You awake to find yourself on a new planet (where the environment is safe for you..think of it similar to Earth's) in the middle of what seems to be a reasonably populated city (the creatures are about 10feet tall on average..and seemingly weight, on average, about 250lbs). What do you do?
Well, pardner, I do the same thing I do every morn'. I holster my 6 gigawatt laser, pound back some synthetic beans and coffee, and grab my hat. Stepping down from my ship, I glare back at the foreign sun, basking in its exotic rays. Everyday brings a new sun, so is each day, a first day? Do I begin a new existence with each new star, and lose my old self as I flee before the setting sun? Perhaps a stable life would allow me to think, to realize the magnitude of the horror that is my existence. This surrounding town bustles with life. Huge, towering creatures who have only begun to comprehend my presence.
The builders of this town.Of all the hundreds- no, thousands- of towns I have visited these past years (but what's a year?). Oh god, do those at home even know they build towns? That they sing upon my arrival, that they have learned our language, that they plead for mercy? No. To the teeming trillions at home, they're just 200 pounds of meat. Freeze dried and stamped "Grade AA"- pure free range goodness. I pull a kerchief over my face.
I fire a 1 second burst into the sky, the surrounding air bursting into flame as the laser converts the atmosphere to plasma. The creatures stop singing. I point at my ship, a tremendous transport vessel already containing 50 million living beings. The creatures slowly board without struggle or stampede. Some beg, some cry, some scream obscenities into my mind. And some know who (or what) I really am. Some, well, some just call me a space cowboy.
