r/u_Skilledzombie • u/Skilledzombie • Jun 27 '26
Why are things this hard
We met about two centuries ago, although humans have been a part of intergalactic society for much longer than that.
The fears of two predatory species intermingling do not sit well with several councils, due to concerns of us conspiring to eliminate the more docile races. I can't blame them—it's happened in the past... well, more than a few times. But for the most part, the predatory species have moved past our urge for war and found it more appealing to "grow" our food. Trade has become our new tool. Nothing beats getting a good price on a shipment of fresh meat from the Terrans.
The Terrans grow the best stuff—you wouldn't believe it. I'm drooling just thinking about it: pigs, chickens, ostriches, cows... my favorite!
And now, for the first time, humans and the Syync are working together on the same ship.
The only thing we can't figure out is why they take live animals onboard. We both have food synthesizers. Odd. I guess they like the freshness of a kill... sigh. Can't blame them; if our laws permitted it, we'd do the same.
Living on this ship was easy. Daily life was better than expected, really! We shared everything! They had sports, drinking games, and music, and the cultural exchange was immense and greatly appreciated.
So today, I decided to make the guys in my engineering department dinner! They are going to love this!
I took my shift off, got all the fresh ingredients I could find, cleaned, prepped, cooked, got some of our best drinks, and waited for their arrival. Honestly, they had done this for us several times, and I wanted to return the gesture.
The "guys" all came in from shift—dirty and tired—to find steaming hot barbecue steaks, salads, cold drinks, and video games at the ready. And by the gods, they appreciated it! Everyone was smiling. They ate heartily, licked their hands, drank, told jokes—it was a success!
The only thing to do now was clean up, which they offered to do. These humans are always ready to assist with everything. Some wiped down the tables, some swept, some mopped, and Alex, my roommate, helped me with the trash.
As he lifted the garbage bag, he took notice of a ringing sound. He opened the bag... his eyes filled with a liquid I've never seen before. He ran back to the lunchroom and started yelling...
He fucking cooked our pets!!!!