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"Doctor, this is about to become a full-fledged world war. I need to know what to do."

"It's too late. The contagion has spread all over the world to every primate." Doctor Nusiea didn't look up from the report he was reading behind the president's desk.

"How is that possible?" The president leaned on the desk. "It was a serum based on the human genome administered by geneticists to apes in a lab. How could it reach the other primates?"

Nodding, he stood and walked around, still reading the new report he received moments before. "Somewhere down the line it has become airborne. Initial studies suggest it merged with the common SV40 virus inside one or more of the primates it was administered to, mutating both the serum and the virus. It's been temporarily labeled mutagenic-SV40 pending more study."

"How could that happen?"

"I won't know the specifics of how until it's studied further. It will need to be cultured more and torn apart, possibly down to the genetic level. However, you need to know what the rest of this report says." He paused a moment to finish reading the page. "Ten years ago the initial studies of the original serum were designed for primates only. Now it's become airborne and has become a broad based infectious virus and is worse than you might want to know."

"How bad is it?"

Doctor Nusiea looked at the president for the first time, "What I see here, this new virus is interspecies capable." His attention fixed on the report again as he flipped the page. "We've already noticed increased intelligence, size, and physical mutations in felines, canids, reptiles, ursines, lepores, insectia, oceanic creatures, and many others species."

The president flopped in the chair behind him and stared out the window. "My God."

Another page later, "Aaaaand it seems the disease has been found in every human tested for it as well."

He almost could feel the blood leave his face as he slowly turned his head to look at the doctor. "Wha... What does that mean?" His thoughts lingered on his two children.

"It means, I'd expect, that by now every animalia lifeform on the planet has most likely been infected. The original serum was designed from human DNA, so I expect it won't do anything to us, but there is no definite study on that as of yet to know for sure. However, at the rate of change in the animals that we've seen, we are looking at the very possibility of being replaced as the dominant species on the planet over the next twenty years or less."

"What can we do?" The president leaned forward in the chair. "I know the other world leaders are reading the same report you have. They are going to want to move quickly to stop this threat. Can we create a counter virus or something similar?"

"Honestly, I don't think so. This new virus has started an evolutionary process in the DNA of animals that I doubt could be reversed or stopped." He sat back down. "The only way to stop it is to destroy all animalia life on the planet in a way that doesn't kill us in the process. That would, of course, destroy us anyway because of the impact on the worldwide ecosystem." He dropped the report on the desk and looked the president directly in the eyes. "In my opinion, as the top expert on zoological genetic mutations, the animals and insecta on the planet will start a war, instinctually, with us and each other. Not only that, but the war will probably between different species of each as well." He turned to stare out the window for a moment as the president thought about this. "The only way the human race will survive is to isolate itself from that war. To protect itself until the fur settles. To hope we can come out to find the surviving species are intelligent and civilized and they won't kill us on sight."

"You want me to go to the other world leaders and tell them that we need to tuck our tails and run. Without fighting at all?"

"I'd say to tell them whatever you want. But if I were you, I'd, at the very least, offer this as a backup plan in case a war doesn't work in our favor."

The president nodded and looked directly at the doctor. "You don't believe we will win a war."

"No. There are too many animals out there. Most of them are better killing machines than we are. The only reason we have dominated this planet as long as we have is because we were able to build weapons. Now the apes have weapons they have stolen from us and they are in great numbers. The growing anthropomorphic creatures have better hunting instincts and senses. And lastly, they are more savage. They will not hesitate as much as we will to kill."

"I'll tell you, Doctor. This all sounds like a bad sci-fi movie to me. I can't believe this is happening." He looked at the picture of him and his family on his desk. Him, his wife, his daughter, and younger son. He had to ensure their survival one way or another. "Your plan to hide humans. What does that entail?"

"As you know, the field of cryogenic chemical stasis is very well known and reliable. The last successful experiments conducted almost a hundred years ago in the 1950s are still running and vital signs are still high. Since then, there are secretly about three hundred people in cryogenic chemical stasis around the world."

"And you are proposing to add to that number? Is that realistically possible? I've seen those experiments and the power requirements are huge."

"Put the cryo lab in Antarctica, the cold there will help lower the power requirements." Pulling out a pen, Nusiea wrote down some figures. "I'd expect that the war would last about seventy years or so at most."

"There'd have to be some type of sentry to check the world and see if it was safe or not from time to time."

"That would be advisable. Maybe every ten years or so." He smiled. "And the leaders will have to decide how to pick who is to be saved and not."

Looking at the picture on his desk again, he realized that favoritism would not be a moral choice. "The best and brightest will have to be saved no matter social station. Military to protect the survivors. Medical, science, zoological."

