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"There are forms of life, abundant and diverse, on untold worlds, worlds beyond numbering, those that eat and those that are eaten, those that kill and those that are killed, those that rule and those that are ruled. Let us suppose there was once a lovely world on which the factions of a fierce form of life, technologically gifted, and ruthless, unchecked, disrupted, poisoned, and sterilized a world, perhaps shattering it, perhaps inadvertently, ignorantly, forcing it from its very orbit, into its star, to be consumed in fire, or away, into a frozen desert of airless darkness. Some remnants of this destroyed world, one might suppose, survived, in enclosed metal rafts, so to speak, in artificial satellites, perhaps mixed with the debris of their former world, or perhaps, rather, fled far from their original star, seeking a new world to replace the one ruined, one does not know. But suppose then the remnants of the destroyed world discovered new worlds, one lovely, as lovely as was their former world, and another, one seemingly engaged in the same dismal, menacing process of climbing to the same harrowing, technological summit, polluted with the same territorialities and hatreds that had led to the destruction of their former world. Either of these new worlds might be suitable for conquest, and colonization, obviously, but surely the lovelier world might be preferred". "Doubtless," I said. "But suppose," said Kurik, "that it was discovered that the lovelier world was not as innocent and vulnerable as had been conjectured. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )