Novel & Cerita Being Human

Katla “Humans are different from us. They call us ‘collectivists’ meaning we are each individuals that work together for the good of the pack. Humans are ‘individualists,’ or they think and act independently and value personal freedom, wealth, life satisfaction, and non-conformity over community. In the human mentality, if someone doesn’t have enough, they haven’t worked hard enough and deserve whatever they have, whether it is wealth or poverty, good or bad.” “That sounds miserable and lonely,” I felt sad for the humans. I wondered what Aurelia thought, I missed her being a constant presence and realized I had taken her companionship for granted.

“Human.” Balric’s lip curled. Something shifted in her mind. Human. The word echoed differently now. Harmony remembered a tiny voice crackling through her watch. Ma’am, I have you. Stay with me. No. Adrian had been right about the danger. But he had been wrong about what being human meant. Harmony straightened. Balric’s expression changed slightly. “You think human means helpless.” He laughed. Harmony kept going. “People in the human world care about me.” His smile faded a fraction.

I retorted, “And humans aren’t either. We might not have the physical manpower but at least most of us aren’t still living in the 18th-century with a monarchy. Human women are actually allowed to hold positions of power without murdering someone for it…or at least, in the past twenty years they can.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. Was she going to physically retaliate? Even the hot blood and adrenaline pumping through my veins didn’t give me enough confidence to think I could stand a chance against her. I might’ve had held my tongue in another setting, but I wasn’t tired of feeling pushed around like I was somehow inferior for just existing. What

Doris rebuked furiously, “Edmund Whittaker! You’re a beast!” Edmund responded with a smile, “I’m flattered. My old man has always taught me that humans have to be animalistic like a beast!” “He likes a quote that he read from one of your country’s science fiction authors that said: for humans, losing humanity will cost a lot, but losing their bestiality will lose everything!” “The reason why human beings can survive in such a cruel society and climb to the top of the food chain is because of our bestiality!” “Are cows and lambs cute? Of course, they are, but humans slaughter them for their meat to fill our stomachs!”

I’d pushed at my teeth with my tongue, trying to force them to slide back up. “Exactly,” Aradia had smiled, though she’d been watching me closely, too, and her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Why do you think humans have a problem with things that look almost exactly like them? What is it about the near-human appearance that sends chills down a human’s spine? It’s a strange instinct to have, is it not?” “I suppose so.”

Cheyenne frowned. “Why wouldn’t you stay and defend it?” “Because of people like Detective Otis. Humans find dead bodies of their loved ones and they want to avenge them. It will cause others to figure out that we exist. It’ll be one big problem.” “Why do they hunt you guys anyway? For like clothes or sport?” “No idea but when they shoot, they don’t check to see if we’re even dead. They just kind of leave us there.” Cheyenne frowned at that.

Finn and Adriel gave Mason and Stacey a thumbs up from the crowd and they smiled in response. "I'll answer the question," Stacey whispered to Mason and he smiled. "Humanity is the quality of being humane, having a sense of kindness, love care and sympathy towards every other human. It's not about ourselves alone but putting others into consideration, making others smile and being a source of joy to ourselves and others as well. It's the feeling you have when you see your neighbour in pain or joy. The sense of sympathizing with those in pain and celebrating with those in Joy." The audience applauded loudly when Stacey was done talking; her eyes met with Scarlet

He is finally convinced that he wanted to track down the very cause of this—not knowing strange things is roaming around them. In this world where present is unsure and the future is definitely out of our grasp, what could be our greatest weapon against the forces that would try to destroy us humans? Humans has that kind of a peculiar warmth—the affection and love for others. The spirit of sympathy and a high-level understanding which no computer-brained robot could magnify. And so, humanoids tend to work alone from each other. They are barely in teams or groups, unless they are instructed under one governance. That’s one of their weaknesses—fortunately the very thing that humans are solid a

Dammit Samuel, this is not a joke. If your going to be here then be here,if not then leave and don't come back. With all due respect Sir what would you do if you were going through what I am, I say stepping closer. I love her dad I can't lose her and I want her to know everything but she is human, it will take time. Dad I don't want to lose her, and I need your help. Then my father did something I thought he he would never do,he grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. After the hug and he pulled back and put his arms around my shoulder and said,you just need to ease her into it son and don't push her or you will scare her away. Ok? Ok. Now I'm hungry what do you say we go eat? Sounds goo

“Perhaps you can still be human if you find humanity in yourself.” “And what is humanity?” “That which separates us from animals. Reason. Compassion. The ability to truly love.” And to this Sven chuckled and looked to the ground. “Then I’m not human. Not anymore.” In that moment I felt tremendously concerned for him. I wondered what he was hiding under that spiked mask. Slowly, I lifted his chin with my hands. His eyes flickered to mine for a moment, his anger finally leaving him. “I think you are,” I said, trying to comfort him. “No matter how many people you kill.”