TransWorld: Revolution Chapter 1 "Smiley" (553 hits)
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Submitted by Uncle B. (View user info) at 2007-09-08 20:31:28 EDT
Transworld: Revolution
Chapter 1: Smiley.
It was raining at the Moreau Institute of Transgenetics when the call from the security shack at the front gate came in. After several pleasant chirps it was answered by a slender man appearing to be in his mid-thirties wearing medical scrubs and glasses. His tone was one of cheerful superiority.
"He's has arrived has he? Good, send him up with no delay. What? No don't search him, I invited him here and it wouldn't do to be rude, now be a good boy and do what I say." Dr. Alphonse Moreau IV-3rd shook his head and wondered why his predecessor hadn't improved upon the intelligence of the house dogs. He headed toward the security elevator so he could get upstairs to change for his visitor.
"Move along" barked the mastiff hybrid to the driver of the limo as he waved them past and headed back into the guard shack. He paused instinctively before the door and shook the moisture from his short fur.
"Damn it smells like wet dog in here," he growled as he stepped into the shack.
"Still not funny, you've been saying that dumb line every time it rains, makes me think you were born without a sense of humor." The Doberman hybrid gestured with his crayon. His lack of color perception and ability hadn't stifled his desire to be an artist.
But he tried anyway. They all tried to be something more than what there were.
"My paternal told me that joke, just as his paternal told him, handed down from generation to generation. It is kind of like a family joke. Your paternal thinks a joke is defined by this," he grabbed the Doberman's shoulders and humped vigorously from behind.
"For the love of The Father will you get off," Dobie growled and tried to twist away from the more massive Mastiff unsuccessfully.
"I'm trying, big doggie, I'm trying," and humped even harder, unable to contain himself or maintain the joke, he let go and they howled and yipped with laughter.
"Cretins," a third and somewhat smaller guard dog thought to himself, "both of your fathers are sitting in their kennels in the lab." the Australian Sheepherder hybrid ignored their laughter and went back to watching his digital flock of security monitors.
The limo pulled through the gate of the palatial estate and towards the main building, after a few minutes arrived at the main entrance to disgorge a single passenger. The limo rocked as the massive creatures weight exited. Looming like a massive dark shadow, the figure strode towards the door. He was met on the steps by a small weasel-ish man with a clipboard.
"Mr. Smiley, it is so good..." the weasel began.
"Smiley, no mister, just: Smiley,"
"I am very sorry for the misunderstanding sir. My name is Wendell, now then, Smiley if you would come with me please," he reached out to guide his visitor and was stopped short by Smiley's crushing grip.
"Do not try and touch me again," growled Smiley, "or I will be less...forgiving...of a second attempt."
"So very sorry sir, please follow me then," with a nervous laugh and slightly soiled undergarment he led Smiley to Moreau's office.
Smiley hated to wait, and was quite relieved when Dr. Moreau entered the room from the door opposite his own entrance nearly simultaneously. The doctor, clad in a dark suit, and even darker expression, gestured for Smiley to come in and sit down.
"Mister Smi...er, excuse me, I'm sorry, you go by just Smiley, isn't that correct?" the doctor inquired.
"Yes."
"If you could, please, remove your hat and coat?"
Inwardly Smiley sighed as he stood and removed his long dark colored duster, and lifted his fedora off his head. The worn and beaten hat had slits cut into the top for his ears. Smiley flicked the remaining moisture from the tufts of fur at his ear tips while Dr. Moreau made his assessment.
"Smiley, no known aliases, paternal donor: Smilodon fatalis, maternal donor: Homo-sapiens, height: 220cm, weight 240Kg. Siblings: 0, you were the only successful one in the batch eh?"
"Why have you brought me here, surely not to waste my time..." started Smiley.
"I paid your fee, expensive as it was, so hear me out. I don't know how you half-breeds get it into your heads that pureblood humans like me should even have to consort with creatures like yourself, but I feel I have every right to inspect my purchase and ensure that I am satisfied that you can carry out the job."