"Political leadership will need to be included. At least from the top five countries of the world. We want to have some form of government or the military will take over." The president slowly nodded, looking into Nusiea's eyes. He sighed heavy, a sense of relief flowed over him making him feel selfish at the same time. "It's only logical. The other countries won't see it as logical and will protest, but there is no denying the truth."

The president nodded again, wondering if he really was one of the best leaders of the world to be saved. His thoughts flowed back to practical matters. "The bible tells us we started from two people and we've flourished since then. I don't find that realistic to happen again without a miracle from God if there is any other species running the planet. How many people are we looking at saving?"

Nusiea thought for a moment, working some more numbers on his paper. "Around three thousand would be good. And I would suggest that seventy percent be female. And I would suggest this operation to be commenced within the next five years."

"Five years?"

"Setting that deadline would ensure we could get the right people to safety as soon as possible. Waiting any longer and we risk the war interfering and making it impossible."

Opening his mouth to say something, the president was interrupted as his aide opened the door to his office. "Mr. President?" She stood in the door waiting for an answer.

"Yes?"

"They will not wait any longer. They want your answer now. They are very adamant about it."

He looked at Nusiea. "Looks like we are done here, Doctor. Thank you for your update and advice." Walking towards the door he shook the doctor's hand then left.

"You're welcome, Mr. President. I'm happy to be of assistance."

The door closed and Nusiea smiled as he leaned back, kicking off his shoes. Putting his feet up on the desk, the brown socks seemed to stir and grow in size. Brown fur grew all over them, up his ankles and legs, replacing the pants he was wearing. Reaching his pelvic region, his balls fell out of the disappearing pants, a sheath encased cock grew out from his underbelly. The rest of his clothes continued to change into the same brown fur as it covered his entire body. By the time the changed reached his face, his muzzle and full sized ears had already formed. He shook a little to fluff out his fur and smiled wider. "Ahhhhhh, that's better." He chuckled himself, "The coyote gets what he wants everytime." His face scrunched up a bit. Lifting himself off the seat slightly, his fluffy tail unfurled behind him into the chair. "I'm gonna get the war I want. They never thought I would really amount to anything, but I'll show all the pantheons when I'm ruling over them." The coyote pulled out a long thin opium pipe and smoked it as he faded from sight, leaving the office empty.

The door to the office opened. "Doct...." The president's aide looked around the room for Nusiea. Not finding him, she left the room and closed the door, believing he left while she was walking with the president down the hall to his secure conference room.

Seven years later, Nusiea walked into the control room. "Is everything ready?" His heavy coat swished as he walked inside.

Denita looked at him. She was nervous. Even through her own thick coat, Nusiea could see her shaking from fear. "All seems well, Doctor. Everyone's in stasis and their vital statistics are in line. The power plant is functioning better than expected. About four hundred thirty two percent better, actually. Barring any unforeseen complications, we should be able to sustain cryogenic containment for at least five hundred years." She looked at the two tubes next to her. "Are you sure there is nothing we have missed or forgot?"

"No. We've been over this plan many times. If anything goes wrong, the computer will wake us up and we can wake the rest of the population fast enough that we won't have to worry about losing anyone." He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "But it's time for us to sleep as well." She looked up at his smiling face. "You have been through this before. We fall asleep and it will be like waking up just a second later."

"But in reality ten years will have passed." Her memories of the two weeks testing she did on the tubes before came back. "I remember how easy it was. But, this is different. We're not in a lab with other people around to check on us. This time we are all alone with only the computer to watch over us."

"Simulations for the computer, the software, the structure of the building... everything... shows that we will be just fine. Only one simulation failed and that was because the incorrect data was entered for the computer to accurately analyze." His hand on her shoulder rubbed a bit to reassure her. "I promise. All is going to go as planned."

Denita sighed heavily and stepped up to her cylinder. Removing her coat and hanging it on the wall next to her, she climbed into the tube. "Ok. Let's get this over with before I change my mind, Doctor."

He stepped up to her and smiled as he turned on the tube systems. "Ok." He grinned at her, hoping his smile would help her relax. "It will be ok. It's just time to sleep."

Smiling slightly, she shook her head. "How is it you can make anything seem so easy? It's a gift you have."

"I know." He closed the tube around her and sealed it before he turned on the speakers. "It's because I'm a god of mischief. One that likes to make everyone happy with his playful nature and big smile. But, this time I'm not playing around." Turning on the tube's cryo functions the fluid filled the cylinder from below. "See, I'm finally getting what I want. A war to remake the world and the gods in my image."

Her eyes widened as his body began to change outside her tube. She reached for the emergency lock to open the door of her tube. It wouldn't open. "NUSIEA! LET ME OUT! PLEASE!"

"No, my lovely." His body finished its transformation.

