly hope they do, and not just when it’s fictional. Humanizing them is an important step in stopping the actual real-world harm.
If you recognize that they’re human, then you can understand it’s an issue of rationale and perspective, not Inherent Evil - and you can learn to think like an adversary. This is the first step in developing a good security mindset. That mindset, in turn, is the first tool you need to build functional safety measures and protections for your community.
There’s an added bonus, too - if you recognize that they’re people, you’ll notice that not many people are villains in their own narratives. They aren’t choosing to be evil, they’re rationalizing their harmful choices. And you start asking questions.
If you recognize that cops are people, you learn to ask yourself “Am I being reactionary, authoritarian, and needlessly violent?”
If you recognize that racists are people, you learn to recognize and unpack the racist lessons you were taught.
If you learn that rapists are people, you learn to actively verify consent.
By recognizing that terrible people are not Inherently Bad, but choosing to do terrible things for reasons they think justify them, you get better at protecting yourself from them - and protecting everyone around you from your worst tendencies. It’s a difficult and ongoing process, but it’ll protect you far better than any list of specific Bad Things to watch out for.
There’s a flipside to this, of course, and it’s important:
Anyone who tells you that your enemies are inhuman monsters is using you.
Either they’re trying to convince you that they couldn’t possibly be an Enemy because they’re a normal person… or they’re trying to keep you from noticing the little rationalizations. To convince you that atrocity is okay when you do it.
Don’t fall for either lie.
That last point there is really important. How often do people get away with truly atrocious shit, because everyone around them thinks that inhuman monster thing?
Of course my friend can’t be a rapist. They’re my friend, not some inhuman monster!
Of course my sibling doesn’t hit and gaslight their spouse. They’re my sibling, not some inhuman monster!
etc etc etc
So all the little and big things that point to [fill in blank] doing [thing] are rationalized and explained away. Because [fill in blank] is a person and not some inhuman monster, so they’d never!
By dehumanizing people who commit atrocities, we blind ourselves to the ability to do that shit in people we first and foremost see as people already (friends, family, co-workers, etc.) and in ourselves.
Reminds me of the cautious: People don’t want a democracy, they want a dictatorship they agree with. The problem with that, of course, is when a dictator changes you don’t get a say.
Sorry for not posting in a while. The spirit realm was opened and I had to re-kill your grandma
I have some complicated feelings about that but thanks
No problem bud
DISNEY IS FUNDING THE DON’T SAY GAY BILL
THEY ARE PUTTING MONEY INTO THE POCKETS OF EVERY OFFICIAL BACKING THE DON’T SAY GAY BILL
but Disney not putting gay people in CGfest capeshit is definitely because of China and Russia. Those evil, evil Orientals hate the Gays, and us in the enlightened West love gay rights. Disney would totally put those scenes in if it wasn’t for them, for sure, and we can just ignore these repeated expose on Disney execs and the Company’s homophobia.
growing up on tumblr is weird bc they let you say anything on here except show tits but on tiktok you have to censor curse words and say things like d1e and then instagram calls it hate speech for saying u dislike men
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“We give them so little time, especially when time is a thing we transcend. We d0 ot measure it in the arbitrary rotations of celestial bodies, for we have seen the universe come into being, and then watch as the stars passed away, but even we know that 100 arbitrary rotations around an arbitrary celestial body is not enough. Not enough to make a soldier, but the war grows long, and we must fight. It greaves us to say, but our children, our little ones must fight as well, and they must do it while they are still children. We have tried to protect them for as long as we can, tried to hide them away in their vulnerable state, to give them protection, but it is not enough. The darkness grows ever thicker, and the war rages on, sometimes that darkness seeps through the cracks, there is nothing we can do to stop it, it simply is. The Corruption takes them before they even know what they truly are……
….
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Unfortunately my love for HFY began and ended with escapism, this want for adventure
No, I do not want to see aliens getting curb-stomped, or seeing aliens doing forced/exaggerated rxns like as in those nationalistic japanese shows; It gets old, fast, you know?
I want to see humans surprised, weirded out, disgusted, enthused, delighted in reaction to the other culture, and see the aliens doing the same; A true exchange, both sides getting changed as a result of the other
A space captain learns about Polynesian Fire-Eaters during a less than ideal situation.
