On Patrol

You soar freely through the air feeling the wind beneath you as you fly high into the air, your form fitting nano-mesh suit acts like a second skin revealing your toned, sinewy body. Your gain altitude rising higher than the birds as you cross over the Himalayas. Higher than the airplanes fly as you gaze down at New York watching nine million souls going about their brief, sad, lives, you fly up to the edge of the atmosphere and look down on the whole world. Earth, your new home. You can see eight billion souls, hear eight billion human heartbeats, and smell two billion fertile females in **** need of your seed. It is your duty to spread your genetic material to this world. A mission given to you from The Most High Conclave of Dominant Sapience of The Galaxy, There Will Be Done.
So many choices. So many worthy vessels. But you have to start somewhere.