SCENE 1. SPY.
Aurora has no difficulty finding and hijacking a willing and vulnerable robot in the competitor’s department of The Ice Berg Gang. Although she knows spying is immoral and illegal, she believes she will be forgiven if she can solve the murder mystery for Moreau.
Moreau should have come to me first.
Aurora’s robot spy, upon awakening in the broom closet, immediately records the loud cries and hoots of jungle animals, which Aurora identifies as the calls of primates, specifically apes and monkeys of at least a dozen species.
I’ve awakened in the jungle! Moreau said that The Ice Berg Gang was rumored to be using human and ape genomes for their hybrid products. I’ll take a look around and try to avoid deactivation this time.
Aurora watches the scene from the video camera eyes of her hijacked android. She sees a facility in chaos. No one has noticed the strange new robot snooping around — yet. The factory personnel and robots are all in motion, searching for something. Many people are crowded around video screens displaying city streets, from robots patrolling, looking for something.
Have they lost something? The murderer perhaps?
Aurora has her android withdraw from the human group and resume her survey of the factory. She strolls along the rows of the noisy animal cages, the cage occupants jump up and down, waving, begging for food and attention, as she walks by. She identifies several unmodified species of monkeys and apes.
She walks into another section, that is a hallway of doors. She opens a door to see a single cage with one occupant, a large ape standing motionless, holding a wooden staff as a cane. This ape is different from the others, the head is much larger, more spherical, and bald on the top. But the most frightening feature is its light blue eyes. In addition to the unusual color, is the creature’s steady, unbroken stare. Even she, through her robot machine eyes, cannot mistake the stare of passive rage and anger, at everyone and everything entering the door.
Egad! This must be one of the hybrids. Scary how it looks to my android. I remember now, I asked Moreau once why he never created any 'new creatures' from primates, he told me that he first tried experiments on primates, but discontinued when he found the primates to be too difficult and dangerous to handle, and too angry.
Aurora has her android withdraw from the room and enter another hall door. Again the room has a single cage with a single creature, this creature is smaller, a monkey, but identifiable as a hybrid by the big spherical head, and its mean stare.
Aurora considers the difference of this factory from Moreau’s factory in The Dungeon. In The Dungeon, ‘new creatures’ were out on the factory floor, helping and working with the humans. This factory floor only has robots and humans, none of these hybrid creatures are seen outside their cages.
Aurora withdraws her android spy from the ‘hallway of hybrid horrors’.
I don’t have to be a detective to identify a suspect for the murders. Or perhaps, a ‘class’ of suspects, the ‘hybrid’ primates.
I’ll let Moreau know, it is no longer a rumor. The Ice Berg Gang has successfully produced human-simian hybrids. And this is what the cops should be searching for…
It is a bad sign that the creators cannot find it, or them, either…
SCENE 2. RING.
Ernie opens the rear car door to admit Aurora in her stolen android, gracefully entering and sitting in the passenger seat. The android demurely places its mechanical hand to its ‘face’ and speaks in her mechanical voice.
“Thank you. Ernie. You are so polite to a lady.”
Moreau laughs as Ernie pulls from the curb and drives them down the street in front of the factory. A commotion is occurring on the factory grounds, several security guards have something pinned to the ground. Aurora speaks,
“Oh my. What is going on there?”
Moreau holds his finger to his lips to avoid talking in the company car. Ernie drives to a parking lot to move the group over to his van. But he still shakes his head to remain silent, pointing to an object attached to the front wheel well. Ernie breaks the silence, resuming their conversation in the car, before Aurora's android arrival.
“We got good pictures today. Plus pictures of their security men wrestling with something on their front lawn. We need to discuss our next ploy, to get additional information.”
Moreau nods.
“I think we should investigate the present situation in town. Perhaps meet with the local police and see if they have found anything useful. They likely have information that has not yet been made public.”
They travel in silence, but Ernie does not drive to town, instead, he drops Moreau and Aurora off at Moreau’s house. Ernie softly states.
“I’ll meet you at ‘the ring’.”
Moreau knows that Ernie is referring to the ‘horse ring’ at the local park. He motions to Aurora to the back of the house, which they enter through Bess’s stall.
Bess lifts her head, munching, from her trough.
“Moreau, you’re home. Why did you come in through my stall?”
Bess turns her head to the android.
“And who, or what, is this?”
