7 2780-Space station (42401) Tari-Alice
So, in their words, the earthling population were like village people in a global economy, not a single chance of earning fair treatment, because everyone around them was vastly superior, advanced and unwilling to let them grow.
It would affect several alien interests for the human population to grow beyond certain limits because human population expansion was just to fast in the alien's eye's; if they let earthlings grow, they could grow out of control or more precisely into control.
That couldn't happen, and so the aliens were scheming a way to enslave us as humans forever, and that was by slowly sodomizing the lower classes minds.
Populations with elite classes rarely do well in intergalactic battle situations. Since targeting the elite class was an option, stuff like elite classes only work for planets which had a sustainable market economy, and sufficient military power. It was like the country of Nigeria during the self-sufficient market economy days on earth. A system easily influenced by corruption.
Because the inhabitants of Nigeria couldn't have a self-sufficient market system, they relied on several other countries definitions of sufficient value for their abundant resources. They had vast plots of land with uncountable amounts of resource, in which they had to rely on the rest of the world to assign value.
Which means they were always on the side of a poor man selling a giant ruby, to a rich man who knew its value.
Also, because the market value of a resource could be manipulated from within the confines of the country, it left the people with more experience and knowledge with a chance to unfairly profit off the ignorant who worked for a living.
In Nigeria this lead to massive political exploitation, and corruption.
And it was unknown who truly controlled the masses, the political heads seen in the country, or the profiteering governmental bodies in the background.
When learning was controlled by outside forces, who could cure the ignorance?
When an attack on the elite personal of a planet was carried out. We'd be like cows, reliant on the very aliens that would use us for food.
How the fuck I'm I keeping up with this?
P.O.V Narrator
Nigeria Needed elites to keep the powers from the rest of the world at bay, but the elites value and benefits system was controlled by the people outside their country.
An unbreakable loop was formed, in which you were taught that selling pieces of yourself was the only way to make a profit. This was the predicament that the entire earthling race now faced in space.
In simpler terms, the humans were being targeted by all other Races in the universe, to become their eternal slaves.
When all this was said, Zatland looked towards the five old men in complete horror. "these old guys were fucking mad!" he thought backing away
"Look Zat, I know this might sound overwhelming to you. But we have evidence, and we have a plan" His father said. "Because you won't believe us if we were to tell you here, we've left the corresponding information in four places in the real world; you don't have to believe us... but Just accept what's happening until you see the truth." He continued. "can you do that Zat?"
Zatland looked down at his father terribly confused. Would he be giving up sanity by accepting?
"Yes, dad I'll try." He said his grief was probably leading him, he believed in his old man's knowledge.
Moving on Zatland had one more question to ask. "Dad is this why you were killed?"
His father looked at him and sighed, "Yes and No" and continued "you'll have to find that out later."
Zatland woke up in his room, a cold sweat soaking through his shirt, his body still on the floor with no signs of a ring on his Finger.
He had one of the most terrifying questions in his mind 'Was that a dream?'
He didn't understand that, when a person started asking questions like those, it was too late to turn back; if he was crazy; he was the mad hatter; and if he was sane, he was Alice.
Alice had already curiously gone too far down the rabbit's hole to escape.
