Haters

Haters

We are a NATION of Haters.

WE hate different skin colors.

WE hate different spiritual beliefs.

WE hate different points of view

WE hate those more fortunate than ourselves

WE hate those with different political views

WE hate people of different body sizes.

WE hate people of different orientations.

WE hate newcomers from other countries.

WE hate street people who have nothing.

WE hate for the very purpose of HATING- TO SEPARATE US.

DO NOT PREACH to me how YOU LOVE EVERYONE when you clearly DO NOT.

DO NOT SING YOUR SONGS OF UNITY TO ME when you clearly seek division.

You LOVE those who agree with you.

You LOVE those who act like you.

You LOVE those who live the way you do.

You LOVE those who speak the way you speak.

You LOVE those who have the SAME skin color as you do.

WE ALL SHOULD BE ASHAMED!..…

ULTIMATELY, DEATH will silence the HATE

we so proudly proclaim but not the hurt we leave behind!

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“Captain’s log entry dated 10212315. Today marks the third day that the food replicator has completely shut down. The crew, at least some of them, before the failure, took special efforts to request items that could be stored away just in the event of something like this. Our journey hasn’t ended, and we still have at least a year before we arrive at our final destination. If the system isn’t repaired to full capacity within a reasonable length of time, the crew will experience an almost unthinkable scenario. I’ve given my order for the crew to be vigilant and watch the replicator’s operating cycles. I’ve ordered them to store what they could of the food products that would last at least a week. At this time, the plan has been marginally successful. It’s the opinion of the scientists and engineers that we should expect complete system failure within a month, maybe two. It was beneficial to the mission that I refused to awaken the remaining passengers. If every passenger had been awakened there wouldn’t have been enough to feed everyone. A greater loss of life has been avoided, but yet I regrettably ponder the possible outcome if the system fails.”

For Captain Astral, the tone of her voice reflected the tone and emotional sadness of an unthinkable prophecy that might happen to the crew and its passengers. She shook the thought from her mind, swiveled her chair away from the console, and stared straight ahead as if she could already see the inevitability of the coming circumstances.

Finishing up, she switched the ship's log recorder off. Standing up, she walked to her window, sighed, and took a long hard look at the solar system where their predicted salvation was to be found. Many things in life are repulsive, and in this solitude of her quarters, she knew she and those who were awake would have only one solution to this insurmountable problem. Hopefully, the stored food would last long enough for the captain to formulate a plan, an acceptable plan, one that would work to keep most of her crew alive long enough to arrive at their destination without ravaging too many of those who remained asleep.

“I’m not asking for your permission!” shouted the captain as she stood up from her conference chain in the officer’s quarters. “If I needed your approval then I wouldn’t be Captain. Now, as difficult as this may be for all of us, we must make a decision.” she snapped.

“Captain, if I may add something here.” commented one of the invited scientists as he raised his hand to offer an expert's opinion.

“And what might that be, Dr. Selverman?” asked the captain as she tried to remain focused on the problem at hand.

“Well, as you are fully aware, and forgive me for being repetitive, we’ve experienced the unexpected. Our journey to this planet that lies ahead may or may not be what we expect it to be. After many hours of tedious research, scans, and calculations, the world, the new Earth, isn’t filled with water or animals or any other lifeforms as we’d hoped it might be. It’s a barren, desolate planet with minimum resources that, at very best, sustain only a small colony once it’s established on the surface. Now, having said that, and here’s the proof of my research, we must make the best decision that is best for us all.” he stated.

“What you’re telling us is that there’s no food on the planet and the food replicator has completely shut down. Is that what you’re telling us doctor?” asked Captain Astral as she reeled from the data presented that spelled the doom of the mission and the extension of mankind if no solution could be found.

“Yes, Captain, that’s what I’m telling you. Unless we implement your plan, however horrific it may be, we are all lost. It is better that some live rather than all of us die. It is better that those who would’ve otherwise perished give of themselves so that mankind, those of us here, may live to tell the tale of the ship named “Resurrection”. If there is to be a resurrection of mankind, it must first be killed. Then and only then can life come from death. I know this isn’t what all of you want to hear, but that’s the reality of our situation.” concluded the scientist as he sat down in his chair and looked away from the other members of the team.

Truth, even in its most raw form, is still the truth. For the Captain and her crew, scientists, and engineers, there was only one option.

“How say you?” asked the captain as she dissolved protocol to take a vote on the proposal on the table.

“Yes, yes, yes…” stated each of those in attendance.

“Then the vote is unanimous.

Without coming right out and calling it what it was, those remaining discussed the morality of the proposal. There were ways of carrying out the plan that would show respect and dignity to those who would pay the ultimate price. Regardless of how it was done, there were no other options. The scientists determined that a simple system that sustains those in hibernation, if turned off, would allow the traveler to continue their voyage into their imagined Nirvana, thus leaving the necessary remains that would be shared by the remaining crew members.

“You have my authorization.” remarked the captain as she lowered her head.

“Captain don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s been done for thousands of years in many countries. And, if it’s any consolation, they weren’t in the type of situation that we are, they did it because they chose to do it. We’re being forced into this.” commented the scientist who would champion the effort.

Once alone in silence and the last footsteps faded away, the captain resolved herself to the fact that someone must survive. Turning back to her console, she activated the ship’s log and made one more entry. “This is Captain Astral of the ship “The Resurrection”. It’s with the deepest regret that I file the last entry. There won’t be any others until we land on the planet. Es minus felices consumimus ut vivamus. We have become cannibals consuming those less fortunate so that we, mankind, may remain alive.”