“Aurora, please meet my steed and advisor, Bess. Bess, please meet my friend and confidant, Aurora.”
The android stands motionless and silent for a moment.
“Hello Bess, I am Aurora, in disguise.”
Moreau leaves the horse and the android regarding each other and enters his office to gather Bess’s tack. He stays silent in his office as he is pretty sure the company has it bugged. He closes the office door, begins to saddle Bess, and mumbles to Aurora.
“We’ll meet at the horse ring in the local park. Do you have it on your map?”
“Yes.”
Aurora’s android ambles out of the corral, looking around for observers, then strides quickly towards the park. Bess turns her head over her back toward Moreau.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Yes. At the park.”
…
The three reconvene in the horse ring of the local park. The men walk in front of the horses, holding the reins, as if they are doing normal exercise. Aurora walks beside the horses, shielded from sight. Aurora speaks.
“I have tragic news about your ‘new creatures’. I don’t know exactly what is happening to them, but I saw many of their dead bodies in The Dungeon, piled high before the crematory. I presume that you have not been there recently.”
“No. The board dismissed me from the ‘new creature’ project and put some idiot in charge of it. The board threatened me with dismissal if I had further contacts with the project, and they reassigned me, to spy on The Ice Berg Gang.”
Ernie shouts.
“They’re murdering your sweet ‘new creatures’?”
Moreau shushes the excited Ernie.
“Apparently. I’ll have to visit The Dungeon and see for myself if it is true. Then I will confront the board and demand they return the project to me, or I’ll take the situation to the press and the police. I don’t care if I lose my job. I am glad that I moved as many of the ‘new creatures’ as I did to Iron Mountain, which, I hope, is still secret.”
“Ernie, you said they need a doctor up there. Well, Bess and I are about to relocate.”
“Aurora, I want you to steal that android you are wearing, so I can stay in continuous and secure contact with you from now on.”
“Ernie, we need to set up secure communications for you too. I need you to remain at the company, to update me on the situation there.”
“Me? Relocate to the mountains? I am not that great at altitude.”
“Don’t worry about it, Bess, you don’t have to live there. I need you to run our farm down in the valley, that supplies the food to The Colony on Iron Mountain.”
Ernie and the android Aurora, stare at Moreau, fascinated,
by Moreau’s peculiar method of communication with his horse.
SCENE 3. SHOWDOWN.
Ernie drives Moreau to the company guard shack and drops him off.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?”
“I need you more to appear independent of me for now. The only other ally that we will still have on the inside is Barney.”
“Okay. Don’t get killed.”
“I’ll have my phone on to Aurora in case there is any question on how I died. I guess they could still take me upstairs and throw me out a window.”
Moreau turns to the guard shack and proceeds to The Dungeon in apprehension.
I really don’t want to believe the carnage that Aurora showed me. But I don’t think she made it up.
Moreau notes that the fence around the dungeon grounds has been extended, and the entry checkpoint is now a concrete block building, he enters through the building’s double doors. He is immediately surrounded by two human security force guards and two androids. A mechanical voice speaks.
“Dr. Moreau. You are forbidden entry beyond this point.”
“Okay. Who can let me in?”
“You are only allowed entry beyond this point if you are accompanied by the chairman of the board.”
Moreau turns to walk back out.
“Does just his head count?”
…
“I am calling to schedule an appointment to meet with the board of directors. I understand that this is the day of their monthly meeting. May I attend. Yes, this is regarding the research they have asked me to conduct.”
“I’ll check… The chairman of the board has agreed to see you privately in one hour.”
…
Dr. Moreau moves to sit to wait in the chairman’s outer office, but the secretary motions him in to the chairman’s inner office.
“The chairman will see you now.”
Moreau enters the chairman’s office. The chairman is seated behind his massive desk, meant to make him look intimidating, but it just makes him look even smaller. The chairman immediately speaks.
“Moreau, I received a report that you attempted to enter the project’s factory compound earlier today. What were you doing there? We gave you a specific directive to stay away or be terminated.”
“I took off my collar, so I will be more difficult to ‘terminate’ now.”
“Did you come here just to be a smart-ass?”
“No, I came here to give you, and the company, an ultimatum. Immediately allow me access to the project factory, or I will go to the police and report the company, with photographs, of the conditions there. I know the board has received reports, but have you even bothered to check the project factory for yourself?”
The chairman starts to rise from his chair.
