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The Harmony InDiscord

by: Taiku Altergrund

UNKNOWN SPEACEAS ACCESSING DATABANKS. ATTEMPTING TO DETERMING PRIMARRY LANGUAGE FOR COMUNICATIONS PURPOSES. PROCESSING... PROCESSING... PROCESSING... Processing complete. Human race recognized. LANGUAGE CHOSEN: English. State of civilization: Diminishing.

Most praised technology of the last decade: Hand held communication platforms. Governmental status: Distrusted and collapsing. Planetary economics: Crippled. Resources: Sufficient to sustain. Proper course of action being determined . . . . . . . . . . . Action Chosen. Accessing historical databases.

Many eons ago, back before the earth even existed. Off in a solar system not unlike your own. Life had chosen to take a more adaptive path. A more anthropomorphic path. I speak of a planet in the Omega Centari Star Cluster. Our People called it "Home of unrelenting beauty"or as your people would call it . . . Shirlanka, Eaden, Heaven, or Paradise.

The planet was Vast in scale compared to what you call earth. Perhaps even about the size of Jupiter. Oceans as grand as your pacific and rivers that curved and carved the land were prevalent. Mountains as beautiful and any diamond ring, and plains as calming and open as the hearts of true lovers shown grandly upon its surface. Bluffs and buttes, hills and valleys, sea and sky, wind and weather, all played their part in making this word as beautiful as the eyes of your true love. If ever love could be made physically manifest this would be it. For in its unrealistic splendor and grandeur, any one visiting would be smote with a sense of awe and wonderment as they gazed upon a world as if to be the very "Garden of Eaden" itself.

There was a problem with this world so serene and graceful in design, and it was in a constant state of war. Governments and anarchists, friends and neighbors, churches and states. Some one was always instigating discord and bloodshed. Yet anyone at war always followed simple rules. Explosives were never used, chemicals or radiation were though of as more criminal is the most horrifying act you could think to commit. All wars, no matter how advanced the world became were fought with medieval non-siege weaponry. The only exception to this rule was for the taking of a city, and even then citizens and soldiers still did everything they could to preserve the land outside the city.

The last thing I shall tell you of our world, is that our road system was simple and easy to navigator. Out side of a city no 2 paved roads were closer then 100 kilometers, and all cities were build along them. Farms had dirt hills from which irrigation would run as well as serve as a "road" for their access. This ensured minimal environmental damage. The reason this worked is because farms, as you know them, are small, our worlds farms spanned 100 or more square kilometers per crop with 5 crops per farm, if not more.

I speak to you today of the life my my first creator lived. Born in kilgranden ,and he was a feisty infant. For the sake of simplicity I shall now refer to him as Gregory. His mother had been a young otter who in a night of lustful passion, or sin as your society would have it, had a wild affair with a man of notable appeal and conceived Gregory. The father on the other hand was a snake, charming and handsome. Both of them cared form the child they had born, though in drastically different ways.

Gregory's mother was protective of him, often teaching him from home rather then in public schools, though at the age of 8 when Gregory tested dangerously well above natural average for his age group, the government came and took him away. Not being permitted to see him in person she often handed letters to the federal agent who had taken Gregory away on that fateful day, asking him if he could see to it that they reached my creator.

The Father often tried to buy the respect and love of his son with expensive toys, clothes, or electronics. While it kept Gregory happy, it did not provide the guidance or affection he longed for. With out a proper father figure in his life Gregory turned to the very government whom had taken him from his mother for moral and ethical guidance. Which resulted in both a blessing and a curse.

By age 14 Gregory had completed what you would call high school education, and was headed to for our societies equivalent of Collage. You see, Gregory had been selected for a super soldier program, one which would inevitably result in the death of many innocent lives. This was to be the end of his life.

Gregory's group included a horse, wolf, lion, falcon, bull, and an iguana. All of them were around age 14 because that was the time when the genetics were most mailable. The parents were there to witness the transformation of their sons and daughters into the first batch of super soldiers. Now, each of them in the first group had passed all the genetic tests, and were to be administered an adequate serum. Each serum contained 5 different genetic "enhancements" for the subjects.

"Remember, you volunteered for this, and your parents approved. I pray that all goes well." Albert said as he injected the vascularization drug. This particular drug keept the serum from clogging the veins of the recipients, also cause minor distress on the heart. This made most of the subjects cry out, except one.

The wolf said, "You know I never though I would do anything great with my life."

Albert replied, "What is your name?"

"It is Gregory, I was named after my grand father who died in WW2"

Speaking with a rather unnerved tone, "Well Gregory, I hope that all goes well. You are the first group of furries to get any form of the serum. There is a strong chance that you might...well, die."

"I am well aware of the risks. Continuing, "I am also aware that if I don't die I may become something not human."

The horse who had not said a single word shouted, "If this could happen, why are you even administering this fucking shit to us?!"

Albert, in an unusually harsh voice, responded, "You should have read the paperwork then. As I recall, yours was the first in to the testing pool. So you would do well to keep your mouth shut, especially with someone as brave as Gregory who came in knowing what may happen."

With that said, everyone in the room grew eerily quiet as each subject was injected with their specific serums. The horse was first to show signs of change. She, unfortunately, devolved into a screaming horror show as her flesh swelled, and her pores bleed. She died within 3 minutes of injection.

Next to start changing was the Iguana, he lasted an extraordinarily long time. Reaching the final stages though tumorous growths began forming on his throat, cutting off his ability to breathe. He suffocated to death within 6 minutes. Third was the Falcon who died instantly of a ruptured heart. The reaming subjects including Gregory began to show signs of change. The Lion and the bull died swiftly in a similar manner to the horse, but Gregory survived.

Gregory's transformation was a grotesque sight, involving his skin mutating into a more of an exoskeleton, muscle swelling, bones cracking. This was all coupled with such pain that Gregory screamed so loud that the glass objects in the room cracked. When the process had finally finished running it's course, Gregory's mind had shattered. The ruined remains of his mind had devolved into something much less then human, something feral and purely animalistic in nature. He lashed about trying to kill several people. He was quarantined, and 3 days latter put down and incinerated.

Outrage gripped the parents of the teens who had died, but most distraught were Gregory's parents. They had to see their son suffer unimaginable pain, and turn feral because of it. Morning the death, they could not even have a funeral because of the nature of their sons ashes.

END OF DATA INPUT ON CREATOR GREGORY! I felt sorry for him because it was with is help that the greatest medical substance of all time was created, hence why I said that his governmental guidance was both a blessing and a curse.