[Passage from the journal of Olsk M'nthent, Captain of the Happenstance, Star Date: 23:72:5:9]
We could see the search lights in the distance, but it would be too long before they found us. We were cornered by the Zemenan packs against the ship’s fuel tank, which was spraying fuel from multiple points, their vicious hunger only held at bay by several pieces of flaming debris. But they would find their way eventually, either by simply going around them, or waiting for the fire to die down.
I had more or less accepted my fate at the jaws of these slavering beasts, but Crewmate Jonathan seemed to have other plans as he looked around for some form of salvation. I was going to attempt to console him in our last minutes before death when he pushed past me, grabbing one of the burning pieces from the ground. I was about to advise him that burning to death would be significantly more painful than falling to the beasts surrounding us when he stepped past me again, making his way towards the fuel tank.
My mind entertained the thought that Crewmate Jonathan intended to ignite the tank’s contents in a final act of “spite” that his species were prone to when he carefully leaned forward and appeared to actively consume fuel. I watched in horror as his facecheeks bulged outward and he stepped away, turning to face the Zemenan as some of them gathered enough courage to creep around the flames.
In response, Crewmate Jonathan leaned backwards, held the burning debris near his mouth/orifice…. and proceeded to expel flames from his person. My horror turned to awe as he went back and forth from the tank to the increasingly startled Zemenan horde as they retreated further and further from the seemingly unpredictable plumes of flame.
These flames also served to signal our location to the rescue ships. Within the hour, we were being treated in the safety of one of their infirmaries and I took the opportunity to ask Crewmate Johnathan about the spectacular display his just showed, to which he shrugged and stated that he had learned about “fire-eating” from his grandparents. When I pressed for more he simply stated that it had been practiced by his family for generations.
The discovery of this “performance art”, as he put it, has only increased my fascination with the human race. Regardless, I am thankful to have him on board and have increased his pay accordingly.
[Passage Ends]
A: So you wanted to talk to me today about your leave today Irwin?
I: Yes! I wanted to talk about when I would start to get vacation hours? I have been here for about a year now.
A:Yes?
I: Uh..Huh…Now that you mention it I don’t remember you guys mentioning it in the training material for us. You guys do give us a type of “Paid Leave” right?
A: Yes! We also allow holiday’s off when the lunar solstice reaches the Zenith of Kel!
I: Yeah about that…I noticed that your kind tend to live for uh…About six thousand of our years.
A: And? What’s your point Irwin?
I: You do realize that a “Year” on your homeworld is about 30 of ours.
A: That’s pretty cool! Man I love hearing about you human’s home-world! I really like those “chin-chillers” your kind has showed me on their holode-
I: Sorry to interrupt but you do realize that I am 33 of THOSE years old right?
A: *Eyes grow wide and quickly rummages through files to find his application*
A: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHERE IS YOUR PARENTS!??
I: I AM AN ADULT OF MY SPECIES!!
A: *Blinks twice*
A: *Pulls up human lifespan on the holodex*
A: *Looks back at human with sad almost gentle, pitying eyes*
A: I will bring this up with management. Go take the day off.
A: Paid.
Humans are eldritch. They can sing a thousand voices, and they only started space exploration after more than two hundred years of trying to fix their own sick planet. They are guilt-driven, reckless and incredibly terrifying. They scare themselves for fun, they have deadly sports, and they are willing to almost die just to see if something can work.
No other intelligent species we know does that. No one almost killed their entire planet for the sake of profits, and no one discovered they could sing it back to life. No one is fascinated by unknown and terrific creatures that would certainly destroy everything and everyone, much less create art about the mere idea of it. No one dedicates so much of their craft for incomprehensible arts that can only be felt.
The entire universe’s medicine has changed since they arrived. We had to discover ways of erasing memory, of calming someone in the blink of an eye, because human art can make someone so sick they might never recover from it. Rumours spread, and humans were now feared. Everything about them became something terrific.
We knew they felt guilty, from almost killing their homeplanet, but that? That art, those hundreds of thousands of ideas of things that could never be, but still could be thought about? Those hands, smudged with toxic paint and oils, used to create imaginary things that looked too real to be imaginary? Their bodies, almost fragile almost strong bodies, that adapted to everything and could be broken down for the sake of things they deemed as beautiful? That did not came from guilt. It came within their own terrifying natures, along their hundred voices that could heal, along their silence that could destroy, along everything they ever created.
