Forward unto Dawn
Forward unto Dawn
Final chapter of L4Y mundane
Rise of the Reclaimers.
"Do it!" I barked, a tear rolled down his eye, my strength was fading, no glucose left to synthesize. I yelled at him again, but he resisted, he honored the love of a partial family.
"Please....do IT!" the gun shook in his hand, the shockwave from the seeded leviathan was growing, I didn't have much time, I needed this, an easy way out you would say? No conversion into the real thing, for both of us, therian and once beaten animal, now begging for the grave. I knew he wouldn't obey the command, being the first hybrid, born from human flesh but the genome was beautifully twisted with animal DNA, he was the last, I was the first, I was too human, I needed this, my children, the Reclaimer children were to fix the earth, and abolish mundane terror. A fine tune to call me, destiny is not a bitch, but an oracle, she knows what will happen, you can either accept it or....fight it, people try to change their future but always fail, you can't fight time escaping from your life, but you can slow it.
My way out as a pure chimera, almost pure, written genome constantly perfected by stem cell injections, I was to lead the people into s new age of evolution, for them to control wisely, the Reclaimers, were the guardians.
"Do this for me." I whispered through my long teeth. His face flared up with emotion.
"Why?! So you can be killed just like they wanted!" he screeched at my voice. No it was the other way around, humanity was finished, the strongest don't survive, it is who are fastest to adapt to the situation.
"Not like this Tene! Never! (I point my clawed pointer finger to the ground with my angry posture) today we win, but at a cost." He still didn't have a finger on the trigger, emotions still blindsided him.
"What does victory have to do with death?!" those terrorized animal eyes looked at me, it's hard to think we were a family, even though different creatures of biology, and species orders, we still had found mutual fraternity for one another, Until now.
"Is this another human logic? You're not human anymore! You're me! Like me!" he thumps his paw onto his chest, a simple yet powerful gesture of acceptance to us trans-animals. In my mind I try to hush him with pheromones, but no anvil, the tears don't stop running down his distressed face.
"You still cry? Do you not? A favor for my retreat into the beyond is a heavy gift and price to play. Tene, you do not pull the trigger for one thing.
He looks up in confusion, runny nose and wide wet eyes, he wonders.
"Spirit." I spit out.
"Human spirit, animal spirit, it is a sign that you are still at your core! Evolving like we should, you are whole and human on the inside of your soul. That's why you cannot do it. The loyalty I have shown you, as a brother almost, do not shame me from this! I hissed.
It was time to be honest.
"All the times I took care of you, the love, the loyalty, all the care, do this for me! As love towards me, support, and loyalty in return! Do this for the love of me." I didn't shout when I said this, but he knew what I meant, self-righteous suicide was here, at last my leading of the world's new era, no more hate crimes, genital cutting, and of all anthropomorphism for all who wanted it.
He raised the pistol, that old thing I held onto from Colorado. My last words to him were simple.
"How will I know it's you when you come back?" He cried.
"Well I'm going to be the only bipedal anthropomorphic porcupine walking around." I try to smile, a tear rolls down my eye, but the gravity of the situation is too dark for me to, but I try anyway.
"Will you remember me?"
"I hope Tene, but a lot can happen, I may remember you, but...I hope you remember me as always." The answer was strong enough for him to continue my wish.
He fired.
In his horror of what he had done, he rushed over to me, stricken by what he just did, but had done it for love, the love I had shown him all this time. He was a good kid, but not even before he came to my side, I was gone, he held me, ignoring the uncomfortable factors of by backside, savoring my scent. He had just learned a very hard important lesson in life. Love hurts.
And thus begins my actual reformation unto earth, I am WHOLE AGAIN. After so many years with butchered genitals, and a tortured mind and body. I thank you.
End of Chapter.
L4Y Revolution begins.
Left 4 Yiff Revolution
Book 1
Catalyst of the Beast devil.
