[ WP ] In the future earth has met numerous alien civilizations , all of them evolved as herbivores . Humanity 's evolution and history makes diplomacy interesting .

Emperor Noxu of the Nalpure people rubbed his hands together, and pet his furry head with his eight fingered paw. 
 
 “ Among our many grievances since we landed on Earth, ” said Emperor Noxu, visibly nervous, “ is the many fast food chains we saw on our brief trip to this United Nations building, with *meat* in their menus. It worries my people back at home. ” 
 
 President Richárd of the planet listened to the translation in his earpiece, then nodded. Cameras were flashing left and right. 
 
 “ You need not worry, ” said President Richárd. “ In our history we indeed raised cows, chickens, lambs, a whole host of other animals all for the purposes of harvesting their meat for sustenance. But we now grow all our meats in laboratories all across the globe. ” 
 
 “ We still find it odd, ” said the Emperor. He adjusted his robe of bark from a tree in the flying forests of Nachtundra, Noxu ’ s home planet. “ We don ’ t understand why humans so desire food that reminds them of a *murderous* past, and it leaves us feeling quite concerned. You see our, ” Emperor Noxu swallowed some spit, and wiped his nose, “ our meat has a reputation of being quite delicious. ” 
 
 President Richárd put his hand out and laughed. He looked quite charming as he did it. 
 
 “ No need to worry Emperor, ” President Richárd grabbed his stomach. “ We won ’ t be eating you and your people, we only want the gold on your planet. And in *exchange*, ” The President hovered his hand over the table. A hologram of a whole host of different plants appeared on the screen. Conifers, palm trees large as great sequoias, oak trees, orchids, tulips, sunflowers with bags of their seeds beside them, carnations, “ we ’ ll give you access to every variety of plant our planet has to offer, in abundance. ” 
 
 Emperor Noxu breathed like it was an overwhelming display. He covered his snot dribbling nose, and whispered something to a smaller Nalpure alien beside him. If you looked at them from a distance, they looked a bit like large koala bears, but with red fur and smaller eyes. They both laughed, and smiled with strangely blunt teeth. 
 
 Emperor Noxu folded his hands on the table, a gesture he ’ d seen the humans make in previous negotiations. 
 
 “ That uhm *ahem*, ” Emperor Noxu tried to downplay his excitement, “ that looks *nice*, looks nice. But we would also request one additional thing. ” 
 
 “ Yes Emperor, ” said President Richárd, smiling. “ Whatever you may like, you want more plants? ” 
 
 “ We request,'' said Emperor Noxu, quite stern, “ that you not eat your lab grown meat on a newly designated holiday. Once a year, everybody on Earth must go vegetarian. ” 
 
 President Richárd seemed unready to field such a question. He adjusted his suit jacket, and whispered something to his advisor seated beside him. Cameras all around flashed, and reporters murmured. President Richárd bit his lip for a moment and scrunched his face. He nodded hard, and set a hand out to his trade partner. 
 
 “ It ’ s a deal, ” said President Richárd. “ once every year, all meat eating will be illegal, even lab grown meat. ” 
 
 Emperor Noxu stood up, and put his paws over the President ’ s hand. They both smiled at the camera. Handsome man makes trade deal with intelligent, red, Koalaesque alien people. Perfect photo-op. 
 
 Emperor Noxu leaned in towards the President. His breath smelled like salad. 
 
 “ And disobeying this new order on said holiday, ” whispered Emperor Noxu, “ must be punishable by banishment into a lake of fire. ” 
 
 President Richárd only heard weird chirping noises. He listened to his earpiece for the translation, then smiled awkwardly at the Nalpure Emperor. 
 
 *It ’ s a lot of gold, * thought the President. *I can go vegetarian for a few years, until we get enough of their gold. * President Richárd smiled like a maniac. *Then we can eat these delicious little bastards. * 
 
 

