>>11376763
>An invitation to come and enslave us.

>As the finalized translation emerges from the machine, so too does a wave of sweat pour out of Col. Symes' body.
>HEARKEN NOW THIS INVITATION
>EARTH FRIENDS, IT IS HONOR TO BE.
>AS THE NATURAL RELATION OF ALL RIGHTS IS THE CONCERN OF DISPOSITION OF PROPERTY RIGHTS, AS AGREEMENT OF BINDING OWNERSHIP IS THE FOUNDATION OF CIVILIZATION.
>IN FORMAL INVITATION OF EARTHMEN TO CIVILIZATION, OWNERSHIP OF PERSONS BECLAIMED AS UNDERWRITTEN. ELEVATION OF EARTH GOVERNANCE TO CONCERN OF STAR WOMEN, UNDERSTOOD AND PLENIPOTENTIARY.
>NEITHER OF REMITTANCE NOR MANUMISSION.
>...
>"Well Symes, it's in English now. But what the fuck does it MEAN?"
>Sweating the sweat of a coward.
>"Not sure, sir. But it doesn't look good. I think it's an invitation to slavery? Or some form of chattel or client-state relationship."
>The general puffs on his cigar.
>"No response for now. They don't seem to be asking for one anyways."
>Months pass.
>Another message ship arrives.
>This time, it lands. Right outside the White House.
>Enormous crewwomen step out, right on the WH lawn.
>The General and his staff, as the translation and cultural decoding experts, were sent out as Earth's representative, in case this goes how we think it might.
>The apparent leader of the giantesses approaches him.
>She produces some kind of collar, and fits it to her own throat?
>And... a leash?
>Squatting down but still more than thrice the General's height on her haunches, she hands the leash's handle to the General
>She then begins to speak.
>"IT IS HONORED THAT EARTH ACCEPT THE INVITATION TO ENSLAVE US"
>...
>Symes and the General exchange a look
>Symes finally asks the question.
>"Does the fact that dominant women don't exist ruin the invasion for anyone else?"