I am not who you think I am, I am a Reclaimer, there are always stories of legends, they all differ, some end in horror, others in honor. It matters not the tale you tell, or wish to hear, it matters that you listen to your elders as assign of respect.
Simple.
Transhumanism was a wonder of his mind. But he Knew immortality would make us lazy, extremely careful though, such human errors were such a disgrace as always. He was not shamed; he was shamed by the proof that was ignored by an ignorant race of humans. He revolted the powers of men who lived well, took what they had to power the future.
The old race was still learning but, they didn't learn enough, or fast enough, he would not wait until the world which was given to us would be destroyed. Polluted? Yes, but had plans to fix that.
We all did. Our honor. Our Earth
The catalyst, he was, always, took tools in living life, and put them into a ballad of play. It was graceful that our material creator was wise as he rose above mundane ways of direct killings, he used general biology of the mind to alter the actions of others. Though humans were all based on violence, sometimes this did not work, though fighting fire with fire worked well on humans, after all, they didn't evolve.
We did, the catalyst formed our progress in creation. We are fortunate?
We are loved.
We are Reclaimers.
But the catalyst is gone.
We are angered, a first test for our biology of thinking and feeling? Yes we think, but we are a collective mind of a species, no hive dictator ship, free normal thoughts. It was him, the hybrid born of both human womb and animal genome that took away our light.
But what progress did Tene play in this ballad? The Catalyst was calm, begging for final rest. We do not know why. Our strong imprints showed us the things he had come to hate, twisted his black demon blood into his tissues and cells to become a fighter, to abolish things we are not allowed to do to us or others, butcher normal genitals, hate crimes, senseless genocide, and hatred.
Our imprints showed us what he followed, he believed, but he let us choose what to think, we are the new children of earth, though the first specie council asked to imprint his ideas into them, a wise demand, seeing as these things were the cause of the human race to die off, and pure chimera rose up in their place. Humans that did not choose what animal to intertwine with in biological factors, thus ending their humanity, but still being alive, were given simple fair hibernation, stasis, and constant meditation, until their souls and minds matched an animal. We are fare, we are loving. We are his children.
It is most appropriate to tell you my name, it is Mabye. No not Maybe, it is not a potential error, or joke, it is our naming category. Let me explain. The naming of children is simple, based off a mistake of a spelling of a common word. It is most appropriate, only through ascendency will our names be changed to the (clears throat) "Correct word." It is really not that hard, endless possibilities, we use now many forming post human languages deemed appropriate by the Catalyst.
I know a Few. French, Russian, Spanish. They are still growing.
But I am quite ashamed of what I am doing now, I tamper with moral sin, we search for Tene, yes to find out why, why he killed our light, but I am trying to revive and give rebirth to his body.
His body. The porcupine, our father, the Catalyst, the one known as Hystrix to humanity. Forgive me. I am not a sin causing disease, but I play with fire, like Prometheus, but we cannot let our non-biological parent die. We master tech and science, fast, but as a slow and steady pace the Catalyst has told us many times during our infancy. We have learned well. I am glad.
The authority was given me permission to examine his body, analyze the nerve memories, understand Tene's real motive, it was murder, yes, but it was not for anger, but for Sorrow? No, I am confused, but I am to revive him, it is very possible, growing and refurbishing his cells, in a natural Celled womb, basic restoration. I can very in fact take his mind, soul, and image, and put it back into a healed form.
When........Tene...made the wound on him, we were drawn to the porcupine, pheromones called us, we came, didn't know what happened. We preserved his body, using simple factors, he is whole, just his heart is dead; it stopped on command, why would a body command that? Was it his time? Sorrow tells me no.
I have much work to do. He will be reborn the same, but his mind will be unstable for some time. I have sent word to Deafh, origin of the name death, to prepare a controlled and well hidden climate to test the healing of his mind, the Catalyst will return to guide us, I do not want to be proud being an orphan, most would agree.
