FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is going to be the first series I'm going to write. Not sure if I'll ever make a sequel, but it's an idea. This will go to chapter five and end. The two lines to a poem at the very end in quotation marks are part of a longer poem, which will end at the same time as this story. There is some repitition, but bear with it. Later chapters will have more yiff, I promise.

• * * Chapter One: Reality Shift Part A: Realization The sun rose early a Tuesday not long after Easter. The sun's rays glittered through the dirtied pane of glass onto a tumble of bed sheets. The bed itself was unoccupied, however. There was only slight movement outside of the room, just in another room adjacent to it. The sunlight did not reach this room, but rather there was artificial light from above emitted only from a light bulb the size of a fist. Under the light was a figure, only the height of about five feet, eleven inches. The figure resembled a furry, but more specifically a wolf, in every aspect. From a quick glance, anyone would be able to tell that this wolf is male. He currently paced back and forth in this artificial room, with artificial light and temperature given off by the air conditioner and light bulb trying to counteract one another. He searched for something only known to him, but by the general pacing and continuity of the search, he had not found it just yet. Papers were placed in stacks, from one side of the room to the other side of the room, only in a corner. They collected as much dust as they could, proudly showing it as a collection for all to see in this room, in a silent and unspoken competition of which stack could stay idle the longest. Their competition, however, had been interrupted by the wolf's constant shifting and sifting of their contents. The wolf yawned loudly due to the early hours and the desperate need of oxygen. The air conditioner could only do so much for something so cheaply made, found only a week earlier and installed in less than its discovery. But it tried its hardest, doing its new master proud but feeling only slightly disappointed from the yawn. It sighed more cool air onto its master, causing the wolf to shake his fur and breathe but a mist. The wolf gave up his search, shaking his head slowly from side to side in a disappointed pose. He walked out of the room, turning the light off and giving complete control of the temperature to the air conditioner. Step after step, the wolf walked toward his bed, leaving his prints into the carpet below him. The phone rang once he put his paw onto the jumble of sheets, but he ignored it, knowing full well that the answering machine would need to do its job one of these days anyhow. The wolf put the sheets into layers, placed neatly on his bed so that they looked like the smooth skin of the bed, flattened out and perfect, rather than wrinkled and looking of an aged resting place. The shirt worn by the wolf consisted of the same smoothness, yet looked slightly wrinkled from his constant moving around and sifting of the other room. His pants were no exception from this description, but they did not argue against it. The wolf walked out of his room and to the answering machine. He looked at it for just a moment and saw that it had not done its job at all. The light that should have blinked on and off when there was a new message just remained still, signaling that there was no new message. He wondered why the caller had not left a message, but decided that not everyone liked to leave messages on machines. He stuffed a backpack he found nearby with books and papers that he had also found nearby. He flung it over his shoulder and headed towards the door. It unlocked, not by itself, but only after he turned the deadlock and released the door from its hold. He opened it by turning the handle and pulling towards him and stepping out of the way to dodge it. Three steps forward and he turned, letting the door close in front of him while he took out a key. He put the key inside the keyhole, making sure it fit and turned it until an audible click was emitted. He turned the key once again and pulled it out, yet only to confine it inside of his pocket. He walked towards the driveway in front of his house. He noticed that both of the cars that had been in the driveway were gone, or rather were still gone from the night before. He sighed and knew that his parents had not returned from their jobs, most likely having to stay late for some unimportant, yet highly paid assignment. He had little time to think about it, really, since the sun had risen out early. He did not really know the time, but by judging by the school bus driving by without him, he realized that it was fairly later than it should have been. He ran to the school bus, following it as fast as he could until he got up to the door. He tapped on it and the school bus driver looked over, slightly annoyed all ready by the crowd in the back being noisy enough to wake the neighborhood. He stopped the bus, however, as the wolf panted slightly while climbing aboard after the doors had opened. He climbed up and thanked the driver cautiously, knowing full well that the driver did not want to be spoken to. The wolf found a seat near the front. The seats in the back were usually occupied since everyone loved to speak loudly in the back whereas the driver would speak even more loudly had you been speaking loudly in the front. The wolf did not mind at all since he usually did not speak at all during the whole trip to school. He looked out of the window, panting from his run as the bus had continued on its journey. Someone sat next to him, but he did not know who. He looked over curiously and saw a human female, slightly shorter than he, smiling at him. He tried to speak, but decided not to since he still had to catch his breath, feeling as if it still had another mile to run to catch up to him. The girl said, "Hi! I'm new here. My name is Jessica. What's your name?" The sentences were simple, just as any answer to them would be, but the wolf was concentrated on breathing. Jessica noticed this and added, "Well, if you still need to catch your breath, then could I see your ID card?" She smiled as she asked this. The wolf nodded and pulled out his wallet from his other pocket. He flipped through it and finally found the ID card that had been mailed to him only two days ago. He pulled it out of his wallet and handed it to the waiting hand of Jessica. She read it out loud: "Your name is Kirren Pher. Is that pronounced like an 'f' or like a 'p'? Oh well, that doesn't matter, I'll just assume it's an 'f' sound. You're only fifteen years old? Me too! Looks like we have something in common, huh? Let's see.... Your birthday is the twelfth of May, so I guess you have a few more months until you're sixteen, right?" The wolf just panted. Jessica continued, "You don't have a job, but that's all right. You'll find one soon enough! Personally, I don't have a job either. But your card is weird. It doesn't have this sticker I saw some other furries have. Why is that?" Kirren finally gained back his breath only because he could not breathe when he heard this. His heart stopped for only a second, therefore less air had to be pumped into his lungs to be pumped into his blood in his body. But when he gained back his breathing skills, he breathed a little calmer, if not a little harder. At least he did not pant, and he was glad for that. He looked at his card that Jessica handed back to him. He knew nothing about a sticker that was supposed to be on it. His parents did not have one either. He also did not think it was fair that he and every other furry had to carry around an ID card while all the humans did not have to. But that was unwritten law, unspoken rule and unquestionable authority. Everyone knew that, as did he, but that did not mean he had to think it was fair. He pocketed his ID card and looked around. He noticed that there were fewer furries on the bus this time, but maybe it was just because they were late? He did not know. He could not tell the time earlier today, so maybe the sun was just playing tricks on them. But the human population had no problem getting on the bus. They were all here and accounted for, even some that were not there before the