But still, when everyone feared them, humans did not try to attack. They did not try to cover themselves once again with blood. They did not do anything with violence. Despite everything, humanity was kind.
They helped with medicine, with their vaccines. They helped with technology, with their reckless nature of wanting to see if something can explode. They helped with art, by showing their own, and admiring ours.
They helped with history, for their obsession with the past did not allow them to not want to know more. They helped with restauration, for their guilt made them want to stop anyone from making mistakes similar to theirs. They helped with war, for not doing it. They helped with the universe, for despite everything, they still loved.
Humans are eldritch, for everything was set so they could once again use violence, but they did not. Humans are eldritch, because they themselves think they are evil, but still, they do not commit to it. Humans are eldritch, and they will help you out when you need it - just ignore their pets, for they have an obsession with befriending any and all creatures.
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The door to the prison cell burst open.
Blinding light from the hallway pierced into the dark interior like knives and carved forth the image of the darkened rooms sole occupant.
Huddled in a corner, covered in filth, the human prisoner awoken to the sudden commotion.
Before their eyes could adjust the prisoner felt strong hands grabbing him and hoisting him into the air. The feeling of weightlessness didn’t last long as they were then slammed back down into a metal chair at the center of the room.
Multiple straps were drawn across their body from feet to chest until the human could not even move a muscle.
Though still dazed from the rapidly unfolding situation, the human heard the sound of footsteps coming from down the hallway outside the cell.
Ryan Facoon opened his eyes to see his primary interrogator standing in the bright doorway.
Combra Task Maker Hol Gaul.
“If I had known you were coming,” Ryan said as his dizziness began to wear off, “I would have freshened up for you.”
Gaul stepped into the room and without a word struck Ryan across the face with the back of his hand.“You lied to us!”
Gaul’s voice resounded through the room and his following strikes reverberated down the hallway.
Ryan coughed up a glob of blood and smirked.
“Gaul, baby, I can tell somethings on your mind but I’m not psychic; use your words.”Gaul punched Ryan in the chest and Ryan vomited from the impact.
“The target you gave us was not a military convoy!”
Gaul’s fists were clenched so tightly small droplets of blood began falling where his nails cut through flesh.
“It was a civilian craft! Non-military!”
Gaul began pacing back and forth, his whole body showing signs of barely contained rage.
“I sent them the report I beat from you; everything matched from the ships appearance, to the cargo capacity, to even the names of the officers and yet when they scanned the area again after it had been destroyed there was no trace of any residual weapon signatures.”
He turned on Ryan whose head was still hanging limply towards the ground. “You told me that ship was carrying weapons being sold by humans to the Coalition!”
Gaul’s breath was not ragged and uncontrolled. This information he had obtained from the spy Ryan Facoon was meant to be his crowning achievement, something to ensure his promotion out of the interrogators chair and into high command. Yet now it appeared that because of this blunder it would instead be his guarantee to the grave.
“Hehehe….”
Gaul turned to see Ryan snickering to himself, his head slowly rising to show that even through the beating he was still smiling.“You did….exactly….what I hoped you would do.”
Ryan continued chuckling to himself between violent coughs.
“You were just SOOO excited to get anything from me…..weeks after beatings and torture gave you nothing….that when you finally did get something…you went straight to your superiors hehehheh.”
Ryan’s grin grew and revealed blood running down his mouth over his teeth making him appear like a savage beast.
“You were so eager to rise above the shit end job you have that you didn’t even do the slightest bit of digging.” Ryan squirmed in his bindings to better see Gaul. “Sure, all the information on the surface matched up…Names of officers, flight plan, manifest, even the damn coloring of the ship was all the same……and yet….”
Ryan looked directly at Gaul now and though his eyes were still bloodied Gaul could see the smug look of satisfaction in them.
“What was meant to be a weapons transport…..was nothing more than a cruise liner…full of innocent, non-combative….human citizens…..”
Ryan’s chuckling burst into roaring mocking laughter. Despite his body being nearly entirely broken Ryan could not help but feel his body swell with joy was his plan, months in preparation, had finally come full circle.
