Bite the Hand That Feeds: Science Fiction

You can get a pretty screwed-up power dynamic when the whole reason that you get promoted from Hell (as I call it) to a position of power over others is by biting the hand that feeds you. Literally. You have to attack what you are told is the only source of nutrients, the only source of any medical care, the only source of warmth and heat. I think I'm not as screwed up as some of the people who got their promotions that way, but then, I did it not because I'd just finally snapped and gone crazy in the confinement. I did it because in our case, the hand that fed us was one of the ones who was too damn crazy after the way he'd been brought up. Made, I guess, is probably the closest analogy for us. Or jumped in. Something horrible and abusive from the gang culture is the closest I can get. For all I know, that's what they studied when they decided that it was possible for humans to integrate into their society. The guy who had us, he--he didn't ever stop biting hands, let's say, he just moved up to a position where he could take it out on people who he figured had less of a chance of fighting back. Us. I honestly thought he was going to kill Little One, and that was something I wasn't willing to sit still for. Little One might be six foot four and maybe that's why they took him, but the kid was only fourteen. He just happened to have a build that would have bought him a ticket into playing basketball at the pro level in a couple of years, only a few years ago, and that now bought him a ticket to Hell because they thought he qualified as physically mature. There’s a whole hell of a lot that they don't understand about us, you see. A whole hell of a lot.


Inspiration: "The Hand That Feeds" - Nine Inch Nails
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. Kinda interesting, I guess, but not enough other stuff going on for me.