new semester of school. Kirren was going into his second year of high school and he could not be less excited. He never really did like school, but he went to it regardless. He tried to behave himself, since for some reason laws seemed more focused on the furry population. He did not want to believe that they were just being speciest against furries, but there had been a few cases of humans acting out against the furry population. Kirren sighed softly as the school bus sped up, hurrying towards the school and the masses that awaited the students. Jessica remained quiet for the rest of the trip, seemingly trying to keep quiet for some other reason than having nothing to talk about. When Kirren looked at her, she looked as if she had wanted to tell him something, but did not, or could not. Kirren shrugged it off, putting it in the pile in his mind marked as "nothing". When the school bus arrived, everyone walked out in an orderly manner. The people and furs in the front rows went out first while the people and furs in the back row went out last. Kirren followed Jessica out of the school bus, hoping to see some of his friends immediately, but to his disappointment, did not. He looked around and noticed that the furry population had significantly shrunk in size while the human population had grown. Kirren walked to the large crowd gathering around a local disturbance. He pondered what was going on before he actually moved to the front of the crowd, seeing that it was just a fight. When he saw who was fighting, though, he went to the middle of the fight and pulled the two apart. One was his ferret furry friend who he had known as long as he could remember. There were cuts and bruises all over the ferret that could and could not be seen. The other fighter was, to Kirren's surprise, a staff member. Kirren said quickly to his friend, "Dude! What's wrong with you! Why are you fighting the principal? Are you trying to get expelled or something?" The ferret was panting, tears coming from his eyes when he had seen Kirren. He tried to regain his breath, but was having a bit of trouble breathing. The principal stood to his full height, brushing off his expensive looking suit and gave a furious glare at the ferret. On contrast from the ferret, though, he did not have a scratch or bruise on him. The ferret looked at Kirren, caught in a slight rage, and said quietly, almost in a whisper, "You don't know what's happened, do you? Do you know what these... these people have been doing? Why do you think there's so few of us left, huh?" But before Kirren could reply or the ferret could continue, the principal had given orders to a few staff members nearby to take him away. Kirren looked on helplessly at his friend while the principal came over to him. He said, "Thank you for taking that... that ferret off of me." He had said it almost in disgust while Kirren turned around in surprise at the tone in his voice. In reply, he demanded, "What did Kael mean? He said something about what was happening to us, but I don't understand! What the hell did he mean??" The principal just laughed and walked away. One of the staff members walked over to Kirren and said, "Mr. Pher, you had better watch what you say. You'll also be better off not knowing what Mr. Tenril meant. He will be transferred elsewhere; I can assure you that at least." Kirren stared at the staff member who was now stepping away while the principal was just going to his office. The crowd broke up quickly enough while some of the students had been looking at him in disgust for some odd reason. He looked around at the few furries that had been there, but were not there anymore. Everyone was going to their classes, which would be starting in only a few minutes. Kirren did the same, but stopped when he noticed he felt something odd on his paw. He looked at his paw and saw that it was covered in a red liquid he immediately recognized as blood. He smelled it and knew whose it was just as quickly as he had recognized what it was. He grasped his paw and knew that it was his friend's blood in it, but he wondered where the blood had come from. Kirren did not see any blood coming from the ferret's mouth or nose and beside that, he had caught him on his back. The horrible realization came to him when he knew that Kael was wounded on his back, Kirren quickly ran towards the office as fast as he could only to see a stretcher coming from the front door of it. He saw a linen sheet covering a body on it with a slight blood stain on it. It seemed fresh enough since it had not darkened but rather stayed glistening in the early morning sun in only a way that a liquid could. An arm was hanging out of the stretcher that could only be resembled as a ferret's arm. Kirren gulped and looked on, not wanting to accept what he saw in front of him early in the morning, a Tuesday not far from Easter. One of the paramedics who had been carrying the stretcher grabbed the arm roughly and stuffed it back in with the body. Only when he did that did the linen cloth blow in the wind to show the ferret's face, facing towards Kirren. His eyes were glazed over, steady and he did not blink once. Kirren knew that his friend was dead, but he did not want to accept it at all. He shook his head and ran from the place and towards his class, expecting to just see Kael there laughing it all off and that the one that the paramedics had was all part of the joke. If not... he just hoped this was a bad dream and that he would wake up. When he reached the classroom door, he opened it quickly and looked around. The teacher demanded that he sit down, so he complied, still looking around. Kael wasn't there laughing at the joke that had played out, so the realization was slowly coming to Kirren that Kael was not coming back to this classroom. He looked at his friend to the right who he had known for just as long as Kael. The three of them had been friends for as long as he remembered. He asked in a whisper so as not to disturb the teacher who had appeared slightly annoyed, "Jason, what's going on here?" The human male that sat next to him turned and looked at him. Jason responded, "I'm sorry, Kirren. I'm really sorry, but I can't tell you what's happening. We're... not aloud to say anything." Jason looked away from Kirren, secretly, or at least he hoped secretly, holding back tears. Kirren sniffed the air and smelled salt nearby. It was a familiar smell, one that he recognized as tears. He looked around, expecting to see someone crying, but he did not see anyone. He immediately thought that his mind was just playing tricks on him, or at least his nose was. He stared at his desk, wondering what on earth was going on, but there were no answers to his questions. A tear rolled down his face, and he knew why he smelled salt. He moved his paw up and brushed the tear away, though all it did was just soak into his fur. He continued staring into his desk, as if expecting the answers would come out of it, but none came. The teacher had gotten up from his desk after marking off on a strip of paper of all of those people and furs that were absent, which was very few. He passed out cards that had the classes to all of the class except for Kirren. For Kirren, he gave a note to go to the office, called for by the principal. Kirren looked at the note and saw that it said to go immediately. He got up, taking his backpack and waved at Jason who stared at the floor. Jason whispered softly, his voice crackling as if there were something in his throat, "I'm so sorry Kirren...." The wolf looked at the classroom and noticed something for the first time: he was the only fur in the room. He shrugged it off and walked out. He headed toward the office, taking quick steps despite his most recent visit to the front of the office and seeing his friend be taken away in a stretcher. Kirren's instincts told him not to step into the main office, but logic told him that the only reason that his instincts were telling him that was because he had just seen his friend taken out of there. He gulped when he reached the door and reached a paw to the handle of it slowly. He bit his lip slightly, holding the note in his other paw, and grabbed the handle of the glass door. He pulled it open slowly and stepped inside, immediately blasted by a gust of