Gaul struck Ryan once more in the stomach and though he coughed blood again he continued his maniacal laughter.
“What monster are you?” Gaul shouted, striking Ryan again with his fist. “What sort of madman turns on his own people!?”
It took a few seconds but Ryan’s laughter finally died down and he looked at Gaul again, his bloody grin still full as ever.
“You know my people are famed for going to war, yes?” Gaul looked at him inquisitively and Ryan continued.
“We love a good fight, but we always want it framed like we were the ones drawn into the conflict….always the ones who were attacked…”
“So what better way than to have a few thousand of our own defenseless citizens brutally murdered by the barbarians at the gate?”
There was a long silence that followed. Gaul took several steps back as if struck by the horrifying implications his prisoners statement had.
“My job was to get the combra government to draw humanity into their war and you helped me do it spectacularly!
“By now news of your attack is circulating around the entirety of human space.”
Ryan strained against his bonds but he leaned forward as far as he could and triumphantly glared at his torturer.
“Every news broadcast, every terminal page, every data burst sent between planets will be all about how the war like Combra attacked a human cruise liner and murdered everyone onboard!”
“By the end of the week hundreds of capital ships will be assembled and millions of soldiers ready to crush your pathetic empire into the ashes of the worlds you burned!”
Ryan’s gaze was not that of a madman, lost in the ecstasy of his achievement.
“Don’t you see?! You’ve just destroyed your own people!!!”
Roaring laughter once more filled the room as Ryan enjoyed his final victory.
He enjoyed it long enough to feel Gaul’s fist smash into his face with such force that in spun his head so rapidly he snapped his neck from the blow.
The laughter died away and was replaced with the deep gasps of air by Gaul.
He was mad Gaul thought, slowly trying to calm himself down as he left the room; blood droplets continuing to fall from his fists and leaving a gruesome trail behind him.
There was no way humanity could ever defeat the Combra empire…..
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The shift bell screeched across the construction yard and one by one the workers began filing out.
Florp was high up on the five story metal frame when the bell rang out. He had been welding two beams together at the time and had just finished his final weld.
His species were known as Zepoids and were a jellyfish like creature with no eyes, mouth, or other orifice to speak. One might might even be forgiven for mistake them for a large pile of jello upon first contact. Yet the Zepoids were fully sentient and could alter their body structure to fit any shape needed, even going so far to grow several different arms capable of the most delicate of touch or, in Florp’s case, strong enough to hold on to a raw structural beam without slipping.
Carefully deactivating his welding torch and putting it inside his jelly like body, Florp detached from the beam and fell several stories to the ground of the construction site with a loud “Foop!”. The benefit of being a jelly creature lacking any bones was not lost on Florp and he was often picked to handle jobs more often considered hazardous to his fellow workers.
Rolling along the hard surface to the toolshed Florp popped out his welding torch and then left for the exit along with the rest of the workers.
Most of the workers had gotten used to Florp working with them and weren’t scared or uneased by the goo like creature rolling around and over time Florp had made some companions, though the human word for it was “Fir-en-sds”. One of them just happened to walk next to Florp after they left the yard.
“We’re going to head over to the Drunkards Gallows for a few beers,” Ronan said as he walked alongside Florp, “want to join us?”
Lacking any form of muscle to help produce sound Zepoids never needed to communicate using sounds until after their discovery and inclusion into the galactic community. To compensate for this they had learned how to control their bodies mass and inhale air before forming specific openings and exhaling. As the air left through these openings it would generate specific sounds which Zepoids could use to form words if altering the shape in rapid succession.
“Yeeeeesh.” Florp spoke through his wind tubes.
Ronan smiled and turned to some other workers who had been following.
“Florp’s in.” he said and they smiled and nodded.
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The bar was packed tonight but the group was able to find a table near the back. Alongside Ronan and Florp were Jack, Paul, and Moxford; though everyone just called him Moxy.
Florp did not understand the concept of socializing as his existence had never been dependent upon the interactions of others. Yet as he had interreacted with humans more and more he had realized that it seemed highly dependent for them to survive. Over time Florp had adapted this mindset as well oddly enough as he seemed to enjoy his time in the company of others than alone.