"What's the job?"
"I need you to kill the leader of The Pack."
"The Pack?" Smiley asked incredulously, "What did they do this time, break into another research facility and let the bunnies go?"
"No, they have a new leader now, we don't know where they have holed up, but we have received information that The Pack has grown in number rapidly under this new leadership. We have sent dozens of our agents, even teams of agents, and none are ever heard from again."
An untrained eye might not have picked up the subtle movements but the slight up turn on either side of Smiley's mouth, but Dr. Moreau got the full view effect and shuddered slightly.
It had been 13,000 years since his father has last hunted the world and slept beneath the tar in La Brea, now his only son, took up the prowl once more...
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Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-09-10 10:05:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this. It amused me.
Submitted by zwerg (user info) at 2007-09-10 08:48:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Surgeon (user info) at 2007-09-10 06:15:20 EDT (#)
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pneumonectomy..
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-09-09 18:10:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2007-09-09 14:56:38 EDT (#)
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ya'll gonna have to gimme a few days for chapter 2, I have to revise a paper for english and do a total re-write on a spanish essay.
to be honest folks this is set in the 500 years in the future timeline.
the basic rules I used for this construction are as follows:
Animal Human hybrids are commonly employed as cheap labor...almost always property.
(there are exceptions like Smiley whose lethality, exceptional intelligence, and the singular fact he is the only successful (thusfar) Sabertooth Tiger Transgenic)
Dr. Alphonse Moreau IV-3rd: 4th generation 3rd iteration clone of original Doctor A. Moreau
Mass produced clones have 3rd designation. X-Nth-Alpha, Beta, Delta depending upon role filled.
All transgenic births are artificial or surrogate using livestock.
Transgenic life-spans are averaged amongst their genetic donors. Human/Canine 120+20/2 = 70
Human/mouse 120+4/2 = 62
you get the idea...there is rumor of experimentation with a variety of species to achieve a lazarus effect...self-rejuventation.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-09-09 14:00:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-09-09 11:24:52 EDT (#)
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It wasn't xenophobia, not as I read it, it was the distaste of a wealthy man for his servants. It was the callousness of a master to his slave. He's not afraid of them, they are just inferior.
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I guess it depends on how you read it. To me, if he'd said "get away from me you lowly commoner/servant" or even "get away from me you disgusting mongrel commoner" and not "I don't know how you half-breeds get it into your heads that pureblood humans like me should even have to consort with creatures like yourself" I'd be inclined to agree with your notions of classism. Instead, it comes off more as a xenophobic statement; fear of that which is different or outside oneself, the same as if he'd thrown in "chink", "hyme", or "negro". Xenophobia does imply classism, as you're assumign you are somehow better than that which is "outside", but it is different.
The statement also begs the question of why the good doctor is working at the institute if he hates half-breeds so much, and how in the world a dead 18th century vivisectionist managed to produce an offspring, but it could be a grand-nephew of some sort, or perhaps (as in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) Brit intelligence staged his death and hid the old man out in the woods somewhere and he fucked a squirrel, thus assuring the continuation of the Moreau bloodline. This has potential, and it will be interesting to see where it's taken.
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-09-09 11:24:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It wasn't xenophobia, not as I read it, it was the distaste of a wealthy man for his servants. It was the callousness of a master to his slave. He's not afraid of them, they are just inferior.
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2007-09-09 11:03:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-09-09 05:51:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it.
Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2007-09-09 00:24:48 EDT (#)
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It gets more developed...this was more just an introduction.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-09-09 00:20:45 EDT (#)
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As a character, Doctor Moreau would seem to make more sense if this were some Victorian-era steampunk story. His xenophobia also seems to be out of character, like making Ahab a pacifist or Sherlock Holmes a bumbling idiot. All the same, if this is only chapter 1 I'm interested to see where you're taking this.