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A host is a promise of a new life.

A human host, is a valuable commodity. But for Security Subsection 30 Tier 110 Cubicle 350 Enforcer Rank 1 — a member of the dominant species who at the lowest rank possible isn't dominating anybody — both are clearly an unattainable dream.

Until today.

For on this particular day the offer of a lifetime will be made.

However all is not as it seems, for to be offered a host is 'an impossibility for someone like her' or so she has repeatedly been told.

Which begs the question, which is worse? To live out her days floating in the safety of her isolated bubble or gamble it all on a host who rumor has it has been branded as hopeless to tame?

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Host 7-810-577-031 I read indifferently. I wonder, is it a running count or what they judge their odds?

If I were them I'd go with the second one.

A hushed room, because of them it's devoid of everything, including emotion. One of the last free humans is strapped to a table, helpless. A single moment is all it takes, in the blink of an eye a fiery intelligence is supplanted by a passive worker. Another job well done. The sharks circle once more.

Do they ever stop to think their actions as murder?

I doubt it.

But it doesn't really make a difference because I don't either.

Another one comes, another one goes. One more corpse for the pile. If the growing stack isn't proof enough, go ahead keep testing me — I'm not the one who needs a body.

Only 7,810,577,030 to 1. May the strongest rule the world.

In a post-invasion version of Earth where humans are but the masks that the alien conquerers wear there is but one question: is there any way to remain human?

This is the first volume in a tale that explores what it means to be the invader as well as the invaded — what would you be willing to do to make your wish reality?