[ WP ] The human species has gone extinct thousands of years ago . Extraterrestrial explorers find a sample of human DNA and decide to resurrect the species once again . You are the first new human growing up in a completely alien society .

Our sessions were long and tedious. Human existence and evolution through time is so interesting, why were these things so obsessed with the trivial and mundane? 
 
 Wars, love, revolution, inventions, drugs, family, faith: with all these things to discuss, why waste time talking about my boring high school career? 
 
 Every moon I'd meet with the being I came to know as Oz, and we'd hash out every excruciatingly minute detail of my life. They told me it was for research purposes, to see how an average human lived from birth to death. Although as we transitioned from my childhood years into adolescence, it began to feel like it was merely an experiment on their part, just to see how a human could handle extreme monotony. 
 
 `` Wait who was this girl?'' Oz's already large head swelled the way it did when he was curious. 
 
 `` A cheerleader.'' I repeated bluntly. 
 
 `` And what do cheerleaders do, Peter?'' Oz pressed his fingernail to the metal pad, poised to note down anything he saw fit. 
 
 `` What do you mean *what do they do*?'' I snapped quickly. `` They root for the sports team!'' 
 
 `` And sports are athletic contests of different sorts, performed in front of others for entertainment purposes?'' 
 
 `` Yeeees!'' I drew out the answer so Oz knew how irritating this was. But I do n't think he made the connection. 
 
 `` And these leaders of the cheer, do they physically aid the sports team at all?'' 
 
 `` Well no.'' I said quietly. They just *really* want their team to win. 
 
 Oz's head pulsed again and leaked some of its fluid, which he quickly slurped up before continuing. 
 
 `` Then I'm confused, Peter. What was the utility of these'cheerleaders'? You've told me a doctor helps the sick, an architect designs and builds, what do these girls actually *do*?'' 
 
 `` I told you! They root for their team to win! That's all!'' I was yelling at this point. 
 
 Oz sat back and paused. 
 
 `` But Peter, is n't that what every person in the crowd is doing? What makes this squad of younger females any different? How is this an occupation, same as doctor or architect?'' 
 
 I sighed and sat back in my ergonomic chair. 
 
 Oz's head leaked some more fluid. He offered some to me but I declined politely as is the custom. 

