[ WP ] You are a paramedic who has saved many lives . Why do you regret doing so ?

I am guilty of treason. I have surely betrayed my people. They sent me to this strange world to learn about the primitive mammals before the harvest. I was born far from this small, crowded planet, on a world with two stars. My species developed the capacity to travel between star systems long ago, and we have harvested many other species. Although the majority of my people are not warlike: we are just hungry. It comes down to the issue of entropy, always. And these humans understand that as well, to some degree. There is only so much energy to go around in a world, and we proved long ago that the only function of organic life is to consume energy, briefly embody it, and then disperse it. This means that the only function of organic life is to consume other organic life forms. 
 
 We developed technology. Such powerful technology, that allowed us to change. To assume any form. I have been in the form of a human for long years, living among these strange people. 
 
 And they are strange. So very different from my people. At first their emotional lens of motivation repulsed me. How could they treat clearly inferior creatures -- -canines, felines, and other weaker species on the brink of extinction, with affection? They seemed needlessly concerned with the well being of the massive water mammals that are threatened by the human industrial complex. Why? Why did they not simply finish consuming the oils and meats that these creatures offered? Some of the humans had the right of it, and harvested relentlessly, the better to take the energy available. But I simply could not understand what drives these strange bipedal apes to care whether these `` whales,'' continued to exist? 
 
 I did not understand this strange, perplexing behavior, so I contacted my people and informed them that I needed more time, that there was something these humans were hiding from me still. Yet even then I knew that what I had said was off. We could have invaded then and the harvest would have gone smoothly. These primates are inferior. 
 
 Yet I began to entwine myself in the lifestyle of the apes. Such strangely non-uniform social patterns. These creatures I began to realize were governed constantly by chemical imbalances and fluctuations in their brains: at times by highs, at times by lows. I harvested several of the humans and opened them up, it was not any trouble, but what I found was... strange. 
 
 Their neural transmitters were entirely different from ours, completely different chemically. Much less stable, and the pathways of the brain, much more... organic, particularly for how high functioning the beasts were. This troubled me, and I began to wonder why the brains of my people were so well organized. Why were we so set in our ways? 
 
 I became more entwined in their society and I began to want to participate. I enjoyed the trivial game of monetary exchange, so I took a paid position making a meager sum, so that the game would challenge me. 
 
 My job was traveling in urban areas as part of an emergency medical response team. I administered basic drugs and treated basic symptoms. I could have entered at a higher level and come to understand more of the human physiology, but I worked at the lower level because of a strange compulsion to experience human emotions. Perhaps I had been in human form for too long? This sparked a curiosity, something that I had to try. 
 
 I adjusted my machinery when given the chance, and my peoples' technology changed me. I had allowed it to interfere with my neural circuits. I had to try it, I had to try being human. I got lost that night, I went and intoxicated myself foolishly and ended up engaging in disgusting mammalian acts. The next day I experienced my first human low, and immediately reactivated the technology to return my brain to normal... but now, normal felt wrong. It still feels wrong. 
 
 I have toiled among these mammals, worked with them endlessly, I have saved some of their lives, as they do to some of the massive sea mammals. My people attempted to contact me, and I ignored contact. They will think me compromised, but they will learn the truth. They will learn that I sympathize with these primates. And they will come, and they will harvest the humans, and they will harvest me. I do not fear being harvested, but I wish that the humans and the whales could go on undisturbed. Because my people are machines, not people at all, and this planet is ripe with energy ready to be harvested. 
 
 I wish I had never come here, had never saved a single one of their lives. My peoples' technology has altered me irrevocably, and now, I wish that I was a human.
