Pizza
"Of course you don't understand. Does the ant understand the foot about to crush it?' the thing asked.
"But there must be a reason you are here, a reason you took me here? You don't act without reason do you?"
"In several hours you will be dead," it responded, "so will your entire species."
"Why?" I demanded, as if I was in any position to make demands.
"The word 'why' was almost impossible for us to understand. Somehow your pathetic species believes that sentient beings act for 'reasons.' We don't. So there is no 'why' just what. What will happen is your death."
At that, I was back at home. It was a dream. Too much to drink, too much pizza. Yet I wait in both fear and anticipation. I don't know why.
"But there must be a reason you are here, a reason you took me here? You don't act without reason do you?"
"In several hours you will be dead," it responded, "so will your entire species."
"Why?" I demanded, as if I was in any position to make demands.
"The word 'why' was almost impossible for us to understand. Somehow your pathetic species believes that sentient beings act for 'reasons.' We don't. So there is no 'why' just what. What will happen is your death."
At that, I was back at home. It was a dream. Too much to drink, too much pizza. Yet I wait in both fear and anticipation. I don't know why.