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Human Farm (A story)
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What would be the perfect slaughterhouse?

If you have ever been in a slaughterhouse, you will have hard time eating meat for the next couple of days.

Especially if you're in one of those local slaughterhouse in some developing country, you'll seriously think about going vegan.

The sight of chickens being decapitated... and cows being slaughtered... it's terrible.

And it's not just the killing of the animal, it's the whole process of raising them... transporting them... and then slaughtering them. In some countries, the pigs are put in a cage, just slightly bigger than the animal itself, and hundreds of them are piled at the back of a truck in hot sizzling sun and transported for hours before reaching the slaughter house. The animals go through hellish ride from the farm to their final destination in total fear. You can hear them make all sorts of noise as they make their journey to their death. The pigs are the loudest. You can actually hear them squeel from inside of your car.

Now seeing these horrible sights of animals being maltreated, the people from USA or other more advanced nations cry bloody hell. They say it's cruel, it's inhumane, and it's violation of some kind of rights. Animal rights.

The people from USA or other more advanced nations, they have better ways to kill their animals. More humane ways. Ways that are less painful and not as stressful for the animals. They 'process' the animals on a conveyor belt and the animals are sedated and subsquently killed in systematic manner.

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As you can see, the more 'civilized' your society becomes, so does the slaughter house.

So what would be the ULTIMATE form of slaughter house? The ideal one that makes EVERYONE happy?

How will it operate?

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And if the advancement of slaughter house is a measure of the advancement of civilization, what kind of civilization will have developed the ultimate slaughterhouse?

Will humans ever reach the stage of having the ultimate slaughter house?

Or will the ultimate slaughter house belong to other species, such as Aliens from outerspace?

Because we believe the aliens would be more advanced than us humans, wouldn't their slaughter house be the ultimate slaughter house?

How will the ALIEN slaughter house operate?


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172570 was his name and 157016 was her name. Together they had seven children,

221004, 221151, 221557, 222001, 222478, 222712, and 222979.

172570 liked to play chess on his free time, while 157016 enjoyed yoga. The kids, just being kids... played outside, running and boxing with other children.

Inside the farm, the humans operated the perfect slaughter house. They raised themselves, they fed themselves, and they governed themselves. But most importantly, they slaughtered themselves as well.

The aliens never had to enter the farm, they only collected the product from the outside.


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One day, 222979, who just turned 6 last Sunday, asked her daddy,

"Daddy, what's the purpose in life?"

And her daddy smiled at his little girl and said, as if saying a matter of fact,

"To become their food, of course. You should try to become the best food for the aliens, 222979... that's why you should eat your vegitables and excercise regularly."


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The Aliens have captured a dozen males, and a dozen females humans, and boarded them on their space ship which had a large compartment which was used to grow humans.


It was like carrying live chickens on sailing boats. You get fresh meat while you're on voyage.


The Aliens reprogram the humans' brains, and educate them that the purpose of life, is to become their food.


The captured humans believe that they're goal in life is to bear offsprings and raise them to be eaten by the Aliens.


But they do not fear the Aliens, they just take it as a fact in life. Just like us humans take a lot of shit for facts in life.


Inside the space ship, the humans live... they're given daily food from the Aliens, and they enjoy relatively comfortable life. They have rooms, source of entertainment, education, art, sports... They live as if they're on some sort of paid vacation.


Once you think about it, it's not such a bad idea to be living in the Human Farm.


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The first thing you'll notice in the Human Farm, is the look on everyone's face.

They seem happy. Not just happy, VERY happy.

They seem to have no fear, they seem to have no hostility. They almost never fight over anything, but they're not emotionally dead either.

They laugh. They cry.

They feel sad, they feel glad.

They feel, but they don't fear. They have emotions, but they don't have aggression.

I asked one of the livestock in the Human Farm,

"What makes you so happy?"

And he said,

"I'm happy because I have no fear of death."

And I asked,

"How's that?"

And he said,

"Because I know exactly when I will die."

And I asked,

"So exactly when will you die?"

And he said with a big smile on his face,

"At 13.00 hr on October 7th this year."

He said it with such a certainty, that there was no doubt about what he said.

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It was half past midday of 7th of October. I will be 24 years old in half an hour, the perfect age for best quality human meat.

I took a last look at myself on the mirror, and thought I had enough meat on my limbs. The meat on my body was lean, and there was just enough fat to make it just juicy.

