Gem G'bal had always yearned for off-planet adventures, so you can imagine her surprise and excitement when, just this morning during a boring flight around her favorite moon, she read an ad beamed from her personal transport's holocube:
Wanted - Anthropology graduates with strong skills in alien psycho-manipulation needed to join Hate Patrol on emergency mission to off-world storage facility. Experience in time travel required. Background in Human studies preferred. Double credits for a mandatory Terran transformation (permanent).
Gem knew her history. The fore-mentioned storage facility was really a tiny, ignored planet at the farthest corner of her galaxy. It was called Earth, and it was critical for her people's salvation. For it was on this unassuming little planet where Hate was trapped and stored.
Not so long ago, maybe a few million years or so, Gem recalled, her planet was on the dipping end of death. The Hate virus had traveled eons through space and across time to feed on the Love that fed her people. At the point of near universal starvation, The Mothers made a desperate, but ultimately wise decision to corral the virus, inject it into two hearty volunteers who bravely agreed to permanent transformation and transport to the far-distant and insignificant Earth. Once there, the two volunteers transferred the Hate virus to the ideally-suited molten core of the planet where it languished for millennia. Except for the occasional breach when a little would leak out to wreak havoc on its bipedal and simple-minded inhabitants, the virus was contained. A most pronounced leak, however, had occurred in Earth's 21st century, and that's when Gem G'bal and the Hate Patrol came to the rescue.
I know what you're thinking. And you'd be wrong. These Hate patrols are not a bunch of judgemental elites who go around pretending to be all lovey-dovey and better than us Humans. Who, just because they come from the future, know the be all and end all of our fates. No, they are just hard-working young women whose ancient ancestors had the feminine foresight to banish the Hate Virus. How were they supposed to know this was no leak, but instead, a damn dam break?
Gem and her team of scientists arrived on Earth in time to actually witness a viral epidemic of Hate. A human male had burned down the planet's main air supply which could damage viral containment. Another had caged and experimented on young humans who, without the intervention of the Hate Patrol, would grow up infected with the virus. Still another was preparing to launch crude weapons that could destroy the entire planet, thus releasing the Hate virus into the Universe again. Gem G'bal and her patrol had their work cut out for them.
Look, it's not easy psycho-manipulating a Terran adult male who is critically infected. Gem threw every trick in the book at the arsonist but he and his henchmen were too weakened by the virus. Same with the child prison warden. The virus had jumped from him to his supporters, metastasizing and mutating, leaving him impotent and incoherent. And don't even remind me of the weaponeer. Gods, the kid was born infected and beyond manipulation, poor dear. So, when Gem's communique reached The Mothers asking for permission to execute Plan B, it wasn't for lack of skill or effort, ok?
Overnight, the bipedal population of the planet Earth was diminished. The Hate virus was extracted from the remaining inhabitants and buried deeper within the planet's core in a new and improved breach-proof container.
Gem and the Hate Patrol returned to their home far, far away. Their transformations to human form were permanent but became a novelty then fashion among her people.
And our home, our green and blue little world where Hate is buried deep, flourished in love, peace and quiet.