The Death of Hombar, Part 2


One day, they told him he was going to get to go home.
They loaded him onto a primitive mass transport with the other prisoners. On Earth it was called a “bus” he would learn. 
“We call this garbage,” thought Hombar, a mass transport, on wheels no less, and it even ran on petroleum fuel? “These barbarians haven’t even harnessed their orbital stars energy yet?”
Hombar finally got to see the other prisoners on the bus. He did look like them, the tones of their epidermal layers were a similar shade, but Hombar couldn’t understand why that mattered, it never did on his world.
Hombar was also confused as to how this anachronistic vehicle would get him home. Then they loaded Hombar and the rest onto another primitive toxic fueled transport, but this one carried them in the atmosphere of earth. They took him to some place with more people who looked like Hombar and the other prisoners, but they dressed in drapes it seemed to Hombar. The men drape their scalps and the women drape their whole body. He was stuck in some giant, hot dry place where Hombar and the other prisoners were released.  
Hombar was still confused, this wasn’t home. But this is where they left him. In this place where he knew none of the people and none of the culture, hating the people who had captured and oppressed him. Far away from the place he belonged and from those he loved, and all because he had come to Earth just to do his job.
He would learn that some of these people hated them even more than Hombar did.
So when some of these locals promised him revenge, he took their offer.
They took him to a place where they gave Hombar a weapon and showed him how to use it. It was a primitive self destruction device, the most primitive device he had seen yet. It was as if they took pieces of primitive technologies and made them into an even more primitive weapon.
But Hombar didn’t care anymore.
Soon, Hombar self destructed and took several of the Men in black’s camouflaged armed patrol guards with him.
And Hombar was dead.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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