Also I was certain that my strict diet had made my intestine perfectly ripe for the Aliens to eat. I was certain I would score high on the quality test.

I had no clothes on, because where I was going, there was no need for clothes. I looked at the clock on the wall and it'll be the last time I needed to know the time.

And it was time to go.

I walked over to the process chamber and sat on the provided chair. I placed my hands and feet on the designated position and the chair took care of the rest.

It locked my limbs and my head so I would be immobilized, and once I was secured, the chair slided through the corridor and traveld on a conveybor belt. I was passed through a door, which closed behind me, and soon I was showered with cold spray of anti-bacterial agent and water.

Hot air dried my cleaned body and the chair exited the sanitizing room.

I had never been inside the process line before, but it was as if I had been in here a million times. I knew the process by heart, because everyone in the Human Farm are supplied with full information on what happens inside the processing chamber at the end of our days.

After we are thoroughly sanitized, we are tested for the quality of our meat, which is all important procedure because it will decide how we will be processed next.

Those of us with high quality meat are taken to the right chamber, where we are sedated, and then our blood drained. Our body will be processed for different parts, and the Aliens will consume it fresh and raw. It's a rare commodity, even for the Aliens.

Only the previledged Alien can enjoy fresh human meat.

Those with lower quality meat are taken to the left chamber. There, we are thrown into a grinder which mixes and grinds the whole body into some sort of paste, which then can be processed into different things, like sausage-like product the Aliens love so much.

Or made into meat paddies the Aliens put between alien grain pads. The Aliens call it 'Manburger'.

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For the Aliens, space travel is like cruising around the Medditeranean. Some of them travel in speed boats, or spacecrafts, but some of them travel in 5 star cruise boats, or spacecruisers.

There are many spacecruise lines operating in the Universe, but there was only one that was regarded as being the BEST, and it is the GGrass Space Cruise.

Absolutely fabulous cruiser. Travels all over the Universe, jumping from one galaxy to another, from one planet to another.

The inside of the cruiser was said to be the most luxurious of all cruisers, and it costed a solar system to be a passenger on this legendary ship.

But the name of GGrass Space Cruise was not famous because of its luxuriousness... nor because of its 5 star service...

But it was for the unique menu they served every dinner that made it the most attractive cruiser of all cruisers.

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The casino is full. Aliens are having a good time. Soon it will be dinner time. The mood is exuberant. The air is filled with anticipation of what's to come.

The time has come. The announcement of dinner.

People line up towards the dinner hall, many of them in couples. Hand in hand they walk towards the hall, and one by one, they are shown their table. Everyone seem happy.

H'orderve is served. People don't even bother. They're waiting for the big entre.

And it comes.

They come in a large porcelain plate with round silver cover. Can't wait to see what's inside.

Plates are on the table. The Alinewaiters position beside the dish. They lift the cover, revealing...

Chimpanzee feet.

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Hell broke loose.

The Alienguests rose up in anger and demanded explanation.

"What the fuck is this? Where's the human feet we were promised?"

The poor Alienwaiters were becoming target of attack and abuse, they were about to be torn apart, when the captain of the cruiser appeared on the stage and called for his attention.

"Calm down everyone!"

The captain had authority in his voice, and the noise died down to deafening silence.

"There has been shortage of human meat this morning. But I will make sure that tomorrow you will be served real human feet. Double portion too. So please. Enjoy the chimpanzee feet, it'll be a pleasant change."

The captains plee, which sounded more like an order, had subdued the hungry aliens, and soon they were discussing how different the two feet tasted.

Over the after dinner drinks, they've come to a conclusion that the chimpanzee feet had less flavor than the human feet, and that the flavor is unique to only the human feet, and it is that flavor that makes Earth their favorite destination.
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#2
No slaughterhouse at all, but then there would be lost of people out of jobs...?
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#3
Amigo ... Scared
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#4
Did you like the story? Was it at least interesting? :biggrin:
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Amigo Wrote:Did you like the story? Was it at least interesting? :biggrin:
Yes, it kept me reading Wink
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Amigo Wrote:Did you like the story? Was it at least interesting? :biggrin:

Yes, very much but NO PHOTOS Poke2
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fjp999 Wrote:Yes, very much but NO PHOTOS Poke2
Your supposed to use your imagination!:tongue:
Silly Sarcastic So-and-so
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#8
My friend, I enjoyed your story, thanks for sharing, Ben.Cool
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#9
Dear Amigo,