cold wind from the air conditioner. He at least liked it better than the one at home. He drove that out of his mind and reluctantly entered completely and walked slowly toward what he remembered was the principal's office. The walk seemed forever to him; looking around at the floor and seeing spots of blood leading to where the office was... or away from it. He gulped again audibly and walked inside of the office only after knocking and gaining the acceptance of his entry. He walked inside, staring at the trail of blood. Now it was fairly obvious that the trail of blood came out of the office, rather than into it. He stared at the splatter on the wall and stared at the principal who was wiping and cleaning specks of blood and dust off of his own desk with disgust. The chair next to the desk on the opposite end had a large dark stain on it that seemed all too obvious to anyone what the substance was. Kirren did not say anything but rather waited for the principal to speak. However, the principal was occupied with his cleaning for the moment, so Kirren took another look around. The handle the door was spotless, so the wolf guessed that the principal had all ready cleaned that. He saw large paw marks on the wall though, where there was another hole and a splash of red. There were large scratches leading toward the door, but not quite making it, only to crawl toward the floor where another large red stain had collected. That was where the trail had begun, it seemed. Finally, the principal looked at Kirren disdainfully. He said, "Hello, Mr. Pher. It seems your friend had made quite a mess of my room, don't you agree? You furries bleed so much, it's unnatural, but then again, you're all unnatural anyway." Kirren blinked, not really believing what the principal was implying. The principal, however, continued, "I hope you know you're the only furry left at this school. The others had been called in all ready and now they've been... relocated. You're the last one, and in a few moments, you will also be relocated. Though I must say, it is about time that your kind is finally going to be... out of our own population to say the very least." Kirren backed away and headed for the door. He heard a click and turned around slowly to see the principal holding a gun, pointed straight at him. He froze instantly with fear and his tail went between his legs. He whimpered while the principal laughed, saying, "Look at the oh-so-mighty wolf with his tail between his legs! Just don't piss yourself like the damn animal you should be, okay? I don't want another puddle on the floor." The wolf began to panic, looking for a way out, but he saw none. He heard cars drive up to the school as his hearing amplified with his increased terror. Footsteps were heard as his ears perked up and his head turned towards the door. He walked away from it slowly, not wanting to get hit by it, but not wanting to be shot either. The principal said, looking at his watch, "And they're finally here I see. Nice hearing you have, but it's too bad it'll go to waste, won't it? I must say that you furries have entertained us long enough, and now, it's going to end for your kind." The door burst open. The principal protested at the violent eruption of the door, but not the violence immediately placed onto Kirren. Three men grabbed the wolf and forced him onto the ground, face first. He yelped in pain, but no one took heed of it. Hand cuffs were put on his wrists which were now behind him. They were reinforced by ropes that were tied to his wrists, binding them further together while even more were placed at his elbows, making his arms very painful and hard to move. A collar was placed around Kirren's neck made of blackened metal with a loop around the front. A leash was snapped on there, made of a metal rope piece, while a muzzle made of leather was placed around his mouth tightly. His legs were bound about the same way as his arms with the same materials except for the hand cuffs. There was also a lock on his collar, his hand cuffs, and a little metal band that they had put around his ankle. One of them pierced his ear with a tag. Blood traveled down into his ear and he let loose a muffled yelp of pain. He shook his head immediately to get the liquid out of his ear, but one of the people held his head so that he would not move. The three of them carried him out of the room while the principal continued his project of cleaning his office. Kirren was thrown into the back of a large van marked with a symbol that he did not recognize. He breathed quickly and with a greater amount of force due to the lack of the ability to breathe through his mouth. Two of the people climbed in the back with him while the third jumped into the driver's side of the van. He turned the ignition and immediately Kirren felt the van lurch forward. Kirren was propped up by one of the two humans sitting there. One of the humans seemed reluctant to do this, yet the other one seemed to enjoy the wolf's suffering. He looked on at Kirren with utter disgust, while the one propping him up looked on at him with sadness in his eyes. The wolf just breathed quickly and began to get a bit dizzy from the lack of air. One of the men spoke, saying, "Damn it, Jase, you didn't have to tie his muzzle up so tightly! The poor thing can't even breathe properly." Kirren felt a hand loosen the muzzle around his mouth slightly so that his mouth could at least open slightly. He took deep gulps of air and felt immediately better than he had only a few minutes before. Jase said in reply, "Hey, don't loosen that thing too much! He might bite, you know. Wolves tend to do that unprovoked. And don't get too soft on this damn thing, or he'll turn on you, Pete." He spat at Kirren. Pete looked at Kirren with sympathy and said, "I don't know. It looks like it hurts. Is this even right? These things have feelings too, you know!" Jase laughed. "Of course they have feelings! That was the first thing that went wrong, wasn't it? They have anger, hate, fear and happiness. The only thing I haven't seen them have is guilt when they killed so many of us! They probably don't have sorrow either, since most of the time they're just faking it! But you know what? Let's test it out, huh? Tell him what's going on." Pete bit his lip and petted Kirren softly on his head before moving his hand away because of Jase's glare. He sighed and said softly, "None of the furries know this... or at least until now. Now I'm sure every furry has been told this, but before it, there were none that knew. Furries were made, not just born. You haven't existed forever. Many of you were modeled after dreams, images... just basically the imagination of so many others that have thought you up. Now you're real, but not to be free." Kirren looked at Pete painfully while Pete sighed. He continued, "You were made to be slaves for us. The groups of people that had thought of you had also been able to create you using genetics, only able to legalize it by making a deal with everyone else. The deal was that you were to be our slaves when the time came that your population was high, and that time is now. Originally, you may have thought you were free, but your population was under close watch. We let you populate the world only because genetic engineering was so expensive. "And most likely, your family, whatever family you had has been captured. You're off to a sort of training facility now, and the chances are, you will never see your family again. But I also have to tell you that... well, not all of the furries we gather tend to live. I suppose it's time to introduce you into your new world." Kirren whimpered softly, crying from not just the news, but from the pain that he felt. He thought of his family and his friends and all of the time that he had spent with them, but all of those were now going to be only memories. He didn't think he could recreate those emotions and those circumstantial activities now knowing what he truly was, or even knowing that he would never see his friends or family again. Kirren did not want to believe it, but he did not have a choice. All of the evidence was laid out in front of him. If he denied it, he would only be proving he was just a stupid animal that they had caught, unable to use logic to put two and two together. This