Heart brimming with pride, I stop in front of the podium, I look out at the wonderful sight before me. Seated in the cavernous hall of the auditorium are nearly two hundred thousand slave girls that serve in the Martian Imperial Palace. Cleaning staff, pleasure girls, auxiliary soldiers and office workers. All of them proudly serve in the emperor’s abode and completely under Martian control. 

 

As they all stand and applaud me, I recall how I came to be here.

 

I was a professor in the women’s studies department of King's College in London for three years when the Martians brought our world into their fold. I myself was processed into a Martian slave girl along with many others when the city fell. I would accept whatever use my masters found for me.

 

Had my masters simply chosen for me to serve them with my body, I would have had no complaints. I would bask in the pleasure such service would allow me to experience.

 

But to my joy, I have been given a chance to put my mind in the service of the Martian Empire as well.

 

I was questioned about my job before I could be assigned to any particular duties. I was overjoyed to hear that they’d taken such an interest in my field of expertise and I gave them as complete a picture of it as I could. A week later, I was informed of how I would serve my new masters. I and other women in my field of study were to form a think tank whose purpose was to develop and refine an idea that was supposed to be spread to the slave girls of Mars. This idea was meant to provide a reason why the annexation of Earth was a blessing for its women and why it is in the best interests of human females to support the Martians.

 

As one of my masters put it ‘Earthgirls must not only obey, they must believe too.”

 

I was beyond honored. I’d never done such a thing before. I didn’t even see my task as work. I saw it as my newest passion. I was taken to Mars itself where my colleagues and I stayed in a large building in the shadow of Olympus Mons. My coworkers weren’t just other women’s studies professors, but prominent women’s rights activists and social media personalities who’d come to see the wisdom of Martian rule over Earth.

 

Those days were heavenly. We were each divided into groups that crafted our own ideas before meeting later in the day with the others in a large conference room where the spokeswoman for each group laid out what they had thought of. This was a collaborative effort. We didn’t try shooting down the ideas of other groups. We were all working to create a masterpiece, and these meetings helped us refine the idea that our Martian masters wished us to create.

 

After four months, we were finally ready to submit our theory to the Martians for approval, which was swiftly given. That theory is what I am about to speak to this crowd about, indoctrinate them into.

 

“Thank you,” I say as the applause dies down. “It is an honor beyond words to speak to the servants of the emperor himself.”

 

They clap again, cheering.

 

“That you are all here today means that the millennia of tribulations that human women have had to endure is over. The arrival of Martians on Earth is the most dramatic advancement in women’s rights in human history. For as long as some sort of organized society has existed on the planet, human men had a monopoly on access to human women for the purpose of sex. There was no other sentient species that could threaten this monopoly, no other options for human women to turn to.”

 

There were boos from the audience. I didn’t take it personally. They disapproved of the situation I described, not me. 

 

“Over time, this access became taken for granted. Human women became trapped, with a myriad of laws and social pressures meant to ensure that they only had sex with human men primarily for the purpose of reproduction. Even as restraints of women’s sexuality gradually loosened, women who preferred to have sex with aliens were cast as being depraved. Media in which extraterrestrials took an interest in human women had the message that men had to protect them from aliens, ingraining a fear of losing their monopoly on access to human females.”

 

More boos from the crowd.

 

“For such access to be undermined implied a threat to the continued survival of humanity as a whole. If human women could choose partners of another sentient species, then the drop in births could imperil humanity’s ability to replenish itself.”

 

There was a third wave of disapproving noises. I felt my spirit soar as I prepared to continue. 

 

“The Martian conquest of Earth freed human women from millenia of the expectation that she only have sexual relations with human men. They were released from a patriarchal pressure that existed for millenia. It is in the best interest of human women to see the Martian Emperor as a liberator, his soldiers as their friends and protectors. Through cooperation with the Martians, the women of Earth can secure a brighter future.”

 

This time there were cheers, cries of jubilation.

 

“One thing is required of you for this future to become reality. Your obedience. Your unwavering, unquestioning, and joyful obedience! Long live the emperor! Hail the Martian Empire.”

“We will obey!” shouted the crowd. “Long live the emperor! Hail the Martian Empire.”

 

I teared up hearing that. I was so happy.

 

Thank the Martian Empire for seeing my worth, seeing what I could do for them.