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."