I am a little different from my kind all of us are that are here in these work camps. My kind is cruel and mean, they are scared of us like we are of them. I don't remember when there was peace in my lifetime. It's always been this way, lucky enough to see another day, work our asses off for pieces of bread. My race is what humans call alien, but we are called Volentors. Some of us are special and the others hate that, they fear it. Soon it's time to change all of that.