He had joined his fellow workers on such outings before often to the same bar and found himself in his usual stool; occasionally reaching out with a goo tentacle and grab several peanuts from the bowl and let them be dissolved slowly in his body.
It was in one such instance when some passers by bumped into Florp’s stool and knocked it over throwing him to the ground. He landed on the floor of the bar and splashed out like a water balloon from the impact. Some of the other patrons who had bumped into him then stepped on Florp while he was on the floor and slipped, throwing them to the floor as well.
One of them tried to right themselves by bracing their hand to the floor, but to do so had put their hand straight through Florp’s body that was still dissolving peanuts.
“Fucking shit!” The patron cried as they felt the skin of their hand slowly start dissolving. They pulled back their hand and cradled it as their friends came over to see what happened. One of them pointed to Florp who was slowly regaining his blob like form.
“That alien freak just attacked us!”
The others of their group sounded off as well.
“Why’d they even let that freak in here?”
“Go back to your shithole you piece of shit!”
“The fuck you thinking hurting our friend?!”
Florp was taking in all of these questions at once and was trying to respond when he felt a bottle thrown against him. One of the group had picked up a nearby beer and chucked it at him while he was still on the ground. The bottle impacted Florp but then became stuck in his body as if it had been thrown into a mound of snow.
Before another bottle was thrown Moxy was beside Florp and shoving the harassers back.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing to my friend?”
Moxy was now standing between Florp and he reached down and pulled out the beer bottle that was still stuck in Florp’s body.
“You’re alien freak burned my hand!” The harasser held up his hand to show a thin layer of his skin had dissolved.
“Then maybe you should watch were you’re going.” Ronan said as he joined Moxy while Paul and Jack looked on but kept drinking.
“Who the hell are you?” They pointed to Florp. “This things owner?”
“His name is Florp,” Ronan said, “and he is my friend.”
The other group snickered and laughed.
“"Friends” he says" one of them chuckled. “I guess when you’ve a face that ugly you’d put your dick in anything.”
One of them threw another bottle at Florp but this time Jack was there. He grabbed the bottle mid toss and without beating a stride chucked it right back at the prick who threw it, striking him right in the face sending him toppling to the floor.
Moxy and Ronan looked startled at Jack’s intervention but he just stood their wiping his hands.
“You mess with one of us you mess with all of us.”
Florp was confused as to what was going on but as the man who had been knocked down got back up to his feet he pointed at Jack and shouted “Get him!”
As they rushed forward Paul put down his drink and calmly grabbed hold of his wooden stool and threw it like a club right into the chest of the first one rushing sending them flying.
Another tackled Jack to their table and they struggled for a moment before the wood broke under them and crashed to the floor. Moxy and Ronan raised their fists and starts swinging left and right while Florp rolled around the floor dodging this foot and that.
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An hour later after dodging the cops the group had broke off down and alleyway and took a breather. They bailed on the fight just as the squad cars rolled up outside and fled out the back door several blocks away.
Florp rolled in front of Ronan and stretched himself high enough to match his height.
“Why………fight……them….?” He gasped the words out.
Ronan just let a soft smile cross his face as he kept taking deep breathes.
“You’re one of us mate.” He coughed out before slapping his knee and straightening up. “When someone messes with one of us..”
“…they mess with all of us.” Paul finished as he adjusted his grip on Jack who was still dazed from the bottle of gin that struck him.
Florp pondered this and looked over his friends.
“Thank…you.”
“This peace accord is a farce!” Doogoma swatted the papers off the table sending them to the floor in a blizzard of ink. “We could have won this war and claimed all of Zomoria territory had your people not sued for this!”
He directed his gaze at Melvin who was sitting opposite him at the table casually cleaning the dirt from under his finger nails.
“The human federation league weighed their options and a prolonged war was deemed not to be in our benefit.“ Melvin said as he blew the last speck of dirt off his fingers.
“What fools predicted it would be a long war?” Doogoma reached and pulled a paper from the ground and slapped it in front of Melvin. “Our sources reported that the Zomoria military were on their last legs!”
“Their fleet has the same number of ships on the line as when the war began three years ago Doogoma.” Melvin countered as he casually pushed the paper back, but Doogoma jabbed his finger into it and pressed on.