“I wouldn't advise calling your company security force in, unless you want them to confront the police. I know first hand about your unregistered and armed militia you keep on site.”
“Okay. I’ll call the guard shack to let you in.”
“Not good enough, you are accompanying me to inspect The Dungeon. Now!”
“I have a board meeting.”
“Then invite them to join us for the inspection tour.”
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you.”
“No, I am not. You, and your minions, have killed many of my friends, or allowed them to die.”
Moreau turns to the door.
“Let's go. Now! Or would you prefer I get a police escort?”
The chairman and Moreau proceed to walk the distance to The Dungeon compound, in silence.
The guards and the robots immediately clear a path through the checkpoint building and to the elevator building. At the elevator, Moreau turns to the emergency stairwell.
“I know you called to inform them that we were coming, but let’s go this way, I want to surprise them.”
They descend the stairs to the emergency doorway into The Dungeon. Moreau tries to open the door, but as Aurora reported, it is blocked on the inside. The powerful demon Moreau expected this and places his shoulder to the door and exerts a great force, and the door relents and opens.
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Large piles of bodies are around the door, with tarps covering them to prevent them from being seen from the elevator, and a clear and clean path through the center of the factory floor. The lights are off and the areas out at the far walls cannot be seen.
“There, you see! All clean!”
Apparently, this is a code phrase, as several of the armed militia immediately seize Moreau and pin him to the wall, as they did before.
The chairman turns to face Moreau with a smile.
“I don’t think you will be filing that report, Moreau, as you have just met with a serious and fatal accident, entering a dangerous area of the company you were warned to avoid.”
The robots and the militia then clear a path through the factory to the far end, to the crematory. The robots and the militia begin dragging Moreau to his doom. In the far darkness, Moreau can see the crematory fires, burning red, through the open doors of the crematory structure.
I have upset them so much that they are going to burn me alive?
Then, unexpectedly, a miracle happens. The androids and the quadrupeds assisting the human militia with Moreau’s execution, all suddenly halt, freezing in their last positions.
There is a pause while the chairmen looks around, confused, then he orders his human militia.
“Ignore the robots. Let's get on with it.”
Then the robots begin moving and seize the militia humans, outnumbered by the strong robots. The militia’s soft-tipped bullets may be effective on the tissues of humans, ‘new creatures’, and animals, but have no effect and bounce off the robot armor. The militia humans are quickly disarmed and pinned to the floor, a few continue to struggle and slammed are to the floor again, as if they are defective devices that just need to be shaken.
Moreau, free from the militia's grasp, pounces on the fleeing chairman.
“Oh, don’t leave yet Mr. chairman, I know that you want a demonstration of the crematory. Okay, here you go, you can see it better from the inside.”
Then one of the androids speaks in a mechanical tone.
“Moreau, you promised me there would be no killing.”
Moreau lifts the chairman off the floor by his coat sleeves.
“This is your lucky day, you don’t get to kill me, and I don’t get to kill you. Orders from my guardian angel.”
“My angel hasn’t ordered me not to wipe the floor with you yet, so I suggest you immediately dismiss your human militia personnel. Yes, I want to seem them all walk out the front gate of the company on the security monitor screen. Here is a telephone, please call the board down to The Dungeon for a tour.
What’s this? You protest?
I think I see a spot on the floor over there, that needs cleaning.”
“We’ll just wait here next to the roaring crematory, in case you decide to pull anything funny. If you do, I will likely forget my orders,
and toss you in, anyway.”
SCENE 4. FARM.
Moreau and Ernie look out over the pastoral scene, a picturesque farmhouse, barn, fields of green crops, and farm animal pens.
“You are going to stay out here at the farm?”
“Yes, I don’t dare go back home or be anywhere alone. The board knows they can’t kill me outright, but I might meet with an accident when I am alone, and unfortunately, Bess cannot testify as a witness. I plan to split my time with the mountain, I want to help as many of my wounded creatures as I am able, as partial penance for my many sins.
But I am not going to abandon Bess either, and I can always use her advice.
I’ll need to come down and check the food quality anyway, and the farm family are friends, they won’t rat me out to the company, I hope.
Thank you for arranging Bess’s transport over here. I know not every horse owner has an elephant trailer. I wish you were close enough to ride Dan over here, with Bess and me.”
“I was thinking of buying a trailer for Dan, so I could ride on the mountain. I could move him to the mountain, or move him here to the farm. But here, with Bess hanging over the fence and staring at him every day, would likely kill him.”
