[ WP ] Humanity is the most powerful race in the galaxy . Every other race wants to win our respect . Even for ordinary humans , it 's become impossible to go off-world because our presence demands so much respect , awe , and asskissing .

*H'YaZnn* 
 
 That is the name I've known for most of my life, or rather the way it is necessarily pronounced by my people's own language. It's based upon the name of a plant from the Terran homeworld. 
 My people, like many others *adore*, perhaps even worship the Terrans. I and my family belong to a race that can mimic other entities physical forms to some degree, for a reason I knew not until recently this particular trait made the young of our kind of interest to some members of the elite among the Terrans. 
 
 Being picked by an elite terran was considered a great honor, my family was thrilled, beaming with pride. The level of status within our own species as well as the interstellar community at large would be such a fantastic elevation that we would essentially become celebrities overnight within the non-terran community. I was flattered by others for weeks as the information became well known in the community and some of course were quite envious and hurled empty half intended epithets at me for the favor I was shown. 
 
 Within a quarter cycle of earth time I was brought to a hub colony in the midst of the SOL system, the terran's home range and placed in a upscale hotel room, given a photo and told to imitate the image's content. I complied, though I was confused by any possible significance. I waited some amount of time until I was told that the Terran that had `` selected'' me had arrived and was on his way to the room, I acknowledged the information with a nervous excitement. 
 
 The Terran enters the room wearing crisp, sharp designer business attire, and approaches the bed in which I am seated and begins to disrobe.........
