Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down catching its prey; an unlucky brown coloured Dai-mouse. He shouldn’t feel this way, this happy to see one of his own get taken and killed so easily but he was still human, no matter what the manual stated they were. “JASON!” The shrill scream of a heartbroken mother broke throughout the burrow, one of the many left from the war between Silver coats and Dai’s. He couldn’t make his head turn to see another shrivel up and die, he couldn’t fall into the spell the mother cast, a spell that was like a tidal wave upon sand that was trying to stay dry.
“You idiotic women if you dare waste your last H2O then do it out in the snow, not in here!” The yelp that followed the echoing skin to skin slap, caused by the Dai-Fly man made him shiver and breathe harshly. He continued to shiver but his breathing calmed as the sounds of the woman’s cries of pain and dragged sobs echoed throughout the burrow. Why was the Dai beating a woman for grieving her son’s death? Because like many others, he couldn’t hold his building emotions any longer than any of them could. They weren’t made to do so. It was a crack in their system. In their DNA.
Nothing could stop the disgusting sound, so he thought, but the loud eruption of metal crashing to the ground proved him wrong and gave him no time to place his dirt covered hands over his sister’s ears. “Bruh-Brother!” The cry from his sister, the curses of the people, and the prayers to God ran into his hearing only to get caught in the door. “We must leave” he spoke. It was the first time he did in their trip to escape the insanity of both their DNA rivals and own people. Grabbing his sister’s tiny hand and marveling at the softness it still had he pulled her to follow the many already leaving the burrow. The trees that reached the skies gave them the smallest of cover to walk to the next burrow.
Finding cover was easy enough. The war leaving too many to count, they reached a new burrow near the last minutes of an hour. Settling inside, everyone kept their distance from each other. The silence was the set radio tune throughout the burrow. My sister was innocent enough to break it. “Brother, why do we run?” He was holding her close to him when she asked him that question, his tight embrace only tightening as he dared himself to look into his sister’s hazel eyes for the first time in years. He saw dreaded curiosity and he knew he couldn’t keep her curiosity at bay by blaming it on the war. She was as smart as their mother, so he started the tale of Silver Coats and Dai’s.
“My dear sister, before I answer your question, I must tell you of Earth. A planet with islands in blue wet H2O. Unlike our red land and white snow, it holds colors of green and yellow, grey and brown, and even your favorites colors like pink and purple. It is the beauty we sought to find and make but can’t truly have, and what made it more remarkable was what was on those islands of color. Life, Sister.” He stopped to feel the sting at the side of lips from his smile before continuing.
“Our DNA came from those beasts but most especially from one called Human. Physically, they look much like the Silver Coats, but they weren’t hairless or had their clothing become their second skin. They were like us when it came to protecting our insides. With time, they had countries, cities, and towns, and with that came things such as peace, increase in children, war, technology, science… curiosity was their rope throughout the difficulties of evolution. But in year 6016, things began to change and curiosity was at the front of this great change.
By now, humanity had advanced, and with advancement came things of good for humans of a higher class but to the low class and to the animals it meant their death. The sun had become too bright for them to survive. They had the technology, so they set to work their problem out by sending out the best-of-the-best to space. Their mission: finding a new home. They searched throughout space, searching each planet until it came to a stop. A planet of red and white. A planet by the name of Lucifer.” Taking a breath to calm his speeding tone, he noticed the eyes of the people watching him, listening to him, much like his sister was doing.
“These geniuses were named Kendall, Mira, Takeno, Lucille, and Hamilton but you can say the American Lucille was the real genius of everything that you see on Lucifer. Now with a home found, they set out their personal plans into action. You see, throughout their journey through space they started to feel strange things, things which encouraged them to make the new generation of humans. Their plan started with killing off the guards set to go with them for treason not to occur and ended with them cutting off the only contact they had with Earth. Anyway, Lucifer was a strange planet. It wasn’t how we see it now. They had to make a lot of changes.
First, the humans who came here were completely controlled by the scientists, so how we look now was for their survival on this planet. Then came us. They needed a source of food, so we came into the picture because the animals that were brought here were quickly dying off or becoming infertile to make more from our planet, air and land. They put animal DNA in us, mutated us to become a new resource of food, but like any new experiment there were glitches; a.k.a us. They named us Dais because it meant Duplex Artificial Intellectuals. Duplex for our animal DNA and Human DNA, Artificial because they made us, and Intellectual because our brains didn’t Fry into a brainless entity. It grew with age. We became the pets. As low as the robots and soon we couldn’t take it anymore so war was waged between the two species on Lucifer. That’s how we got here and we run because-” He was near the end of his story when the electronic voice shot out through the air.
“WC-Clearance department, you are all arrested for breaking 100 rules of Dai Law. Punishment is a life sentence to servitude and or Death!” “RUN!” That moment, he grabbed his sister and ran, keeping his eyes straight on the prize, ignoring the death around him and screams of help as he raced to the mountains.
“Sir Lucille, what is your command?” A man asked the higher official with dull, unemotional eyes, and with a robotic tone of command Lucille spoke, “Shoot Missile Marie.” They saw the trail of smoke in the air but he and many others who kept running screamed in defiance, “LIBERTY!”