Looking through the front glass of the tube as the fluid inside reached her waist she stared into the eyes of a coyote that walked like a man. "You're going to kill us all."

"Oh no. That would gain me nothing. See, I'm planning on killing just one person. You."

She panicked as she tried the lock on her tube again. It would not budge.

"Just relax and enjoy the trip, my lovely. It won't be painful. After all, I'm a god of joy and fun, not pain and suffering." The fluid reached her breasts. "There is just something extra I put into your cryochemicals that will give you a fun ride into oblivion."

Crying she pulled one last time on the handle as the fluid filled the entire tube. She instantly felt happy, like floating in joy. She had never felt this good before. She relaxed and smiled. She looked around and saw only the dark, but a long bright light in front of her, pulling her towards it. She felt the warmth and happiness she's always wanted inside the light. She let it take her.

Coyote walked over to the computer and changed the settings on the control panel. "This should keep anyone from waking up until I want them to." He smiled at his handy work. "Now, to find Doctor Zaius and progress this war faster to rid this planet of the humans still roaming free." He faded from sight again.

Starting anew is always delicate. Know then that it is the year 2073 and planet earth is in the middle of world war three, the biggest war in history. Most of the humans on the planet have been killed or taken prisoner by the primates and the Wilds. The other species of the planet are evolving and mutating at an exceptional rate, all of which have reached sentience of some level years prior to now.

The fastest to rise to full sentience were domesticated animals. Being mostly pets, the connection to humans made it easier for them to adjust to their new mutations. When their evolution began, they first had the ability to talk in the language of the home they had been raised in. Most domesticated animals were able to survive the purge by convincing their human family that they were not a threat, and even offering insights into the animal world that the humans hand not understood before.

In the years prior to this, the evolution sped up across the world and new allegiances had to be forged. The humans allowed the Domestics to aid them in their fight against the Wilds. Most Domestics are friendly or even loyal to humans and wish to continue to live together in peace. The ones that don't, escape to the Wild countries or they are imprisoned by the humans.

The staff struck the floor echoing through the great hall. "This war is unprecedented. The course of Midgard has turned from its original path and is spiraling into an untold reality. This has to be the work of another god." The one eyed god, Odin, stepped in front of the other gods present.

Thunder resounded in the sky, "Then who do you suggest is the culprit?" Zeus' glowing eyes sparked with bolts of lightning as he sat on his throne.

"I do not know." Odin's regal demeanor was unfazed by Zeus' display. "But it's clear to see, even with my lone eye. Only a god has the capability to affect the true nature of the Midgard in this manner." Holding out his free hand for the others to see, he looked at the white fur growing on it. "Not only has Midgard been affected, but so has the rest of the universe. Causing us all to begin transforming to suit the new order."

"It's true." A dark figure stood. "Even my domain in the underworld has been affected." The anthropomorphic jackal stepped forth. "Not only have I and all of those in the Pesedjet already lost our original form and transformed into full bipedal animals, the souls I watch over have been changed as well. It's as if all energies are being realigned."

The other gods looked at Anubis then at each other. All of them were in different stages of transformation from their original human forms into anthro animals.

"We must stop this before it goes too far. We will not sit idle while this..."

"It can't be stopped." Amaterasu was interrupted before she could continue, her new monkey tail whipping angrily behind her as she looked up at the voice that boomed through the hall. Floating next to the ceiling was Coyote, smoking his opium pipe. "It is engineered so that it cannot be stopped. It must play itself out."

"Coyote! What have you done?" Odin shouted up at the mischievous lower god.

"Oh, it wasn't me, old bear." He chuckled at Odin as he fell to the floor, landing softly and grinning widely. "Well...", he paused, "not just me."

Zeus stood and walked towards the grinning Coyote. "Tell us what you have done, you meaningless trickster?" He reached for Coyote's throat.

Inches away, he was stopped as a glowing rope lashed itself around his wrist and pulled him back. "Ohhhh no, that won't do. You are not allowed to touch my brother in arms."

"Loki!" Odin looked at his adopted son. "Are you a part of this?"

Lounging across one of the windows to the hall, Loki smiled down at each of the greater gods from each pantheon. "Of course, All Father. I'm surprised you didn't suspect me." He straightened himself up and sat upright facing them all. "But not just us. The idea was ours, yes. It took more power than what we had to affect the universe on this scale."

The multiarmed Visnu stood. "How many are you?"

Loki and Coyote exchanged glances before Coyote answered, "We are many. All the tricksters and the unappreciated gods you all have ignored or pushed aside. We are now our own pantheon and we have chosen to take matters in our own...paws." He held up his paws for all to see and chuckled. "You have run this universe far too long and done nothing with it. Now, we have remade it in our image. Not only have we changed Midgard, but other strategic areas of the cosmos that are tied together." Coyote faded from sight reappearing sitting next to Loki.