only made him whimper louder from the realization. Pete frowned and patted Kirren. Jase protested, "Don't comfort him! I told you, his sadness and his sorrow, it's all probably fake. He just wants attention and you're giving it to him! Just leave the bastard alone, will you?" Pete apologized, "I'm sorry, but I can't stand hearing something whimper. It makes me feel bad to have something in that state of mind that they would have to whimper." He then looked at Kirren and said, "I'm also sorry that I had to tell you this, but this is reality, whether you like it or not... or whether anyone likes it or not." Kirren put his head down to stare at the floor, but that immediately made his shoulders pain him. He looked upwards, his chest put forth in front of him while his arms occupied the area where his back should have been. He felt like he was hyper extending his back, but he knew that furries were more flexible than humans. But now it began to make sense to him. The laws, the rules and the constant hate-crimes against furries had become so obviously involved in this whole plot. The hate-crimes were not even crimes, but more or less actions against morality that some people fought for, but not everyone. The laws that prohibited them from doing certain things that seemed so unimportant now made sense. Also the rule that if they had wanted to move, they had to first apply for it and be accepted, where contrasting on that, the human population could move freely around the world as they wished. Kirren closed his eyes and leaned against Pete, crying openly and whining softly with each breath. Jase looked away, disgusted at what he saw, while Pete petted the wolf softly, trying to comfort him at least a little. The ride went on for what felt like hours. Kirren lost track of the time with the thoughts of what had happened swirling in his head. He felt lost, unable to comprehend anything that had come forth from either of the human's mouths. He just stared into space when his eyes and opened again, his mind going completely blank when he saw the ceiling of the van. The thoughts stopped just as the van did. The two in the back rocked from the stop while the one in the front opened the door from the outside. Light streamed in; the same light that had been there early in the morning, only shortly after Easter, inside of his home with the dirtied windows and jumbled bed sheets that were now flattened. Kirren thought of how much the air conditioner would protest about being left on with no one occupying the home while the light bulb wished to be turned on again so that it could emit its artificial glow on the surrounding environment. He at least thought of the papers, all stacked and gathering dust in their now eternal race, not to be bothered again until someone tore down the house or until someone moved in. He thought of the item he had lost back at home. It was a necklace that his parents had gotten him for his early birthday gift. He had all ready lost it, and now when he thought about it, he thought of his parents. The smiling figures in his mind were now fading quickly as the wolf began to cry once again. The three humans forcefully grabbed him while he whined in pain and sorrow. He did not, however, resist, but rather decided to become passive to the actions. He decided that was the best thing to do. He longed, though, for his artificial light and air, and his bed that became jumbled up with its skin so that he could just smooth it down and make it look young again. He felt immediately homesick and whimpered loudly. One of the humans scratched behind his ear softly with one hand before quickly returning it to forcefully hold his shoulders while they carried him into a large building. The building itself was made of white stone hardly recognizable from any other building he had seen other than a hospital. The three humans carried Kirren inside of the large building, though all Kirren could see was the roof. He closed his eyes, trying not to concentrate on how much pain he felt in his arms at that very moment until he had been set right side up. He opened his eyes and noticed immediately that they had stopped moving around. He now stood, or more or less was supported in a large room. He could not look around so the only things he really saw were two of the humans standing in front of him, supporting his weight and someone who looked like a doctor of some sort. He felt someone moving behind of him, but he could not check who it was. He felt the rope release its grip on his elbows and arms. He felt relieved and had let out a sigh of acknowledgement before he had gotten some glares from the people standing in front of him. He felt his hand cuffs become removed from his right wrist, but before he could attempt to move his arms, they were grabbed tightly. Another pair of hand cuffs was placed on his right wrist and both of his arms were cuffed to holds to the far upper areas nearby. His legs were also unbound and cuffs were placed on them so that they could be securely bound to metal loops on the floor. Kirren sighed and kept his tail down, nearly between his legs. He did not really know what was going on, and those that have experienced the unknown before find it very frightening. This, in every sense, was no exception. The humans left Kirren there, only after Pete managed to whisper, "Good luck" to him. The wolf wondered what for, but the doctor had caught his attention, holding a knife close to his furred stomach. Kirren looked at the doctor who had pressed the knife slowly against his stomach, and the wolf just closed his eyes, waiting for the blade to finally sink in and end his pain. Part B: Examination The blade did not sink in, or at least not into his stomach. Rather, the blade cut off his shirt so that the doctor did not have to take any unnecessary measures to undo the hand cuffs around his wrists to take the shirt off. Kirren sighed, relieved, but the doctor was not done just yet. The doctor held the knife in one hand while with his other hand he rubbed the wolf's stomach and chest softly. Every now and then he would take notes by walking to a clipboard near by, only to return to studying the wolf's anatomy. He traveled his hand across the wolf's chest, neck and arms while also taking care to feel the wolf's back and stomach. After he was done feeling around with the muscles that the wolf had been once so proudly to have shown anyone, the doctor now felt his ribs and spine, making the wolf shiver. Other bones that could be felt were now being felt from his torso and arms. His skull was also thoroughly examined. The doctor moved his knife down to where Kirren's legs were. He traveled down to the very end of his pants and began to cut upwards with the blade, cutting the pants cleanly as well as some of the wolf's fur. He then checked the wolf's leg muscles as well as the structure of his bones, making sure everything was fine. The doctor finished his examination of the wolf's legs quickly and seemingly efficiently. He then stood up and reached inside the wolf's pockets, pulling out whatever object he found in there. What he pulled out was only a set of keys and Kirren's wallet. He looked through the wallet and pulled out something that familiar to the wolf, having only seen it earlier that day. The ID card was held so that the light reflected off of it only slightly against the wolf's eyes. He stared at it while the doctor examined it and put it down after he was finished. He walked back towards the wolf and put his knife where the wolf's waist was and quickly cut off his belt. Instead of letting the pants fall, he grabbed the loosened waist band and held it so he could cut down so that he would not have to undo the bindings that held the wolf in place. He continued his work for what felt to Kirren as only a few seconds, and was probably correct. He immediately shivered from the cold that he now noticed with greater amount without any clothes except for his boxers. His shoes were all ready removed. He thought of his backpack, so lost in all of the confusion. He thought back to the office in the main office of the school he had attended and where it must be. He sighed quietly so that the doctor would not hear it when he was looking the other way. His gaze moved slightly down and saw a