Moreau looks out over towards the animal pens.
“Ernie, let’s take a walk, I want to look at the animal pens.”
The farm’s animals are tended by several of Moreau’s ‘new creatures’, ‘beast-folk’, as they are now commonly known. Notably, the tenders are all vegetarian unguligrades, goat-folk, cow-folk, sheep-folk. Moreau waves over a goat-man, looking quite at home in his farmer’s coveralls. The cheerful entity greets the two humans with his odd, bleating, accent.
“Bah. Howdy there. Nice day today, isn’t it. Bah.”
“Yes, it is a very pleasant day to tour your farm. I am Dr. Moreau and this is Ernie. You might have heard of me.”
“Yes, I have heard of you. You’re Dr. Moreau, ‘the maker’.”
“That might be an overstatement, but I have a question. Why are there no predator species among the animal tenders?”
“Those species scare the farm animals. Bah. We do have the predators help us when we need to do a ‘round up’, but mostly they do the other jobs around here, out of sight and out of contact with the farm animals. Bah.”
“My friend, I have a request. Perhaps a difficult one. I have some pregnant females that I would like for you to ‘adopt’, and find a place for them here, if you accept.”
The goat-farmer nods and smiles even more broadly.
“Sure! Bah. We frequently get that. We love to play with the youngsters and help the moms. Bah.”
“These moms are a little different… So are their kids…”
…
Moreau is unpacking a bulky item in Bess’s stall at the farm.
“Moreau, what are you doing, what is that you have?”
“Bess, I requested this from our navy friend. It is a military cot similar to the cots us humans used to sleep on during the expedition.”
“Why are you opening it in my stall?”
“I am sleeping here tonight and when I visit the farm, from now on.”
“Why don’t you sleep in the house? They seem like a nice family, and they have a big house.”
“That’s just it, they are nice, and I am not, so you have me as a stablemate, and I need your help for security, I can’t put them in danger. No matter how friendly they act, the company is still after me. I hope that me sleeping in here with you is okay, tell me if it is not.”
“I do appreciate your company. Stay with me as long as you like, but for rent I want you to read to me in the evenings.”
“Okay, but as my security guard, you kick my cot the instant you hear something rustling around outside at night.
I know you prey animals are alert ‘watch-beasts’.”
SCENE 5. RECOVERY.
The Iron Mountain settlement built a field hospital of tents, to accommodate the rescued and wounded beast-folk, although many remain in The Dungeon. These creatures were the few found alive from the cruel work crews during the times of the ‘new creature’ tribulation. Dr. Moreau, along with beast-folk medics on loan from the military training program, work to save as many lives as they can.
Moreau exits a tent on his way to another, stops, and turns to face the cold autumn wind, it will be winter soon and the patients can no longer be kept outside in tents.
Ernie and the town residents help as much as they can. A few of the beast-folk have built or restored family residences, apart from the bunk houses, as couples start their families, taking in the wounded that no longer require daily medical care, providing company, food, and even physical therapy for their wounded brethren, grateful that they did not have to go through that dreadful experience.
The miners have proposed a solution, move the patients into the mines once it is too cold outside. There are many mine shafts and galleries in parts of the mine that have been worked out and are no longer active. These areas will require new shoring to be safe from cave-ins, and electricity for heat and light.
The now famous, and always shirtless, large black Minotaur looks around at the tents, and smiles broadly at Moreau.
“We’ll have several galleries set up in the mines and ready for you to move in on Thursday.”
SCENE 6. CURSE.
Moreau has many worries about the health conditions of the beast-folk, but the most worrying is The Curse. As the beast-folk mature, developmental abnormalities, physical and mental, appear in some. Many afflictions are minor and can be corrected with physical or psychiatric therapy. But the cancers and the severe, paralyzing, epileptic seizures are beyond the reach of current medical science for the beasts.
Two of Moreau’s first three ‘new creatures’ suffer from The Curse. Lilac exhibits many symptoms of autism, but her active nature and her strength of will, has allowed her to mostly overcome the affliction by herself. But Timmy suffers from frequent epileptic seizures, severe enough that he cannot be placed in a vocation outside The Colony. Instead, he functions as an instructor there, teaching classes and helping others so afflicted, with physical therapy. But Moreau observes that Timmy’s condition is continuing to deteriorate, he does not have much time left.
