Winston joined the 'humans' in a small cabin. The smell of food hit his nostrils as he walked inside making him realize how hungry he was. From the smell he could guess it was some sort of cooking meat with the smell of other spices in the air. Once he sat down with the rest of the 'humans' a thought hit him. Am I hungry or is it hungry?
"All of us are hungry," said the boy next to him, a lean thin figure with shoulder length brown hair. His face was handsome yet he looked tired for a teenager. "Are you sure? I mean weren't we the food when the ….foreigner consumed us?"
"Actually it's both," said Russell next to him, both paws on the table. "Yes, humans are food but in a different kind of way. Think of it as breaking down raw materials then reforming them into precious metals like gold or silver. I think of the human as a rock with some prudential to become even better then it was before," finished the dog. For a moment Winston thought the dog was smiling at him. As Winston was about to say something else food came out of the kitchen, the smell of cooked meat deliciously stronger then ever.
"Eat up everyone, we have a big day tomorrow," said the old woman, Winston heard her name was Hilda; she was in her 50's with three grown children and five grandchildren. The funny thing was she didn't say anything about her past. It just came to him. If you're wondering why you know this is because you are her and yet you're not at the same time. The same is to be said with the others around you. At the mention of this Winston observed the table. Most of them where children. In his head he saw the last of their human moments before the terrifying monstrosity consumed them.
"True it was scary it got us," said the little boy grabbing the turkey leg. His name was Doug and he was the first human to be taken over. "Yeah, when it got me I tried to run but, the tentacles got me first," said the teenager by the name of Zander. He was over taken during a propaganda parade. No body heard him scream. "Thankfully that's the only scary part," said a seven year old girl by the name of Sabine. She used to be a little spy until the huskie lured her deep into the woods. "And the pain is brief too. One minute you're in pain the next the world is open up to you," said twelve-year-old Peter, his parents were part of the Outer Party. He was consumed a room away from his parents bedroom, they didn't bother to check why he was screaming.
"It's like being born," said thirty-year-old Sven he was taken before the Thought Police did. The same goes for his lover, Bree which she began to speak, "Only you have more hope for the future, to make a better future for us and the foreigner." Winston looked at the 'humans' in wonder and fear. The wonder for knowledge and hope, the fear of these imitations even though Winston was one among them. To put this down in perspective, humanity was secretly going to be annihilated out of existence.
"Humanity will still exist," said Russell, even though it was in the body of a dog it had the air of being human. "I know this sounds hard to believe, Winston but I'm not here to control the human race or any other living thing on this earth. I am here to spread and to gain knowledge. I am here to become part of this world and to survive like any other living being. Lastly and most importantly, I am here to exist because without you, without them, without the universe I am nothing."
At the words of a dog Winston understood what it meant. It didn't want to control the human thought like Big Brother did with it's citizens. It was like a parasite living in the body only it acted in benefit for the host. Even though he wasn't human he still had free will of his own thoughts, feelings, desires, etc. As he thought about this he thought of Julia then guilt suddenly panged him. Winston put his head in his hands, he betrayed her.
"You didn't betray her," said Hilda, "Big Brother tortured you to the point were you'll say anything to stop the pain, if you want ot know who's really annihilating humanity it is Big Brother."
"She is right," said the dog, "I've seen governments like these on many planets and all of them are ruled by the hands of mad men." Once the dog mentioned of mad men, Winston saw in a brief flash of all the planets before the foreigner consumed it. The government fevered utopias and totalitarian rule were eerily similar to Big Brother on this planet. This also gave Winston this sense of feeling there were other humans on different planets other then Earth. "In short Winston," continued the dog, "think of me as your conscience. Now by hearing your growling stomach you haven't tried out the Thanksgiving Turkey."
"The what?"
"The bird on the table, forgive me, sometimes being so knowledgeable makes me forget that there are no holidays were you come from. Thanksgiving is a holiday to be thankful."
"And to stuff your face," said Zander with a mouthful of turkey and stuffing. Everyone in at the table, including Winston laughed at the comment then began to dig in. With all this bounty of food without rationing it Winston was going to love this holiday.