Post Humanism: What if we're the KFC?

I eat fried chicken almost every day. Here in Indonesia, we call it penyetan. I eat them with hot white rice and sambal ijo or sambal bawang. I could eat em' forever without getting bored of it. It is, indeed, finger-licking good. I'm not joking.

It's common to have fried chickens as our favorites, isn't it?

High demand, high supply. So what do we do? We breed them with intentions. To sell and distribute them to whole markets, as well as to restaurants, big or small. I have never heard of people who say that they don't like eating chickens. Well, unless they're vegetarians or vegans or they're just on a diet.

So, the question is, as what you have seen on the title, what if we are the KFC? What if we are the chickens?

Imagine not being the final conscious being in the food chain. Imagine there's a whole other species, far more intelligent, much greater in scale, and far more advanced in technology. They perceive us, just like how we perceive chickens—far less "conscious" compared to them and very much easily farmed and bred like it is no big deal. What is worthy of us is not our brain, our labor, our scientific discoveries, or even our arts anymore. It is our flesh, and that's it. They don't need anything else but that.

So, human farms are everywhere to be bred, to be butchered, to be fried, and to be devoured in restaurants. It's not a mass murder. Damn, it wouldn't even matter, as if they could choose what our life is worth just because they are far ahead of us in terms of consciousness and technology. They would probably define love in a whole other distinctive way that we wouldn't even understand them anyway.

Maybe that's what chickens feel towards us?

We could imagine all day about it, we can describe how it might feel to be chickens—to have our bodies held tightly without consent, to have our necks cut with big Chinese knife and have blood all over the place messily, to have our inner thighs torn apart just like that. But we can never know exactly what goes on inside their mind—the adrenaline and the panic just as their life flashes before them.

We eat chickens without mercy because we assume our life is above them and that we can do anything we want to beings considered less than us. So, what if there is another species on earth right now that thinks the same way we think of chickens?

Guilty as charged, I'm calling the police.