familiar object not far off to the side. His backpack had apparently been carried along with him when he was captured. He was surprised that he did not notice this before, but not so surprised as he remembered that he never did look down. He had tried once, but that had been too painful, but now it did not harm him so much. He stared at the backpack longingly, wanting to grab it and put it on his back where it was meant to be. The papers and books inside of the backpack had at least a tiny bit of sentimental value: they reminded him of his life that seemed so distant now in such a foreign world. He heard the doctor move and turned his head back to where it was supposed to be. The doctor moved forward and cut Kirren's boxers, pulling them away and tossing them in a pile with the rest of his shredded clothes. He checked now on the wolf's tail as well as his now exposed rear. He made more frequent notes than before, traveling back and forth in the office with just a slight look of disgust. Kirren closed his eyes, trying to remove his mind from where he was. He thought of his home that seemed even further than his life. He thought of his parents who he forced himself to believe that they had the same treatment. He did not want to believe that they had been killed just like what Pete had told him. He tried to ignore the doctor, but he could not when he heard the doctor move in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw the doctor for a moment before the doctor kneeled down. The wolf was about to look to see what the doctor was doing before he felt some sort of metal touch where his testicles were. He shivered slightly from the immediate cold of the feeling, but tried to remain calm otherwise. The doctor stood up again and walked toward his clipboard holding some sort of scale. He wrote a few things down and looked back at Kirren's ID card, bring it over to the wolf. He held up the ID card and pointed at an ID number to the corner. The wolf stared at it, perking his ears toward the doctor, waiting for an explanation. The explanation came quickly enough. "The first three digits of your number will always either end with a one or two. This signifies if you're aloud to reproduce. You're one of the lucky ones: you have a two. I won't have to neuter you." The wolf opened his eyes wide and gulped. The immediate thought of his testicles being cut off raced through his mind and he remembered a few of his friends. He knew two of them that had been so cheerful and happy had at the end of those three digits a number one. The doctor continued, however, "The last three digits of this six-digit number are only to tell others what species you are. You have the numbers five, seven and three in that order. You're species code is five hundred and seventy-three, signifying you're a pure-bred wolf. Believe it or not, but your kind is rare these days since most of you furries tend to mix your species up. You should have no problem finding an owner. "Now the first two numbers are filler numbers. They do not mean anything other than just to separate furries individually and so that you do not find out that many of you may have the same numbers." The wolf looked at the doctor and asked quickly, "Why are you telling me this now?" The doctor laughed and stared at Kirren. "Well, it's no longer needed to keep these things secret now, is it? Besides, all of this information will just be discarded now that you all have been captured. But now that I've confirmed you are aloud to breed, I have to take a few more tests that... I will not enjoy the slightest bit. Hold still or I won't hesitate to... slip my hand." Kirren looked at the doctor, wondering what he meant for only a moment before he felt the doctor's hand press against his sheath. The hand rubbed it up and down roughly, causing him to gain a slightly painful erection. His cock throbbed slightly in the doctor's hand while the doctor kneeled down and pulled out a few instruments. Under normal circumstances, the wolf might have enjoyed this, but these were not those circumstances. The doctor measured the dimensions of the wolf's cock; the width, the length and even the weight of it. He stroked it quickly and softly in his hand until the wolf's knot began to form slightly and he clicked the stop button on a stop watch he had been holding. He jotted notes down onto his clipboard rapidly as information came. The wolf stared off into the distance, wishing that this was not happening. Even though he thought it felt a bit nice that the hand was rubbing his cock, it was only because he was being pawed off. He began to moan softly, however, when the hand began to grip his cock slightly, giving the doctor some more notes to take. Kirren shut his eyes, trying to keep his instincts from taking over. Pre had come out of his cock and dribbled down onto the doctor's hand, lubricating it slightly. His mind kept screaming at him to start humping the hand, but he desperately tried not to. The doctor just kept taking notes every once and a while, still pawing the wolf off. The wolf began to pant lightly, feeling that he getting close to his climax as a spurt of pre came from his tip. The doctor took notes when that happened and continued pawing the wolf off, occasionally measuring the width of the quickly forming knot at the base of the wolf's cock. Kirren moaned lightly when the doctor squeezed it to check the hardness of his knot. The stroking continued while he felt warmth spread throughout his body in an almost fire-like intensity. He clenched his teeth tightly and felt the warmth spread to his crotch as his testicles move close to his body. He shot his seed into a beaker that the doctor quickly picked up while he aimed the wolf's cock at it. He milked whatever cum came out of the length in his hand, carefully collecting it into the beaker that he held in his hand. It filled up to a fair amount in the few seconds that the wolf had been cumming inside of it. The rest of the cum dripped out of his cock and into the beaker. The doctor squeezed Kirren's cock by the vein, trailing it along until he reached the tip of it, letting the last of it drip out. He measured the amount of the white liquid after smelling it slightly. He wrote down a few notes and placed it in an analysis machine and waited. The wolf's cock subsided quickly while he looked to see what the doctor was doing in what he hoped was in secret. He kept his face forward while his eyes moved around, following the doctor when he was not looking. The analysis was done in only a few seconds. Kirren looked at the results in surprise as it printed out in a faster rate than what he thought it could. The doctor checked the results and stapled it to his notes, saying softly, "Density is above normal, but sugar is low. He definitely needs work...." The wolf stared at the doctor who walked toward him. He held his ID card yet again. He looked at Kirren and asked, "Did you still want this? It's useless to you, but since you struggled less than most of the others, I'll let you keep it if you want." He set it down on the table near by. Kirren hesitated for a moment. He then asked, "Um... I'm sorry, but about the ID card.... I had heard earlier that some furries had a sticker on their ID cards. What was that for?" The doctor looked at him as if that was a question that should not have been asked, but he answered anyway, "That's simple. Those that had a sticker were killed. We had said that the sticker was for a special program that benefits society. In truth, it was. We got rid of some of the population of furries, thus benefiting the human society." The wolf immediately thought of the girl that he had spoken to earlier. The girl's name, Jessica, popped in his head, and he almost said it aloud. He thought of what she had told him, about the furries that she had seen with stickers on their cards. They were, in a horrible realization to Kirren, dead now. He finally realized that so many of his friends were either dead or slaves. He thought of all of them and all of the times that he had spent with them, happy and sad. A tear rolled down his cheek and blended with his fur when he knew he would most likely never see them again, and even though he had thought of this not long before, he finally believed it completely. He thought of