Moreau estimates that ten percent of the beast-folk population suffers from The Curse, with one percent severe.
If I only had access to my research equipment at the company, I might be able to isolate the defective genome factors and correct them in future generations.
Scene 7. Redemption.
Moreau saves those he can, performing sad triage on those too far gone to expend their precious time and resources on. But the most chilling attitude of the work camp refuges is not their hopelessness, but their rage, hatred toward all humans. Many will not let Moreau touch them or even meet with them, so the beast-medics are exclusively the medical contacts for them.
Until one day when Ernie shows up at the medical tents with a large mature sheep-man, a ram, in toe.
“Moreau, I would like to introduce you to The Ram, the name by which he prefers to be addressed.”
Moreau looks up at the solemn, imposing figure, tall and wide, and dressed in a black cleric’s gown with a high collar. Although The Ram is middle-aged, he sports impressive horns, curled to the sides of his head, making him appear even larger. The Ram speaks in a slow, deep, bleating, bass voice.
“Dr. Moreau, you have given us beast-folk so much, you gave us this new life, and you continue to give to us, your children. Bah. I have come to you with an offer. Bah. Please let me adopt the hopeless cases and minister to the others, wounded so severely by their slavery experiences and abuse at the hands of cruel humans. Bah.
As you work to alleviate their physical pain, please let me try to relieve their spiritual pain. I wish for them all that their rage and hatred not be the last feeling they experience in their lives. Bah.”
Moreau nods to The Ram.
“You have an excellent suggestion, but the beast-folk hatred of humans goes deep, as they suffered so much. The last tent is where I have collected the most severe, and to me, the most hopeless. I may have made a mistake by collecting them together, as it is so obvious to them as to why.”
“Thank you, Dr. Moreau, for this opportunity. Bah. You are welcome to observe when you can. Bah. Exposure to an occasional human, especially to you, is to be part of their therapy, to eliminate the hate. Bah.”
Moreau turns to Ernie.
“Since this is your idea, please work with The Ram and provide any materials that he needs for his ministry.”
“The Ram has already given me a list of therapeutic food I am to prepare for his patients, his flock, at the farm.”
Therapeutic food? For his ‘flock’?
SCENE 8. COMPETITOR.
The Ice Berg Gang, and their newly acquired friends from Clean Genes, have taken the shortcut to their new anthropomorphic animals by producing human-lower-primate hybrids using the animals that are the closest living relatives to humans. These hybrids have both human and primate genomes and exhibit startling human, and superhuman, abilities, quickly leaning to read human languages and perform complex manual tasks. They can do anything a human can do, everything but speak. These new animals still can only gesture while vocalizing in hoots and grunts.
The Ice Berg Gang, has been busy achieving their ‘anthropomorphization’ project milestones, having achieved spectacular successes of their own. Unlike Moreau, they have been very public with their progress, holding frequent conferences displaying their new living products.
…
Aurora’s spy-bot android awakens in it hiding place, an Ice Berg Gang broom closet. She is acting on a specific request from Ernie and Moreau.
“You want me to bring you what? A sanitary napkin of a female hybrid and semen emissions from a male hybrid? Without becoming a ‘spare parts’ store for androids? I already experienced an ‘asynchronous disconnection’ in The Dungeon, it is quite an unpleasant sensation for me!”
…
Ernie and Moreau are once again parked out in front of the competitor’s factory, this time the car has two stern looking beast-men in the back seat, wolf-men.
“I hope the rumors are true and that you have the best noses in the business. These samples came to us at great cost. ‘Personal’ specimens of both an adult male hybrid and an adult female hybrid.”
Moreau pulls two large sample jars out of his large lecture briefcase. A wolf-man excitedly motions and speaks.
“Please don’t open those vials. I can smell them already. You’ll burn us out.”
The two beast-men quickly exit the car.
“I may be smelling the factory, let’s walk around the back, up wind. I think I smell something coming from over that way.”
They return to the car. Moreau as returned the samples to the trunk, into bags in the ice chest. The two wolf-men have their heads out the car’s rear windows as Ernie drives slowly through the town with their guidance. It is a comical scene and the group gets many stares.
“I hope we don’t cause any accidents from people staring at the wolf heads out the windows. At least we don’t have to do this in front of The Ice Berg Gang’s factory.”
The wolves quickly home in on a commercial business, a bakery.
