Saving the Species

Let's Not Kid Around. I'm guilty of attempted murder. 40 years ago I hatched a plot, literally a plot called the Confessions of Iandor, to kill off the human species. Ecology had burst nto politics and the only thing that stood in the way for me of the Ecological Utopia was us, our species.
The deed was accomplished by a force called Nature which tired of our destructiveness and thoughlessness froze us out of the web of life.
My super hero, an Iandor, an organic machine, was going to set off the Catastrophe that killed the species. There were many Iandors, members of The Colgar Order (the word Colgar was an archaic word refering to its mission of protecting other species from humans) , but non so famous as ours.
You see, humanity managed to slip into space in sizeable number thanks to the use of space and time warps, originally envisioned by science fiction writers, and then actualized by the new breed of paraphysicists. The species started turning up everywhere: rootless settlers with a habit of violence to get their way. The famous Earth drifted into the background. Nobody could locate it for sure among the myriad of settled planets. Some said Earth had been nuked to death by its intelligent manifestation. The feeling of a close call, in any case, permeated the consciousness of the colonizing humans. They carried with them a strong guilty fear of meeting their come-uppance among the stars. As they ruthlessly trashed planet after planet, sending every intelligent species they encountered into extinction, they apprehensively stared ahead to the showdown that would leave humans extinct.
They did find a few colonial empires built on force but none of these survived the civil wars that they couldn't repress. It was the political genius of the humans that were able to create a domestic democracy that utilized a neural network merger that manifested as the Almalgmnet from which all decision making an authority derived. Mitopol was the final name of the political system which was responsible for providing the technology for the neural net.
Once there was a center for all to refer to, centralization set in, concentration of the participators in the neural net into a relatively small elite ( in the low billions numberwise). Technology made its more economical to make an end run around the regular model human, replacing them with sophisticated classes of clones, seeking the perfect type to fill variously needed social roles: white, blue, wrist, ankle and etc collar workers were cloned from Jack Lemmon, Dolly Parton, Betty Page and O.J. Simpson respectively. Specialized fighting (i.e. invading) clones were provided by John Wayne, Mike Tyson, Frank Sinatra and more.
The crisis of conscience among humans is attributable to the founder of the Order, Leeamm, anthrophysicist, who provided demograph proof that humans were the only species possible that could threaten humans. Leeamm concluded that the real necessity of protect other species from humans.
Thus were born the Iandors - organic machines, meat engines modeled on Leeamm's physiological accomplishments resulting from experiments he made on himself and close associates. Miraculously only half a dozen deaths occured before the Order had a production pattern.The Leeammists had isolated part of the problem: the reptile brain. It had to go and with it went the ungovernable impulses associated with fight/flight. An Iandor was not compulsively quick on the draw and so could be sent as an advance guard to prepare the ground among any highly intelligent species kto make sure their image was harmless to rear guard settlers.
The Leeammists also pinpointed the reproductive apparatus which humans to over power others with numbers. That was removed as well. Meanwhile the meat machines were laid down in clever little strands, giving it extrodinary strength and awareness, but holding itself harmless. The sense of irreplaceable individuality that seemed derived from these physiological challenges was absent in Iandors.
The Mitopol elite thought they had something of broader utilization here. However the first re-engineered set of clones with reptile brains or sex organs missing in the first stamping, saw brains and organs returning after only months, sometimes days. Clones could not be treated like meat machines.
Neither could be treated like puppets. Autonomy broke out continually among clones and Iandors. Our Iandor was famous for the unparalleled flow of heir fluid transformations, running a gamut of species in a show that to witness people paid the Order bundles of paper pax for. Our Iandor made the Order rich but also fame made heir Attitude impossble to deal with. Comedians called heir The Heiretic and made the sexlessness of the Colgars even more of a sensation. It made her so sexy! It became a fashion among the Clones to amputate their reptilel brains and throw their genitalia out after. Yet fear, rage and lust did not disappear from the imitation Iandors. With no visible benefits, very few of the Clones could go long without reinstituting organ regrowth. As the saying went might as well be hung for a Creep as a Leeamm.
Our Iandor's unimeed confession pulled the highest ratings consistently. Anything shey expressed was what everyone wanted. This made heir the object of power politics and suddenly shey was "entrusted" with a delicate "case" among the stars. Off shey went.
Oddly however the clamor was so great among heir fans that the Elite, the Council of Archetectors, felt they had to break the unbreakable rule against Iandors being allowed into humein society.
All this, and more, is part of a prologue to the moment our Iandor appears in the starsystem P.ON.Der and reports to the Ecologue in charge of the Order's Colstry, a dark satellite that circles the PlanetCity TENDERLY.