"Computer, is ze universal translator working yet?"
< Addaptions complete >
"Right zen, I had better get myself a guinea pig"
Paul entered the sacrifice chamber once more. Luckily the Volaxians were all still unconscious. theyre blood chemistry still being changed. Paul picked up the nearest one to him and dragged it back to the runabout.
He heaved it up onto a biobed and restrained it. He revived it and slowly it opened its eyes.
"Ello, I am Lieutenant Paul Deveraux of ze United Federation Of Planets. Can you understand me?"
"Yes, Yes I can"
"Good, now zats a start. I need to run some medical tests on you, I dunno if ya know what zat means, but it wont hurt."
The Volaxian looked incredibly scared, but there was nothing it could do but lie there. Paul took a hypospray with some blood from the dead Volaxian and injected it into the Volaxian on the table. The tricorder was picking up changes in the blood. Each time, blood from another Volaxian had been infused into another, the blood chemistry seemed to have gotten simpler and simpler until eventually it wasn't able to maintain intelligent life. If this kept happening, then soon enough, it wouldn't be able to support sentient life. This was no longer a matter of scientific curiosity, but a matter of an entire race of people dying out.
"Do you know what I just did to ya?"
"No"
"I put some blood from dead boy into you. Do ya know what happens to ya when ya drink the blood"
"We have the darkness, In which the Gods come to bless us all with longer life."
"That isn't quite what happens mon amis. I dunno wether or not you're gonna understand any of what im about to tell ya, but drinking blood is dangerous for ya. Your blood as a certain chemical in it that compromises you're own blood, making you de-evolve. If you and your people keep drinkin it, then eventually, you'll all die out."
The Volaxian looked at Paul and he knew that it hadn't understood a word that he had just said.
"If ya keep drinking the blood of dead people, you're gonna die gumbo"
"We have drank the blood of the fallen for centuries. There is no harm in it"
"Well then why are you primitive compared with your ancestors?"
"That is the will of the Gods."
"No it isn't"
"Yes it is!"
"No"
"YES IT IS! YES IT IS! YES IT IS! YES IT IS!" the Volaxian kept repeating this over and over and trying to break free from the restraints.
Paul knew there was only one way out of this situation and to save these people.
"Look mon amis, I am your God and I say no it is not our will!"
The Volaxian stopped and looked at Pual in awe.