Post by Pebble on Oct 6, 2016 2:23:36 GMT
It's the year 3004, the government has finally taken complete control of the once free country of the USA. The country... it's turned to shit. The people that populate the country live in fear of their government and their "pets". Nobody talks to anybody anymore, nobody fights, the living is poor for those not in the government, and the once greatest country in the world is the worst. The shadows of canines scare people any more.
Just under two years ago, the government came stomping into every home, claiming cats and dogs, taking them from families. Dogs on the streets were taken in as well. Their plans were falling into place.
They bred this animals and injected them with many different... things. They created creatures almost as intelligent as themselves. They discovered, however, cats could not be of any use as they died in these experiments, leaving man's best friend as their new "weapon". These dogs, they were smart, even more useful in the military. It was a new era, leaving the United States as the best military in the world for their canines.
However, somebody got greedy. They started using these dogs on the public. The dogs' intelligence allowed them to wander the streets and know what to do; to keep the public in line. No more fights broke out, the fear of getting bitten too great. Criminals were put to ease and the states became peaceful. But feared. The government allowed no room for mistakes, allowing their dogs to attack anyone who got out of line. It is a horrible place now. These dogs... they aren't the beloved canines we were so many years ago. No. They're monsters, loyal to the government. There is no sign of them. They train these dogs with other dogs, too lazy to train themselves.
And that's where I come in. The tag on my ear reads "357". I know this because I recall catching a glimpse of it before it was implanted on my ear. Just before I was separated from my mother. 357 is the only name I know aside from Kujo. I'm not sure why they named me that... I used to think it was a girls name and since I was make I was disgusted with it. But it isn't.
Some of the people are kind and call me Kujo. Others just call me "test subject 357". They've injected the back of my neck with weird subtances. None that I really care for, so long as they don't kill me.
I've been in this cage since I was 3 months old; since I was weaned from my mother. I thought it was too early... but I don't think these people care. Dogs in the cages across from my roomy one and beside mine bark alot, and it's quite annoying. Usually, I just hide away, counting the number of brown hairs on my bed. Heh.
Today was different though.
They came into my cage, and since this usually means I get injected with something, I didn't want to come. But I knew better. I found my black paws leading me to the humans and the familiar feel of a muzzle. Safety measures.
They lead me out with a choke chain. Not that I needed it, of course. However, they walked me pad the regular testing room and this confused me.
They instead lead me to a different room, where they put me on a cold table. I felt pain and suddenly my brown ear was free of the tag. Instead, a thing was placed around my neck. A collar! Some of the dogs that walked freely past my cage on the way to their jobs wore these. I knew that the dangly thingy was a tag and had their name on the front and their number on the back. So. Mine would be "Kujo" then "357", right? I thought so.
With this new thing on, we left and went to a large door. They removed the muzzle and opened it, revealing a well fenced area with other dogs like me. Oh. The training area I think? Some dogs marched around in line, others chatted, some even attacked each other. I saw none that played. Those were killed.
The door behind me closed and suddenly I was alone in a big, new world. Oh, if only I knew what was beyond this fence.
Just under two years ago, the government came stomping into every home, claiming cats and dogs, taking them from families. Dogs on the streets were taken in as well. Their plans were falling into place.
They bred this animals and injected them with many different... things. They created creatures almost as intelligent as themselves. They discovered, however, cats could not be of any use as they died in these experiments, leaving man's best friend as their new "weapon". These dogs, they were smart, even more useful in the military. It was a new era, leaving the United States as the best military in the world for their canines.
However, somebody got greedy. They started using these dogs on the public. The dogs' intelligence allowed them to wander the streets and know what to do; to keep the public in line. No more fights broke out, the fear of getting bitten too great. Criminals were put to ease and the states became peaceful. But feared. The government allowed no room for mistakes, allowing their dogs to attack anyone who got out of line. It is a horrible place now. These dogs... they aren't the beloved canines we were so many years ago. No. They're monsters, loyal to the government. There is no sign of them. They train these dogs with other dogs, too lazy to train themselves.
And that's where I come in. The tag on my ear reads "357". I know this because I recall catching a glimpse of it before it was implanted on my ear. Just before I was separated from my mother. 357 is the only name I know aside from Kujo. I'm not sure why they named me that... I used to think it was a girls name and since I was make I was disgusted with it. But it isn't.
Some of the people are kind and call me Kujo. Others just call me "test subject 357". They've injected the back of my neck with weird subtances. None that I really care for, so long as they don't kill me.
I've been in this cage since I was 3 months old; since I was weaned from my mother. I thought it was too early... but I don't think these people care. Dogs in the cages across from my roomy one and beside mine bark alot, and it's quite annoying. Usually, I just hide away, counting the number of brown hairs on my bed. Heh.
Today was different though.
They came into my cage, and since this usually means I get injected with something, I didn't want to come. But I knew better. I found my black paws leading me to the humans and the familiar feel of a muzzle. Safety measures.
They lead me out with a choke chain. Not that I needed it, of course. However, they walked me pad the regular testing room and this confused me.
They instead lead me to a different room, where they put me on a cold table. I felt pain and suddenly my brown ear was free of the tag. Instead, a thing was placed around my neck. A collar! Some of the dogs that walked freely past my cage on the way to their jobs wore these. I knew that the dangly thingy was a tag and had their name on the front and their number on the back. So. Mine would be "Kujo" then "357", right? I thought so.
With this new thing on, we left and went to a large door. They removed the muzzle and opened it, revealing a well fenced area with other dogs like me. Oh. The training area I think? Some dogs marched around in line, others chatted, some even attacked each other. I saw none that played. Those were killed.
The door behind me closed and suddenly I was alone in a big, new world. Oh, if only I knew what was beyond this fence.