"How to Serve Man"

The idea is much appreciated Erin Haan, I kind of had no idea what I was doing, so just roll with it.


        The year is now 2878 if you were to still follow a Gregorian calendar. 293 years after the first Kluurgg invasion, and 63 years after the Umungs rebellion. Generations had came and gone knowing nothing other than these 2 simple facts, which had now became an unspoken laws: Any form of rebellion resulted in immediate relocation to Kilontri Umpbar in the Qarsec region. A more simple pair of words would be torture chamber, but such words had been lost, like many others, with the lives of the rebels who thought they could outsmart their new overlords.
        The other law was much more simple, and pleasant, at least, compared to the alternative. The second law was that you must always remain mentally stimulated during Quark hour. It was not hard to do, given the fact that the all you had to do was stare at the giant screen for an hour. Life for the Umung was to the point where they didn't even have to think about the fact that they were- well, thinking.
        The Qaturilli region housed  nearly 200 million Umungs. It was one of the largest of regions on what was left of Earth. Umungs originally had populations well over 15 billion, but the number was easily halved after the first year of the invasion, and subsequently lowered until their numbers were much more manageable by the Kluurggs. One some accounts, the numbers were much closer to 4 billion, half living in each Region but it is impossible to trust any data from the Qarsec Region, So Khalistar only dealt with what he knew was fact.
       Personally, Khalistar figured it would be easier to just obliterate the entire planet, and quit wasting time with these annoying pink creatures. But, he had been left in control of the harvest, one of the most important jobs in the whole process. It still irritated him that, while given a high position, he was still stuck on Earth dealing with stinky Umungs rather than sitting in on part of the high council with his older Brother Khalikhan.  He remembered the day he had been given the order. It was a bitter memory, but every detail was still crystal clear in his mind.  He decided a quick walk would help clear his mind, for he had a lot of work to do in the upcoming weeks before the Great Khalikhan- Leader of the council, would come to  visit his lovely Earth for the harvest, a matter most important indeed.

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      "It's quite simple really,  the Umungs are an interesting creature. Most of them follow the stimulus and are quite docile. The matter they possess however, is worth less than the air they need to breathe. But alas, we need to keep them for breeding purposes." The class listened in curiously too see what else their teacher could tell them about these, strange, and apparently useless creatures. The teacher continued on after quickly scanning to make sure all of the young Kluurggs were awake.
      "You see, A dumb Umung is much easier to control than a smart one. But in order to harvest their matter it must be properly stimulated. Which presents us with the great dilemma."   The class leaned in closer, what dilemma was so strong that it troubled even the great Kluurgg race?
     " Everyday. the Umungs are monitored during the Quark hour for any signs of intelligence. This is vital to the existence of our race" "However, any Umung we find with an unusual amount of brain activity has a much higher chance to rebel the harvesting process.  If they give us entire that decide to Rebel however, are quickly removed and given to the Qarsecs." the group of young Qanturilli's gasped. "And we are unable to process the intelligence."

Short story long. Aliens want our brains. Does that make them zombies? spoo0oo0oky.
Poop. I got distracted and kind of put this off watching funny videos online. I have no idea what to think of this, I hope it satisfied you hahaha.