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A frustrated nnnnrgh escaped from the corner of the child's throat. The child had been given an assignment: to conduct research on the beings living down there on Planet E and write a story featuring those... what was the name again--humans?
The teacher said that it is some sort of task to "develop compassion for lesser existences", but the child did not understand why. They spend their lives pondering over questions that are just simple textbook questions that I could solve when I was six!
The child's frustration grew and grew, and soon, it became a tantrum. What seemed to her as glass bowls and sticks were flung around mercilessly. Her rage would go away only after each and every object in the room was destroyed.
Little did the child know that her actions are causing calmaties on all life on the land below her.
The Overseer sensed a fluctuation in the energies of his planet, and frowned. His daughter must have been throwing another tantrum. Even though he did not care much for the beings there, humans provided them with energy through their prayers, so having the human race wiped out would not be beneficial to him.
Sighing, he pushed the door open to his daughter's room and his heart clenched in worry. what if the glass shards on the floor hurt her? But after a moment he realized that there was nothing to worry about--the numerous artifacts that he had given to her previously offered her the best protection.
His hand gently caressed her face lovingly, trying to smoothen out the wrinkles on her face caused by her frown.
"What is wrong, sweetheart?"
The child pouted and began to speak of the assignment that the teacher assigned.
The Overseer paused for a moment to think of a way to calm his precious child down, and an idea soon popped into his mind.
"Here, take this," he said lovingly, pushing a crystal globe (reinforced with numerous talismans so that it doesn't smash easily, considering the nature of his daughter) onto her arms.
"I'll transfer twelve humans into this little world inside the crystal globe. You can observe them and use that as material for your writing assignment. In return, you cannot smash any more items. How does that sound?"
The child beamed and hugged her father. The Overseer smiled amicably and placed a hand on the crystal globe. Soon, twelve streaks of light entered into the globe and manifested into twelve human beings. The child's mouth widened in excitement and pressed her face on the globe, to get a closer look on the human beings in the globe.
...where... are you?
You stand up groggily, and see a giant eye in the sky.
This has got to be a dream, right?