his friend back in class who kept apologizing, but at that time he did not know why. Now he knew, and he could not blame him. But he felt some hate towards the humans that had played with his life and the lives of all of the furries that had existed. They had been given false lives: fake ones that were under constant surveillance until they were ready to just become artificial slaves. They were put into society hoping that they could have a happy life, and maybe some of them did, but now they knew the truth behind their existence. Kirren felt as if he had been betrayed, but he also felt that he should not even have that feeling. He thought of what his life was composed of: all of the events that had occurred, all of the happy times that he constantly escaped back to, and that the people had provided these things for him. He had been given an opportunity to live, to be happy and to feel emotions that would otherwise never exist within him. He had been given an existence, and he was grateful for that, but only for that. If things had stayed that way, he would have loved humans for everything that they had given him, but now.... Now he hated all of those that hated furries. He knew that he would be put into slavery soon and he knew that he would be put back into a society with his own kind, but he could not help but think of the human master that he would have, and how he would hate whoever it was in every aspect that he could. He all ready felt the hatred and anger stirring up inside of him, but it was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. Kirren's ears perked up while the doctor went over to open the door. Out of the door stepped two men, one holding a leash while the other holding thick rope of metal. The wolf's ears went down as he knew what was going to happen with the rope and the leash, but he felt at least a little glad that he would be leaving the room, if not the building. The person with the rope undid the hand cuffs around his arms only to cuff them back to each of his arms. He began to wrap him with rope, but instead of just around his elbows, it was around his body so that it covered most of his torso. The leash was put on his new collar which he felt was only a bit too tight. His muzzle was ignored for the moment since the two thought that it was tight enough. The wolf's restraints at his ankles were taken off and he was pushed along and out of the room. Before, however, he was completely out of the room, the doctor had handed some papers and his ID card to the person who had tied him up. The one with the leash just dragged him along the hallway. Upon traveling down the hallway, he saw a large line of other furries that were standing there. Many of them he did not recognize, but a few he recognized to be his friends. He tried not to look at them for shame of having no clothes since all of them wore clothes. Many of them seemed to have been beaten severely while some only had a few minor injuries. He saw one of the furries fumbling around with their ID card. He noticed that when it shined, there was a spot on it that did not shine so well, and he knew that the furries in the lines had at least one other thing in common other than being a furry: they all had a sticker on their ID card. He gulped audibly and continued walking forward. No one said anything to him for fear that they would acquire more serious injuries, but Kirren knew that those injuries were nothing compared to what was in store for them. He saw that one of his friends who had been completely in love with him was crying softly. She saw him walking by and looked away when she noticed that he had no clothes. She tried to be respectful and polite, even though she knew that she wanted to look. She knew that this would be her last chance, but she did not want it to be her last impression for Kirren. She did not want to be remembered for staring at his sheath while he walked away. The wolf was dragged forward and around the corner, passing a door that the other furries were apparently waiting to go through. He looked forward and saw a window. He did not want to look at it, but the two people that had been taking him away from the doctor's room stopped here. They turned to look at the window and forced Kirren to watch what was happening as well. Through the window the wolf saw a large, open area with several trees surrounding the walls except for where there were windows. In the middle was a large stage made of cement where charred remains were just brushed aside. Many objects had been sticking to the ground, but they were just scraped off and tossed off to the side. Even through the window, Kirren could smell burned flesh and fur. A cat furry was being brought to the stand. He was tied around a large cement column in the middle of the stand. The rope used was made of metal and had been frequently used, so it was searing hot. The people that tied the cat to the column were wearing thick gloves so as not to get burned, but the cat was patiently waiting there. He felt the rope burn him and begin to melt his fur and it was apparent on his face that it hurt. The wolf saw the cat bite his lip and hold something in his paw while a person walked up with a torch. It was only then that the wolf noticed that above the whole stage was a large screen that showed the whole process. He saw that it was being broadcasted live with a close-up on the cat, and apparently every other furry that had been up there. He saw that there were people in stands to the left and to the right when he turned his head the sides. His head was forced back to watch what was happening while he heard the crowd beginning to cheer. The torch-bearer was walking ever closer to the cat who continued to hold something in his paw. The camera zoomed in just as the fire moved ever closer to the cat. When it touched his fur, his fur immediately ignited, the fire spreading rapidly across him. His yells were drowned out by the large cries and cheers from the crowds in the stands. Kirren shut his eyes quickly, but was hit in the back of his head by one of the people standing by him. He was forced to open his eyes again and look at the cat that was on fire. Something fell out of his paw and dangled from his now limp arm, apparently melted onto him. The camera zoomed in on the glistening object and Kirren saw that it was a necklace that so many others had. On the necklace was a cross, signifying it was part of a religion, and such a famous religion. Kirren's heart skipped a beat at the cat's faith. He had carried the symbol of his faith even to his own death, but in the end, nothing could be done. The burning of the cat only lasted two minutes at most, but the smell of burnt flesh and fur was so strong, the wolf began to get slightly dizzy. The two beside him quickly decided that they'd watch one more since they had a little spare time. The wolf was slightly dazed from the scents that overwhelmed his senses. He was held steady, though, by one of the people accompanying him. His head was forced up so that he could watch the next burning. After the rest of the cat had been scraped off of the cement, a fox was brought out. The fox walked up calmly, led by the same people that had led the cat. He did not look scared at all, but rather that he accepted his fate. An announcer noted this and laughed at the fox loudly. The audience laughed too. The fox had been tied to the column the same way with the same rope, still as hot as before. When it touched his skin through his melted fur, he merely winced and nothing else. He did not show any acknowledgement to the torch-bearer who had reignited his torch and who was walking slowly toward him. The crowd booed at him, wanting him to cry out in pain at least. The torch bearer moved the torch to contact with his fur, and immediately and just as quickly as the cat, the fox's fur was immediately on fire. The crowd cheered, but stopped when they did not hear a scream from the fox. The fox's paw was on fire and was moving slightly, gripping in a fist, but no one heard a thing from the fox. Finally, though, his paw went limp. The rest of the fox was burned while the crowd booed at him. Kirren looked at the fox and his eyes melted from their sockets. His skin was gone, and he was just a chunk of flesh, slowly burning. The scent