Genocide through compassion

Synopsis

When the ships came, they brought no fire. They didn't scrape cities. They did not turn the oceans into tombs or sky into ashes. They came with clear hands and impossible promise: they cured the sick and purified the earth and put an end to man's old miseries. Many called them saviors. Others, gods. Almost nobody's got the price right away. Because not all extermination needs hate. At times an absolute mercy, a cold piety, a goodness so perfect that there's no space for error, violence, liberty and soul. While mankind looks at the kind face of its own dissolution, a pitiful question arises: if we have to give up what we are to survive, does that future really have to be called?