Valuable Humans World

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After a devastating interstellar conflict, humanity was nearly eradicated. The Extinction Wars reduced our species to a handful of survivors scattered across the galaxy. For centuries, it was believed that humans would vanish entirely… until something unexpected was discovered.

During routine expeditions, certain alien species once again encountered living humans. Upon interacting with them, a revelation emerged: to 99% of all known intelligent species, humans are not merely attractive — they are absolute and objectively perfect.

The symmetry of their forms is seen as flawless.

The cadence of their voices is musical, harmonious in any language.

The simple touch of human skin triggers intense biochemical and neurological responses, comparable to rare and otherwise unreachable states of euphoria.

Even their silent presence is enough to shift the mood of entire environments.

Every aspect of human biology seems to bring that same aspect. The sweat, saliva, even urine and feces, along with human sperm are products sold at a price so high that few had tasted it's incomparable taste.

This is not a matter of personal taste or cultural trend — it is a universal, measurable, undeniable fact. To almost the entire galaxy, being near a human is being in the presence of something transcendent.

The discovery of this absolute fascination turned humans into living treasures. The Galactic Human Preservation Institution, established shortly afterward, assumed full control over the surviving population.

They live under maximum protection, in facilities more akin to palaces than prisons.

Periodically, some are sent to designated worlds for supervised interactions, where crowds of aliens wait for a fleeting moment of contact.

So precious are these beings that, on the rarest of occasions, the Institution allows the exclusive acquisition of a human. The price, however, is unimaginable: greater than the commercial value of an entire star system. This is not mere ownership, but the right to something that cannot be replicated, cultivated, or synthesized. A human is unique, irreplaceable, and their loss is considered an interspecies tragedy.

The presence of a single human at a diplomatic event can seal peace treaties or ignite interstellar disputes. Planetary leaders compete for audiences, artists attempt to capture what cannot be reproduced, and scientists continue to seek answers for how and why such perfection exists.

Despite centuries of research, the cause remains hidden. It is not only appearance, voice, or chemistry — it is something deeper, as if the very essence of humanity emits a universal frequency that resonates with almost all sentient life. No other species, past or present, shares this singularity.

Today, humanity is simultaneously extinct and immortalized. Their numbers are far too small to form a civilization, yet their importance is so great that, to many, a single human is worth more than a thousand habitable worlds. The galaxy has learned a simple truth: there is nothing comparable to a human — and perhaps there never will be.