began to make him dizzy yet again. The two people next to him commented: "Man, that fox sucked! He didn't scream at all!" "Heh, yeah. He was probably unable to make any noise at all with all that cock down his throat! Damn furries, always fucking each other in every place, even in the damn mouth. Can't really blame them for that though; I wouldn't even touch their ass." "Wish he would at least look like it hurt. Oh well, guess we'd better get going anyway. Need to take this piece of crap over to the training facility. They'll keep him there for just a little while before he's put into someone's slave hut." Kirren looked one last time at the next furry that had been taken out into the stand. It was the same friend that had politely looked away as he passed by, and now it was his turn to politely look away as she passed on. He looked forward as the two people took him into a different hallway, only just after he heard a loud cheer coming from the crowd in the room he had just stopped watching. He was led through the new hallway and out of the back door. He felt a warm breeze from outside, seeing as the sun was still out. He was led into a car this time and was put in the back seat accompanied by one of the two that had brought him there. The other one sat in the passenger side while there was someone else all ready sitting in the driver's side. She asked, "So this is the last one for sure? The other one was the 'last one' as well." The person sitting in the passenger seat said, "Yeah, this is the last one. We made sure this time. Though it was pretty fun watching the rest burn." The woman rolled her eyes and started the car. Kirren looked at the rest of them, and then at the seat in front of him. He could not really move much except for his legs, but even with as little space as they gave him, he could not really move them much anyway. The car moved forward, but the wolf did not bother looking outside, feeling it was useless to even look outside and watch the scenery. He decided that if he would never see it again, he would rather keep it out of his mind and forget about it. There was no point anymore on dwelling on the past. The ride was silent and a bit awkward. No one really wanted to speak, so the driver kept driving while the other two just stared out of the window. Kirren stared at the car seat in front of him, breathing very softly since it hurt his lungs otherwise. His tail was in an awkward position, but he did not dare shift his position. The trip was not that long, however. He sat there when the car stopped and the others stepped outside. They opened his door and grabbed the leash that was still attached to his collar, pulling him outside. He stumbled at first, tripping over the curb, but managed to get up with the force pulling him up from his neck. One of the three people said, "Watch out! Don't want to ruin the pavement by getting this bastard to bleed on it. I'd rather he bleed somewhere where it's washable." The other two laughed, sharing the joke between them, but Kirren knew what he said was serious. He looked up after staring at the ground and saw another large building, but this one seemed to be different. The color was off, but the wolf could not really tell what color it was. The building seemed to have more vegetation around it as well as having the absence of the smell of fired and burned fur flesh. The three led the wolf inside of the building, passing several plants that he had not seen before. Strange smells filled his nose when he inhaled every second or so. Cool air was regulated inside of the building through visible vents on the inside and the outside. The wolf let himself be led through the building, turning at different hallways and going through different doors. Though he did not feel as if he had a choice in the matter, he decided not to struggle as that would only make things worse. The people led him through several more hallways that looked identical. He guessed that this was just to confuse him, and he also guessed that it was working. He did not know where he was in the building any more. The walking around, however, did stop at a room that had a small metal plaque on it. He could not read what was etched on it. Kirren was pushed inside of the room after his bindings, except for his muzzle, were taken off. The tag on his ear and the band around his ankle were still in place. But he was glad at least that the leash and hand cuffs were off. He was also glad that the rope was no longer wrapped around him. The door closed before he could even get up, and was immediately locked. He looked at the door, illuminated softly by a light bulb hanging above him. There was no door knob, so he guessed it could only be opened from the outside. He walked around, pacing about, looking for something to do. He sat down against the wall, holding his legs close to his chest. His tail did not move, though he did not really want it to move anyway. His eyes darted around the room, but they did not focus on any one thing in particular. The room was bare except for the light at the top and the door at the side. He shivered softly from the air conditioner and the cool breeze that came from the crack under the door. He disliked not having any clothes on in a place that he was unfamiliar with, and a place that was so cold. The wolf sat there quietly, collecting his thoughts in his mind. He did not notice even when the door opened and someone stepped inside. He jumped in surprise when he heard the person speak and ask him a question. He looked at the person and asked, "I'm sorry, but could you repeat that? I kind of... spaced out." The person looked at him and said, "Well, that's fine here, as long as you don't do that when you're expected to work. Now, I'll ask again: what are your skills?" Kirren paused for a moment, thinking of everything that he was good at. He did not have to think all that long. "Um... I can cook light meals, I suppose. Nothing too fancy, though. I can lift heavy objects, if that's a skill. Not too much else, really, just regular stuff that everyone else can do." The person began to check things off on a notepad that he had carried with him. He looked back at the wolf and said, "Are you sure that's all? The more skills you have, the higher your chance that someone will buy you." Kirren stared at the person and asked, "Buy me?" The person nodded. "Buy you. You're currently in a facility for examination. We're trying to figure out what you're good at, and if you're good at many things, someone who will own furries like yourself may become interested and consider becoming a buyer. Not everyone is sold, especially the useless furries. Those that are not bought will just be trained, so there is not too much of a consequence if you are just a piece of crap that has had a leisurely life, but personally, I wouldn't go through the training." Kirren frowned while the person just sighed at him. He continued, saying, "Well, if you don't really know what you're good at, I can ask you some questions. First of all, are you a quick learner? Some training is going to be done by the people that buy you, so if you're a quick learner, that'll be a plus." The wolf just shrugged and the person checked something off. "Well then, are you good at manual labor?" the person asked. The wolf nodded at this, knowing at least that his weight training classes would help pay off for something, even if it was just to become a slave. "I'd better hope that in the..." the person checked the ID card and continued, "Fifteen years that you were alive, you had become at least a bit literate? If not, then we'll have to do something about those schools. Useless things, since our tax money goes into them, but they never get any better...." Kirren nodded and said, "Yeah, I know how to read and write. The schools are fine, I guess. Could have been better, really." The examiner nodded and wrote a scribble on the notepad that was resting on his arm. He continued, "Do you argue a lot? If you do, then you had better drop that habit. There's no room for arguments where you're going, really." The wolf shook his head. "No, I don't argue very much. I don't really see a point in it anymore." The examiner checked something off while scribbling something else to the side. He put the notepad down and looked at