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The Intergalactic Geographic: "What have you beamed up lately?"

The amoeba's the anomaly.
In air, land and cerulean viscosity they seek a prospering.
Microbial assassin,
Terror-exacting on its particle prey with the smallest of masses.
To a schooled array it hosts the passings of whom absorb all, interacting...
Water over the gills, our protagonist passes in. Trapped.

The bass is the martyr.
As sure of death as it is of life and its aura.
The shimmer of light piercing river inlets, reminiscent
Of its hatchling days, turned fights for existence with ardor.
Each meal an attack, being predator and victim, as fate barters...
Cannibalistic if the menu's stretched thin; an odd take on 'order'.
Mid-ponder, the fish wanders in current amidst otters.
A rupture to the surface lets in a furred terror beyond awesome...
Fate realized as the mammal's powerful paws just
Latch over the fish's head and tears it off him.

The bear is the forest's corrupt.
It eats when it needs, but does what it wants,
Rummages through vehicles, mauls intruders for fun.
the carefully dangerous, cantankerous one.
Naturally 'undefeated', its history once...
Til twigs twitch and snap with the clicks of invisible guns,
The bright figures in the brush obviously on the hunt,
And as the bear finds one and pounces, twenty others' rifle rounds struck.
"We got us a biggun!" They pose with the downed crowned one.

The humanoid is the abomination.
The 'bane of natures passion', the 'prodigal fragment.'
The 'colossal embarrassment', subject of the universe's harrassment.
These were our prized creation... the sentient warlords of damnation.
All who have visited and probed, have been astonished and praising,
For us to have created a lifeform so advanced, yet capped by imagination,
Ignorance, intelligence and uncalculated procreation.
This lively rock they call a planet is full of our homemade sensations!
The humanoid, however, managed to best each discovery and even domesticated!
The final phase of controlled evolution will have to bypass communication.
Their technology lacks. We've already given them gifts of our ancients...
The entire rock is their food chain, catering them to our own would reap great payment!
Everything on Earth has a purpose, and it's time they entered the equation.
Set your abduction pods for testing and probes, cloaked from primitive traces.
We're their 'Gods'! (This colloquial phrasing seems appropriately tasteless.)
Next time you're near, ask yourselves, "What have we beamed up lately?"

Wishing you all Conquest & Domination,

-The Intergalactic Geographic