Study Abroad
“I’ve never killed anyone.”
She thought back to the “Path to
Personhood” poster she had seen to reply “Wrong, you kill people all the time.
They’re just not really people yet. Your body is constantly killing thousands
of people daily and you eat plants, don’t you?”
Keegan, grateful for any sort of
digression stopped a moment before responding, “I hardly think the inhabitants
of my gut can be considered human.”
“Well, none of them are ever going
to be considered human if you don’t hurry it up.”
“Why don’t you do it? You clearly
want to eat this guy more than I do.”
“I already brought him here and set
this all up, didn’t I? And anyways I’ve already shown that you’ve killed
someone before. I have never eaten which is why you need to stop chattering.”
“You’re the one chattering. I
thought normal tourists in Thailand came to do sex crimes, not this. This poor
boy has enough problems here I’m sure.”
The two girls had been standing
over the never unconscious body. The young boy, or lady depending on what crime
you’re looking to do—and for the girls purpose he was definitely a boy—was lying
inside of a perfectly curated square. Inside the boundaries his body was restrained
by rocks that were probably already crushing any of the significant portions of
muscle that he even started with. The girls were mostly interested in getting any
sort of sample, so the famed taste of the muscle was a necessary afterthought.
Defiantly ignoring our narration, Eric was oblivious to the well-lit writhing
below her and was entirely locked onto Keegan’s unspoken accusation. How dare she!? said her face, but a
respectable empiricist as herself can separate her feelings from words. She couldn’t
immediately rebuke her for this reason and also because then she’d be giving
into the idea of racism at all.
“We’re not tourists Keegan, we’re
here to STUDY! And to study anthropology I’m pretty sure all the old greats
were also phrenologists. Now of course I’ve not advocated for such a racially
inclined science as I would hope you wouldn’t either. BUT! This is our first
opportunity to collect any real data on meat and if it just happens to be this
Thai boy then it just happens to be this Thai boy. When we get back to school
we can find a white person. Ok?! Will that make you happy?”
It did, indeed, make Keegan happy. She
was done arguing because they’d come to a consensus, she bent down and slit the
boys throat.
“Strangling would have taken too long and I didn’t want to touch him,” she said in response to Eric’s clear disgust at the blood that contaminated her artificially sterile 6x6 pen that she had once been oh so proud of.
“Strangling would have taken too long and I didn’t want to touch him,” she said in response to Eric’s clear disgust at the blood that contaminated her artificially sterile 6x6 pen that she had once been oh so proud of.
“It’s ok, I was over it once he
stopped squirming, we can always make new squares.”
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