She asks herself:
Will I ever choose my own destiny?
Or am I doomed to this fate?
To be a slave forever.
What is my destiny?
What does destiny…
…have waiting for me?
This human looks weak. Fragile.
When the time comes…
…I will kill him.
And then—
She is discovered.
"I shouldn't do this," the human said after a few seconds of silence.
"But judging by your expression, I think you're very hungry. I have some food in the fridge, if you want."
She lifted her gaze slowly, contempt burning in her eyes.
"Me?" she scoffed. "Hungry? Never."
"Yes, you are. Admit it. You're starving."
He exhaled, as if he had expected her denial.
"Despite the fact that you tried to kill me, I feel a certain obligation to feed you. You don't look well. You look frightened — even behind that angry expression. And I can't just leave you like this."
He paused, then added:
"Look… I think I still have a slice of pizza in the fridge, if you want."
"Pizza?" she asked cautiously. "What is that?"
"Food."
Silence settled heavily between them.
"And what must I do to earn food?" she asked quietly, bitterness weighing down every word.
"A task? An order?"
"No," he replied firmly. "I'm not asking for anything in return."
"I'm offering because you're hungry. That's all."
Her lips curled into a cold smile.
"You're pretending to be strong. It's easy to see the hunger on your face. You can't fool me. I can feel it — despite all that anger — there's sadness in your eyes too."
She stepped closer.
"If I want to, I can kill you right now. Dispose of your body. No one would notice."
He didn't move.
"An insignificant insect, right?" he said calmly.
"And yet, I'm the only one who cared about you. Even after you tried to kill me."
He met her gaze.
"I could call the police right now. They would arrest you. In the worst-case scenario, you'd become a government test subject. You'd spend the rest of your life without ever seeing daylight."
Then, quietly:
"So my advice is that you eat."
"I hope you do," he added. "Because that's the last slice of pizza I have."
She stared at him, fury flashing across her face.
"Fine," she snapped. "Then no one eats. No one eats."
She turned away.
"Humans talk… talk… talk too much…"
He observed her for a moment before speaking again.
"I also noticed your clothes are torn. I can lend you some of mine."
Her head snapped back toward him.
"What? Me wearing these rags?"
"Yes," he said evenly.
"You will wear them. And you will not complain."
And then—
She fell silent.
Instantly.
What impressed him at that moment
was not obedience.
It was the sudden stillness of someone
who had just been forced to question
everything she believed about power.
"Here," he said. "You can eat."
She stared at the pizza as if she were wary of it—some kind of fear.
But hunger was stronger, and…
and soon she ate the pizza like a starving animal.
"Did you like it? What do you think of the taste?"
"I did," he added.
"That thing was very bad," she said.
"I only ate it because I was hungry."
But in her thoughts, she wondered:
What is this?
It's incredibly tasty.
I've never eaten anything like this.
On my planet, we were shaped by… animals.
Our food was… the prey we managed to hunt.
What we could catch, we ate.
What we couldn't… we endured hunger.
We received no help to feed ourselves.
Everything was done on our own.
It was meant to strengthen our bodies
and our hunting instincts.
If someone depended on another being to be nourished,
to live,
they were seen as useless.