"And now there is no going back." Loki laughed. "It's too late. Just sit back and enjoy." Both faded from sight.

The higher gods looked at each other unsure of what to do.

The gods attempted to reverse what the tricksters did, but were unsuccessful. The universe realigned and a new structure of anthropomorphic life overtook all other life. On Earth the war between the humans and the furs continued for decades, wiping out most of the humans along the way. The Wilds attempted to attack and kill the humans directly, but those it couldn't were infected by a devastating virus created by Doctor Zaius. The HRV, human reproductive virus, made it impossible for any infected human to reproduce. Any women that were pregnant miscarried within days of contracting the virus. Young children became deathly ill and perished. All humans in the first stages of puberty survived, but their reproductive capabilities were destroyed. It was estimated, without a cure, the humans would be extinct within seventy years.

After the virus was confirmed spread to all existing humans, the war began to dwindle. The Domestics took over the lands the humans still controlled. Peace talks between the Domestics and the Wilds started as the furs all became more civilized and wise. Their understanding of technology was growing, but slowly. They would have to relearn many of the simple principals humans already took for granted, especially how to read and write the languages they instinctively knew how to speak.

Over the next one hundred fifty years, the furs were able to return the world to a close facsimile of what had been when the war started. The Wilds' and Domestics' territories were clearly divided and each side set up their own form of government. The Domestics controlled the Americas and most of Europe while the Wilds controlled Asia, Africa, and the rest of Europe. A wall was constructed by both factions to divide Europe between them. Australia was structured as neutral territory for the delegates of both sides to meet and keep the peace.

Most incursions made against either side were usually do to individual furs that rose to some small bit of power and wanted to over throw one or both governments. In the beginning of these troubles, war almost broke out again between the factions. However, once the true instigators were recognized, both sides created special military forces that were to specialize in the identification, removal, and the possible destruction of any problematic furs that may cause further issues with the governments. The special ops forces on each side had one priority above all else. Find and develop any weapon or defense to defend their government faction from independent forces and to gain superiority over the military of the other side.

"I don't care what you think, Lieutenant Tag. You are new to our outfit. We follow orders to the letter." Agent Andros leaned his fists on the desk in front of him and looked at the bear sitting across from him in his office. The boar's tusks stuck out high around his snout as he talked. "We are to use these strange furs for study and identify which ones we can exploit and how we can."

Tag sighed heavily. His gruff voices sounded much older than his twenty five year old body looked, "I know our orders, Sir. But these are furs. Citizens. They have rights. Most of them don't have a much of any special talent. What we are doing to increase their potential is making them crazy as well."

"Or leader doesn't care. He wants these studies done." Andros sat down in his chair. "I understand how you feel, Tag. But we have a job to do. We need to know everything we can about these furs. Are they a mutation, are they being changed by radiation or cosmic rays? Are they a danger to the rest of society? Why are they able to do the things they can? Can we get them to work for us when they are stronger and capable of really doing these amazing things?"

Tag shook his head, "I don't think I can continue with this operation, Agent Andros."

Leaning forward and putting his elbows on his desk, "Well, how about this, Lieutenant... You care for these furs we are experimenting on. Do you really think anyone else in your position will care as much as you do?" Tag's eyes locked with Andros'. If we replace you I doubt we'll promote someone that is such a bleeding heart as you are. What do you think will happen to them then?"

Andros was right. He didn't act like he cared, but at that moment, Tag realized that Andros cared for those furs the same way he did. In his position, he wasn't able to show that. He had to keep a dispassionate face in order to stay where he was or someone else would take over and the experiments would be worse on the furs than they are now. Andros had promoted Tag to the position he held now. It was clear to Tag that it was not only because he was the best fur for the job, but also because he cared for the subjects as well.

"Ok. I won't put in a transfer." Tag sighed.

Smiling around his tusks made him look really strange, but Andros was glad Tag was going to stay. "Now...", he pushed a stack of folders towards the bear. "These are some new furs we've recruited. One of them is a little girl. I think her name is Massey or something. She has some psychic potential, but she's only five. She's an orphan and we've officially adopted her. I suggest you see her first and determine the best course of action we should take for her."

Opening the top folder, he looked at the dossier of the fur in question. Her name was Misty and she had shown some possible telekinetic, precognition, and telepathic capabilities. She wasn't five as Andros had said. She was four. After reading her information, Tag looked up at Andros.

The boar nodded at the bear without any expression. "She should receive some_special_ treatment. Now go. I believe you have a meeting with the new drill instructor, Sargent Dackson Turner."

Tag nodded back. Without saying another word, he stood and left the room to go meet Sargent Turner and then on to see the young Misty.