the wolf. "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?" Kirren shrugged. It wasn't as if he had much privacy anymore. He responded, "Might as well. I can't really hide anything, I mean, hell, I'm sitting naked in front of you! Not exactly a private state I'm in, am I?" The examiner nodded and asked, "Do you hate us? Don't worry; this is just a question I wanted to know the answer to. No one else will know your answer." The wolf looked at the examiner slightly surprised. It was a fairly odd question to be asked, but he answered anyhow. "I hate some of you... but not all of you. Why do you ask that? Don't you hate us anyway? Our opinions shouldn't really mean anything to you." The person standing in front of him smiled. "Not all of us hate furries, you know? If you had seen some of our broadcasts around the world, you'd see that a good chunk of the population had been supporting furry rights. That's why you've had such a long period of freedom. It was until recently that some policies had been passed. We could not really do anything about it. But... I understand that you would hate some of us; I would too. And... you should not be so quick to voice your opinion. It's a bad thing when you're sold." Kirren nodded and looked at the ground. He kept his legs close to him and he shivered involuntarily. The examiner laughed and said, "If you didn't notice, the thermostat for this room is right by the door. You can change it if you want since we've modified it a bit so that it cannot get too hot or too cold. But really, I wouldn't play with it right now. Some of them have gone haywire." The wolf looked at the door. To the left of it was a knob that he had not noticed before, with readings that made it look exactly like a thermostat. He felt stupid for not noticing it, but decided not to touch it anyway. He just sat in the corner and shivered in response. The examiner frowned and took off his jacket. He threw it at the wolf and said, "Well, if you really want to be warm, wear this. It's not much, but it'll keep you warm and will cover at least a part of you. Just leave it off to the side when you're done with it; I'll pick it up later." Kirren looked at the jacket and put it over his legs so that it covered him like a blanket. He said slowly, "Thanks. But why are you... being so kind to me?" The examiner answered quickly, slightly annoyed that he had to repeat what he had explained before, "Not all of us hate furries. I'm a furry supporter, really, but like I said: I could not do anything about the policies that were passed. Tomorrow is the day you're going to be auctioned on, so I'm going to try to make it comfortable for you until then. And... you're welcome." The examiner fished something out of his pocket and tossed it at Kirren. He said, "This is your ID card. The doctor said you could have it, but I don't really see a point in keeping it, if I were you. But your backpack will have to be kept here; you're not aloud to have anything other than your ID card with you when you're sold." The wolf picked up his ID card and looked at it. He felt a wind ruffle his fur and the jacket acquired a small air pocket. The wind blew to door shut quickly and a click signified that the automatic locking mechanism was working. The examiner turned around and put his hand on the door, swearing softly to himself. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed a few numbers while walking toward Kirren. He picked up the jacket and hid it in another corner while telling the person on the other line that the door blew shut and locked. The wolf could hear frantic yelling on the other line as well as somewhere else in the building. Apparently it was very loud, or the examiner would not have held the phone about two feet away from his ear. The examiner shut off his cell phone and said quickly, "Don't get my jacket until after things have calmed down. I'll explain to them that the door closed by itself, so just um... don't move or you'll be shot. Sorry about this." In less than a minute, two people burst into the room after unlocking the door. One immediately located Kirren and pointed a gun at him, shouting for him not to move while the other grabbed the examiner and yelling, "Jake! Are you okay? I told you not to do this, but you didn't listen, did you? We'll make sure he gets what he deserves! Where did he hurt you? Did he scratch you anywhere? Was the muzzle too loose? Are you bitten?" Jake held up his hand and waved at the yelling person to calm down. He said, "It's all right. The door closed because of the air conditioning; it's probably too powerful. The door automatically locked by itself, so I was just locked inside. The wolf didn't do anything to harm me, so don't worry about it, Lisa. And Paul, put down that gun! If you shoot I'm, I'll make sure your life is hell!" The person who pointed the gun at Kirren slowly lowered his weapon. He kept his hands on his weapon though, fingers still at the trigger while he slowly moved backward toward the door. Jake waved for Paul and Lisa to just go back while he held the door so that it would not shut again. He smiled at Kirren and waved good-bye to him when the others were gone. He said, "I'll be back later with some food, all right? You can get my jacket now. Other than that, I will see you later. Don't be too bored, I'm sure you'll find something to do, really." He winked and walked outside, letting the door close behind him and lock. Kirren stood up and walked over to the corner with the jacket. He picked up the jacket and put it around him again, feeling the warmth return to him. He felt something in the pocket of the jacket and pulled out whatever it was. A small necklace came out that had a small crystal attached to it. He looked at it fondly, thinking it was a fairly attractive piece when it glittered in the artificial light. He dangled it around for an unknown amount of time, seeing the different designs that appeared on the wall. The door opened quietly and Jake walked in. It seemed to be only a few minutes, but was actually a few hours. Kirren had completely lost all sense of time in this place, but he noticed now that his legs had fallen asleep while his eyes had not blinked for so long. When he did blink them, they felt fairly dry. Jake placed a door stopper so that he door would not close again. He smiled and said, "We've got a change of plans, Kirren." Kirren's ears perked up when he heard his own name. "You've all ready been sold. You're being transferred tonight." The wolf shrugged and picked up his ID card. He went back to staring at the crystal while Jake walked closer to him. Jake gestured for Kirren to stand up, and the wolf complied quickly without complaint, even though his legs were screaming at him. He tried to ignore the pins and needles he felt in his legs. Jake took his jacket and put it on. He took the necklace and put it over the wolf's head and around the wolf's neck, saying, "Keep this if you want. You seem to like it more than I do. Just kind of hide it in your fur and you should be fine. Now follow me; I'll take you to the car that's taking you to your new home." Kirren followed Jake outside where a large, unmarked van waited to take him to his new home. He did not look forward to it, but tried not to think about it too much. He sighed and looked at Jake, who had been so kind to him, and thought of his friends and family once more. He knew he would not be able to think of them when he was finally at his destination, so he wanted to think of them at least once more. And the world changed its meaning in Kirren's mind, just as the reality of it all shifted and changed. The world he now lived in seemed so artificial, even though he knew it was very real. He longed for his artificial world, with artificial lights and air conditioners that fought with them. He longed for his world where he lost things in papers that raced to collect the most dust. He long for a world that he knew was fake, but made him feel alive and real, more than this reality that now dawned onto him, the Tuesday not long after Easter. To be continued... - Behind the truth of reality; It's the truth behind it all; Our lives are just a memory; When our views of the world dissolve. - "Reality forms from all of the dust The truth of it all is only under...." -