10 years later.
10 long grueling years.
10 houndingly long years.
10 wooefuly long, dog eat dog years.
Dr. D sits in his chair. Surrounded in darkness. Listening to the air currents hum as they are gently brushed off the plane’s wings. Barely holding on, and with life draining out of him him, he considers the past 10 years of his life. He had originally given himself 8 but with devilry and trickery he had delayed his death up until now, and he was content with that. 193 years old was a decent age.
“still…. 200 would have been better…” Dr. D guesses that even in old age, he is still a stickler for even numbers.
His team met all the requirements, 90% biomass 10 % cybernetics, and a mass of no more than 1 short ton, but most of all. He had done what he had wanted to do and that was to elevate the dog.
At that moment, the console lights up bright, and the whole plane shuts off. The plane’s nose lifts up for a few seconds before it drops and the plane goes into nosedive. The chair’s automatic safety mechanism kicks in and Dr D almost blacks out from the sudden g forces at play. The plane dives into a thunderstorm where it begins to pelted by electricity at all sides, frying the console and sending surges of light through the plane.
There Dr. D understood, this was the end for him.
YET THIS WAS NOT THE END.
He still had to ensure the survival of his plans. He had worked to hard to fuck it up now. He was certain that his team would survive the crash without his help, but now he had to seal the deal. He had to make his team psychologically invincible.
He knew now.
That he, had to make history.
With every fiber of his brittle bonely body. With every minutia of blood he pumped harder to move. Thus through force of will and guts alone he he stood for the first time in 5 years.
MY CHILDREN!
SINCE THE BEGINNING OF MANKIND, MAN HAS ALWAYS FOUGHT AGAINST NATURE AND NATURE AGAINST MAN. YET THERE WAS ONE WHO TURNED ITS BACK ON NATURE, AND FOLLOWED MAN. THAT WAS THE WOLF. THE WOLF BECAME OUR EYES AND EARS, IT BECAME OUR WEAPON AND SHIELD. OUR ENTERTAINMENT AND THE BRUNT OF OUR ABUSE. YET THE WOLF REMAINED AND BECAME THE DOG.
Dr. D. started to spit up blood. His voice now came in short burst with blood fighting with air to escape his mouth. It did not matter. He just tried harder to speak.
NOW!
DESCENDANTS OF THE WOLF.
MY TWO THOUSAND POUNDS OF DOG.
I AM DYING.
YET, I AM MAN WITH GOD’S POWER
I TURN TO YOU.
MAN’S BEST FRIEND.
FOR ALL YOUR LOYALTY.
I BESTOW UPON TO YOU.
THE POWER OF MAN.
NOW GO FORTH AND FOLLOW MY WILL.
Dr. D finally started to give in to his death.
“They say”
he struggled
“They say every dog has his day”
With one final push, with eyes bulgin and body breaking, one final testament of life springs from his mouth.
I SAY TO YOU NOW!
MAKE
EVERY DAY
A DOG’S DAY
Although no sound was made every ear in that room listened and understood. Dr. D fell to the floor. Dead. A series of short barks rang out, and as the plane began to come into view of it’s eternal embrace with the ground. They plane suffered an explosion and ten dark figures flew out in different directions.
END OF PART 2
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