A Matter of Category
Nothing could have been easier than the capture and cataloguing of the human race. They stare into screens entranced, using meager digits to click and swirl, as if amused skipping rocks on the same pond. Their primitive minds mesmerized, we penetrate various prime specimens in plain view. Our laser beam a pinhole above, camouflaged by curved corridors. Its ionizing radiation dismantling each target. Soon we will open our archive housing every known variety of earthling, their parts shelved in glass jars and transparent bins for easy examination. Our only struggle, a matter of category: bipedal decimal system or genetic genre?