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Created on: July 25, 2009 Last Updated: July 30, 2009
The world is no longer like anyone would care to remember it. Dark, desolate, dangerous, the stuff of nightmares.
Genetic engineering had, in the past few years, become a common place force, and force for the most part seen as good. Though many thought of it as a crime against God, most just loved the prospect of the perfect child, or the eradication of genetic disease, or other such nonsense. It was not long after decoding the basic genome of all animals on earth, and finding just how similar all of us are they started hybridization. This was a cruel, intolerable act even to most scientists, who would still use the studies put out on these horrendous experiments. But this in many respects is the way of science.
If only they would have stayed with mixing dogs and cats, or other such things nothing would have gotten out of hand, except maybe a protest or two, but that is easily sustainable. Instead, the academics started wondering what everybody wanted, no well that isn't right, and that was just their excuse. Really they wanted to expand the intelligence of the dog, to make it almost sentient, but still sub-human. So was spawned the Canis Sapien, or Wise Dog. At first it was the crave of the masses, the dogs learned to speak, had conversations with their masters and the entire world was in love.
But slavery was the sentence for these creatures. They had not even asked to be put on this earth, but were created for the purpose of entertaining and revering those who drug them into existence. There started to be signs of rebellion sooner than anyone could have imagined, just a few months had gone by since the first Canis Sapien. But it was pushed out of the minds of most people by the media downplaying the importance of these isolated incidents. This went on for years.
When the war broke no one was ready. The dogs had started breeding with wolves in the wild, creating much more vicious, but still highly intelligent creatures. The Canis, as they call themselves, surprised the world, lashing out from the forests, ripping people to shreds, with no need for weapons.
The news spread quickly, but the Canis were already everywhere. As the news came to humans, there was little or no time to make plans, or even to react before the plague of ambush was there as well. The Canis were held out of military bases, but only by the thick bunker walls, and the lack of opposable digits. However, they did learn to shoot guns, but still the majority of Canis
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