I look at the custodiant tank, he is in there, safe, but while many years will pass by, I wonder, can I get away with reviving the animal. His fur and quills seemingly dance in the fresh preservative liquid, keeping cells not damaged alive, his body who- no not whole, he is missing many factors of a normal being, you know what I am referring to, my imprints almost went up for a moment. I shall be sharing this lab with other examiners, each a deep respect for our material father, he may be, but we are all on the same level, basic family. I press a holokey to see cellular integrity of the catalyst,
I press checkup > 84% stasis
Cor damage, cor is Latin for heart, his heart stopped, upon impact of the lead based projectile, the bio-ward team is concluding that lead is toxic to many organisms, but it does not stop the heart, ahhem, Cor I should say, instantly. I am carefully to arch my head around my shoulders to see where my other field workers are, I shouldn't be reviewing his integrity stats; but I need to get familiar with what to fix and prepare.
I could be executed, put on a integration lace, studied for my actions, they don't know how to save the catalyst, I am sad, if I revealed my plans, it could tear a rift in the moral of all Reclaimers, focus on our creation would in fact bring up a moral need to bond ourselves like dogs to our source of light. By that time it might be to late, I feel though I am gifted.
Each to some Reclaimers have absorbed a rare feat from the catalyst, wither it be abnormal curiosity, I do not know, I have an urge, to learn what I can really do, I want to shine, but I cannot tell, I press more keys, getting more images of dead cell sites, nothing to invasive, I'm sure he would understand my love to fix things, I can only hope Tene pays for his crimes by acute summoning to the first 4 specie councils. Yes 4.
One for each aspect of Reclaimer.
Society-
Protection-
Science-
Medicine-
They all will converge on him like fruit flies to a raw dripping mango, sexual it sounds, but we are indeed creatures that reproduce, we are proud for common intimacy, I have tasted quite a few lines of romance, though no pregnancies, I am not allotted for a secure life, I live for science right know. And science is the only thing that can save us.
Someone calls my name, I start thinking I will panic, but it's a sent message from the council of Society, I am relieved and grateful that they have sent word, the messenger is Tolwe, origin of the word Towel, it's some kind of cloth used to dry water off of its user.
"With welcome." Tolwe states.
"I greet you." I finished, smiling, the feeling is mutual. He doesn't come to see what I am working on, he comes to see, if I am ready to hear the message from the council of Society. I am most ready. I bow my head slightly, a sign for him to begin. He starts.
"The council of Society, factors a need to know many things, we know what has killed the catalyst, but his instant death, is a disturbing unknown factor, the Medicine council has concluded that only beings die when it is time, but his time......was not yet to come, there is some disturbing plan. Our focus onto you, Mabye, is to analyze his nerve imprints and memories. SEARCH for anything relating why this has happened, either a falling out with the hybrid Tene? We must be certain for summoning of the council, for his mock trial. Read these memories over again, find new ones. Relate to other ones." He pauses. It is difficult to order a mind intrusion onto the catalyst, it itself is almost holy property to us, but the Council of society is well trusted.
I'm sure the porcupine would want that, knowing the truth would ease us. He continues.
"Do you accept the focus of this task?" He raises a holo recorder, evidence is needed of my support to this job.
I raise my chest. "Yes, I obtain the following rules for this commission, and accept the pact." My voice is recorded.
"Live well." He starts
"And live slow." I finish, a common Reclaimer saying,
He is happy, and leaves, almost striding with pride on those hind legs of his, the room seems more quiet, it's probably the guilt of what I am to do after all of this that blocks out my senses, I just took an oath to do a very important job, but I will need to do it.
Then I will take the Catalyst, and rebirth our light, Hystrix forgive me. For I am in the dark. I hit close on scanning option. My investigation will begin, and we all may do mad from what we see and find out. I pray the conclusion is most appropriate for all 4 councils.
Please spare me, oh earth, for we have just begun the revolution of your people.