In the event you are not familiar with him, Kurt Vonnegut was an American author who wrote in a whimsical and iconoclastic style. Within his many novels, he has recurring characters who often appear in several of them. One of them is an obscure and reclusive (though not by choice) writer of science fiction novels named Kilgore Trout. Trout seems to have a different, obscure publisher for each of his novels; publishers which seem to have a penchant for becoming defunct not long after publishing a book by Trout. Although he probably holds the record for publishing the most books that almost nobody ever read, he does have a very small but zealous cult following amongst some of the other characters within Vonnegut’s novels.

Even his minute following readily acknowledges that he can’t write. However, they hold him in such high esteem because they find his imagination and ideas per se to be visionary. After reading your short opus, Kilgore Trout sprang to my mind.

As far as the mechanics of your writing, your piece is replete with word omissions and word substitutions (typing the wrong word for what you intended, such as “they’re” for “their”Wink. Your punctuation is questionable, to say the least, as is your capitalization. The work itself is disjointed as exemplified by your abruptly switching from the third person to the first person midstream and for no valid literary reason that I can discern. I found it distracting.

As to your story’s substance, I found the premise to be superb. I appreciated the play on Orwell’s satire concerning Soviet communism along with your editorial content concerning cruelty to animals. Nevertheless, the execution was sadly lacking in terms of cohesiveness (as alluded to in a previous point) and could have been thought out a tad better.

For example, your opening character of the numeric moniker has seven children. Yet, later we learn that the prime age for humans to go to your allegorical slaughterhouse is twenty-four. This leads one to believe that procreation starts exceedingly young within your futuristic environment (not an entirely implausible premise considering the circumstances you paint). Therefore, one wonders who cares for the children after their parents become entrees on their alien overlords’ dinner menus.

I thought the ending fell flat as something of an anti-climax whereas in a story such as this the ending is all-important as exemplified by Animal Farm. I got the impression that you didn’t know where you were going with the piece when you began it and this accounts for its lack of coherent structure. Finally, I think you fail to adequately explain the passiveness of the human victims, notwithstanding this apparently being a prime theme of your work. Are they in a drugged stupor or the victim of masterful alien brainwashing techniques? I rather suspect you intended the latter as a play on Animal Farm; if so, you could have expounded upon that theme in very effective terms.

If this piece is indicative of your writing, and if you intend to make a serious effort at creative writing, then you have two options. The first is the traditional and far more time-consuming method. Start reading and reading until you have mastered the mechanics of the craft. The second is to find your polar opposite as a writer: a mechanically competent writer who lacks your creative talent (which you most certainly do possess in abundance) and become partners. Find someone who can and will write your ideas into an effective piece of literature.

If I had the time, I would offer such a partnership to you right now, as I indeed fit the description of the writer you should strive to partner with. I write well but lack that spark of creativity which distinguishes the concert pianist from the perfect typist. My only decent work of fiction is “Pride’s Prison,” and that is only because it’s a thinly-veiled personal memoir. If it hadn’t been plagiarized from life, I never could have dreamt it up.

But take heart. What you lack, can be taught. What I lack, can’t.

Best of luck to you.

Don
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#10
Dear Don,

I could not have been more thrilled to read your comment!! Thank you very very much! It was priceless!

As for my lack of writing skill, it's not a suprise really... -__-, It's actually a miracle I can still spell most of the words!

The story was... hm... how do I explain this...

It was taken from at least three different websites.. parts of them were 'threads', and parts of them were 'comments'. It's like a patch work of many different pieces, pieces which were written over many days. (They're all mine though.)

One idea leads to another, and I string them together to make a story...

At first, somebody said something about slaughterhouse, and that got me to think about something... and somebody said something about 'George Orwell', and that got me an idea for something...

I come to work one day, and something comes up in my head, and I write something about it, and then the next day, something different comes up. And I have no idea what I wrote the previous day, but somehow I think they're the same story.

Incoherent. Yes... I need to be less incoherent and more coherent.

Actually the story is not complete. I have omitted the last part of the story because it was becoming too... political. And meaningless to most of you coz it's about local politics, local being Thailand.

I wasn't looking for anything when I wrote the story, and I wasn't looking for anything when I posted it here.

But I think the reward for my story was your comment.

Thank you!
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