After all was said and done.
After all the carnage and rage.
After all the whimpers and cries.
One lone figure
walks back.
Dr. D looks at the scoreboard. The monitor blips on the final tally. His frown drops to it’s lowest point of the night and along with it, two words also drop.
“A massacre…”
Molly, slow like moving lumber approaches Dr. D and licks his face.
“Come along Molly” says Dr. D. with a sigh. “I’ve got to start all over.”
Thus, Dr. D and Molly start their long walk towards the exit. The deafening cries of the crowd and the flashing lights of the cameras are left unseen. One could say that he isn’t even there at all. Just a frail old man; shuffling along. Lost deep in thought, already trying to counter the problems he faced today, but one thing is clear in his mind.
“Never again will I lose…”
On aboard his plane, Molly sleeps at the doctors feet while Dr D., still in deep calculation is at in-pass. He knows what the problem is. He is always able to get far. He is after all, Dr. D.: THE SAVANT OF SCIENCE. Even now, in the new order his name is still know. So, how could he, one of the most brilliant men on the earth, be losing at dog fighting. Sure, he had only been at it for 20 years , and they had only started to allow genetic manipulation 15 years ago,
“These…” his voice began to rise. His decrepit body pumping with blood and that blood pumping with fury began rising him out of his chair.
“THESE…” His rage at the tipping point. He is so livid that the words are dammed up behind his mouth, but the rage pushes and pushes and cracks begins to show until finally the dam breaks.
“THESE FUCKING SHITHEADS ARE BEATING ME!? WHAT THEY ARE DOING ISN’T EVEN DOG TRAINING OR SCIENCE! THEY JUST SLING THEIR GE GE… GENETIC SHITS ON THE WALL AND WHATEVERSTANDS UP AND KILLS! THEY CALL A DOG! ”
Molly begins to wag her tail. A cadence starts up and and stone begins banging against floor. Dr. D slumps down into his chair.
“You think so too, huh Molly?” He pats Molly softly on her head. He had created molly to be the perfect defense and distraction. Her hair modified tortoise DNA to give her a hard outer shell that when struck hardens. Underneath, rhino skin for added defense. Even with modification she was largely and genetically still a St. Bernard. A grey rocky 500 pound St. Bernard, but still a dog. Truly a work of art.
He slumps even lower. He knows all of his work was flawed. For all of his creations were brought into this world with compassion. They lacked the genetic chaos and madness of the other creatures and Dr. D knew that’s why he would always lose. Yet, that was the fate that was given to him because ultimately, he was a purist. As a scientist and a dog lover and would never create such a mindless brute.
Dr. D thought stops.
He utters “mindless brute…” and it clicks. He knows now, what he has to do.
END OF PART 1
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