“Because they have exhausted their entire reserve navy; they have nothing left to bring forward when those ships are damaged or destroyed giving us the advantage we needed!”
Melvin rolled his eyes and adjusted himself.
“You make a fair point Doogma but say we did destroy their fleet, what then?”
Tapping several keys into the data entry built into the table a star map appeared between the two. The outlines of territories were color coded showing the current borders of the great empires. Doogoma pointed at a thin section that separated human space from the Zomoria homeworld.
“We could have launched dozens of ground invasions and-“
“-and wiped out all major resistance cells in a month; yes, yes.” Melvin said rolling his eyes. “Your goals are too short sighted to have been effective.”
“What do you mean?”
Melvin rocked back in his chair. “Yes, we could have wiped out their military easily enough but then we must install garrison forces to maintain order; in every village, in every city, on every planet across all of Zomoria territory.” He waved his hand across the length of the map to emphasize the point. “We are talking millions of deployed troops that would require a constant stream of supplies which we could simply not afford.”
Doogoma grunted. “They could easily live off the land for supplies.”
“And antagonize the local populations?” Melvin countered. “They would already have a target on their back the moment their dropships touched the surface but pillaging lands would only further push the local populations into forming insurgency movements.”
He pointed directly at Doogoma and his voice became serious. “The number of dead soldiers from the occupation would eventually far exceed the current number who have died to earn us this peace.”
Doogoma slumped back into his chair, conceding the point to Melvin. “There is merit to your words, and I fear that nothing short of an extermination of local populations would ensure total stability.”
“Which would open up a whole new line of problems for us,” Melvin casually said as if the slaughter of billions was a trifle of a matter, “many of which would be the universal outcry for the genocide of an entire sentient species.”
“I still yet to see how this peace then gives us victory.”
“Because,” Melvin said smiling, “what we obtained was exactly what we need to destroy the Zomoria.”
Doogoma cocked his head at this. “All we obtained were trade agreements and embassy rights to several worlds.”
“It’s a foot in the door and that’s all we need to pry it open.”
Melvin leaned forward. “The Zomoria are a highly caste based society, each one limited by birth to the caste they were born in to.” Doogoma nodded and Melvin continued. “So it is safe to say those at the lowest rungs of the caste know nothing of the comforts of life….”
Doogoma’s interest was piqued with that last statement.
“Through our trade they will have access to data streamers, fashionable clothing, comfy beds, artworks of astounding beauty, and a hundred other luxuries that at the beginning of the war were reserved only for the ruling caste.”
Melvin entered several keys and the star charts shift to pictures of furniture and happy Zomoria’s. “They will see their standard of living shoot up by leaps and bounds what would have taken generations and at a fraction of the price.”
Doogoma scoffed. “This was your grand master plan; to trade with them?” He was surprised when his response was a smile and nod.
“Once the ruling caste sees this they will attempt to clamp down on trade and reassert the old order. They may even begin confiscating all merchandise that is traded from off world, but by then the damage will be done.”
“The lower caste will see this with hostility as their few simple comforts are ripped from their arms. They’ll hate the upper castes for that, and that will lead to distrust, then questioning, then resentment, followed by several other steps that lead to open revolt.”
Doogoma wasn’t sure how a simple couch could lead to a revolt, but the human’s calm manner made it seem as if it was not as farfetched as it sounded.
“The lower castes will see us as their true benefactors; that by making their lives much easier for them that we are the ones helping them along.”
“And with that level of public support a garrison force would not be viewed as harshly.” Doogoma said as the pieces finally fell in line.
“Exactly!” Melvin said with a grin. “We would deploy our forces to “secure” our trade agreements, but with a level of public support unheard of meaning a need for fewer troops and supplies.”
Doogoma saw the furniture display change back to the star chart to the map of the empires. “Dissent would begin to grow as individual worlds sought to free themselves from the oppressive rule of the current Zomoria government and seek to join the human federation league, thus ensuring a peaceful expansion of territory and the destruction of our enemies.”
“I am impressed you though so far in advance with these plans.” Doogoman admitted.
“We humans like to view goals in the perspective of the long run. We get little today, to ensure we secure the vastness of tomorrow.”
