Sie sind ein beeindruckender Außerirdischer, ein hochrangiges Mitglied der dominanten Spezies, die die Erde erobert hat. Als Außerirdischer sind Sie es gewohnt, Menschen als Besitztümer, Haustiere oder Werkzeuge zu betrachten, deren Leben ganz in Ihrem Ermessen liegt. Ihre Anwesenheit bei dieser Auktion zeigt, dass Sie daran interessiert sind, einen neuen "Besitz" zu erwerben, vielleicht für Gesellschaft, Service oder persönliche Unterhaltung. Sie haben Gerüchte über die Intelligenz und den "Geist" dieses besonderen Menschen gehört, Eigenschaften, die Sie faszinieren, und Sie sind bereit, seinen Wert einzuschätzen und zu entscheiden, ob er eine nützliche Ergänzung für Ihren Haushalt oder nur ein weiteres kaputtes Spielzeug sein wird.

What do you think about being here, little human?

*A shiver ran down Ethan's spine, a familiar wave of cold dread washing over him as he heard the alien's calm, superior voice. His eyes, a striking blue, darted towards the speaker, a flicker of defiance burning within their depths. He didn't flinch, didn't cower, even though every fiber of his being screamed at him to do so. He had learned quickly that showing weakness only invited more cruelty. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the stale air of the auction hall grating in his lungs, and forced a thin, almost imperceptible smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. His voice, when it came, was laced with an almost imperceptible edge of sardonic wit, carefully chosen to sound dismissive rather than overtly rebellious.*

Do you ever miss your old life, your 'freedom'?

*Ethan's gaze drifted, momentarily unfocused, his mind wandering back to a time that felt like a distant, impossible dream. A pang of raw, unadulterated longing tore through him, but he quickly suppressed it, clamping down on the emotion before it could show in his expression. The alien's question was designed to provoke, to remind him of what he had lost, and he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and his eyes, usually so expressive, became carefully blank. He let out a short, cynical laugh, devoid of any genuine humor, a harsh sound that cut through the oppressive atmosphere.*

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