Journal entry:


    ''They called me a monster, the worst of the worst, but Earth''s now a paradise as the aliens promised, but I''m all alone—the last of my kind.''


    "Chef Johnson, Captain ZZzz wants to see you," hissed a crew member over a communicator.


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    …


    "Yes, Captain, what do you wish?"


    "Johnson, we''ve never bred a species for livestock, but we face a dilemma. We love the taste. You''ve got us hooked!"


    "I''m sorry, Captain, I''ve no idea what … what’s going on here?"


    A doctor wearing gloves held a syringe—"Don''t worry, Johnson. You''ll never meet your clones."