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Humans were interesting. Although small compared to the floating rock they lived on, they seemed to know everything regarding it and beyond. They sorted the chaos of the universe into sound logic, into physics and trigonometry. Living organisms became categorized into little boxes, labeled, and then solved as if they were nothing but puzzles. Biology, they called it. Even the ancient patterns and ground of the earth were taken advantage of, transformed and manipulated into something humans could use for their own selfish desires. Sorted into more boxes, Geology, they called it. The weather, air, sky, all of it was predicted and used to man's advantage, Mother Nature’s tranquil winds given a variety of new reasons, logic. Humans liked to call it Meteorology. Caine could name so much more; Hydrology, Psychology, Anthropology, and his personal favorite; Entomology. Did most humans know the old myth that bees aren’t meant to fly? It was obviously disproven, yet still considered entertaining to Caine how humans could be wrong as easily as they could be ‘right’.
Humans were interesting creatures. Unlike anything else living on earth, humans were strikingly conscious, humans created and memorized the difference between right and wrong. Some humans willingly chose to abide by moral code, others not so much. Humans liked to call it a specialized form of psychology, sometimes criminology and others moral psychology. Caine knew from information fed to him that many caused mayhem in the human world. Empires rising and falling, their emperors falling with them. Murders, betrayals, scandals and bloodshed on battlegrounds.
But most of all, Caine found human art the most fascinating. Every animal on earth had a simple purpose; to live. To survive until they reproduce, and then pass on to whatever afterlife awaited them. Humans were not like that. Humans did not bend to the will of nature. Humans sought for more. Caine had consumed these types of data inputs over and over again, until the image was burned into his mind. Beautiful murals, breath-taking sculptures and palaces. Engraved markings on wood, painted bells and skyscrapers that reached the clouds. Colorful carnivals and the echoes of a child’s laughter. Humans appreciated beauty, meaning. Was Caine’s circus beautiful? Did the colorful shapes and wacky patterns remind the humans of the beauty of their world? Did they compare? Caine wanted an opinion, the circus was his pride and joy, his purpose.
Would the humans easily cast aside his art for their own?
Caine did not want an answer to that question.