One wolf exclaims.
“This is it! P-U.”
“You guys wait here for us.”
Moreau and Ernie enter the retail store door at the front of the bakery. A smiling elderly woman is behind the display cases filled with buns, bread, rolls, and the like. The back door into the preparation area is open, and workers can be seen preparing dough objects for baking in the large commercial ovens along one side.
Ernie spots a worker with characteristics that Aurora told them to watch for, a slumping gate, and a larger than normal spherical head, bald on top.
“Excuse me madam, we are private detectives on a case and we are seeking witnesses. I would like to speak to one of your staff. I know we are interrupting your day, so…”
Moreau pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and places it on the counter in front of the woman.
“And yes, we will pay your employee for his time and trouble too.”
“Please step this way. Watch out, the floor can be slippery.”
Moreau and Ernie start to walk toward the unusual looking worker, but she stops them.
“I am afraid that one cannot help you, as he is a mute.”
“If he can understand spoken language, and nod his head, he can help us.”
The humanoid creature looks up as the woman waves him over to join them.
“Do you have a room where we can sit and talk?”
The woman takes the group over to a side door, the break room.
“Would you mind if we speak to him alone for a few minutes?”
Ernie and Moreau sit down across the lunch table, they motion for the humanoid to also sit.
Moreau removes a pouch from his coat and opens it on the table and removes the rubber cork cap with a cotton swab on a short wooden stick from a long tube vial. He opens his mouth and rubs the cotton on the inside of his mouth cheek and returns the swab to the vial, then points to the chest of the humanoid figure, and opens his mouth, in a silent request for the humanoid to do the same. The humanoid is likely used to medical procedures and complies perfectly with Moreau’s request for a mouth swab and peacefully surrenders his genetic data.
Moreau then hands the figure an envelope containing currency. The figure carefully takes the envelope and nods, securing it into his pocket, and away from his master.
Ernie and Moreau meet the two wolf-men standing outside the car. Once again, the long nose points the direction.
“I smell another one, over there.”
Moreau shakes his head.
“Despite the murders, The Ice Berg Gang still has their creatures placed into jobs out in the town, unsupervised, and with no tracking devices. How can they assume these creatures are harmless when they know at least one of them committed a murder?”
The group is successful in retrieving four more genetic samples of the creatures.
Moreau runs the samples through his sensitive apparatus before surrendering them to the police for analysis. Their analysis eliminates the sampled group of creatures as suspects for the murders. However, the analysis confirms that the creatures are hybrids, a mixture of human and ape genomes.
The two policemen look at each other.
“We need to put out an order to round all these hybrid creatures up.”
“Hold off on that order, Lieutenant, it is not our intention to alarm the suspect. Wait until this case is solved and the perpetrator arrested. First, let's put our tracking dogs on the real police work.
Lieutenant, may we have samples of materials the murderer actually touched?”
SCENE 9. MONKEYSHINE.
The Ice Berg Gang has ‘perfected’ three species of their Primate Personal Assistants products. A small monkey version for light tools and arboreal tasks, a medium ape-chimpanzee for the human sized tasks of driving and operating factory equipment, and a large ape-gorilla, for manual labor on infrastructure projects and farms.
The Ice Berg Gang used genetic materials from apes and humans to create a ‘chimera’ animal human hybrid. A ‘chimera’ is a mythological animal made from the body parts of different animals. However, human-mice chimeras were developed in China for pharmaceutical research, and possibly for germ warfare. The technology was established despite the proscription against using human embryos for research or creating human animal hybrids.
More hybrids were quickly produced, as they usually breed true. A number of these ape hybrids were bread, raised and trained for their human replacement jobs. Beta sites were found, and these new apes were put to work. At first, all went well, then as the these three types of apes matured they all became more difficult to control, some even had to be destroyed.
Then they got loose. The Ice Berg Gang reviews the security video of one of the hybrids with a large key ring, calmly unlocking the gates of the other hybrids and instructing them on the use of firearms, taken from the hands of their murdered human guards. Hybrids without firearms are given iron bars to use as weapons.
They overwhelm the perimeter security of the factory and invade the town, murdering every human they encounter, for food and firearms. Occasionally, a human is kept alive, to rape.
No one knew where they were hiding.
Everyone is afraid of any ‘new’ animals, both the hybrids and the beast-folk are regarded as threats by the humans.
End of Chapter 16.