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A dog is man or woman's best friend or worse enemy...

A gang of mutts and their mistresses and masters fight against the elite society members that contains a set of thoroughbred canines with their mistresses and masters to the death, for it all.

CHAPTER ONE

02 months, 11 days, 01 hour, 04 minutes, 37 seconds...

Mountain peak location

Dark gray limestone rock and 90 feet waterfall

56 degrees Fahrenheit without rain

and bright moonlight and stars

01:04:37 hours/minutes/seconds (early, early morning)

In the middle section, on top of a mountain peak, in the cold air temperature, on a lovely moonlit night, the petite teenage girl of thirteen years old possesses a head of long black tinted hair, a pair of mint green tinted eyeballs, a tone of pale tinted skin and faces the vast landscape that consists of additional rock covered mountain peaks and a set of deep valleys of lakes, trees, grass, and wild animals. But she can see the landscape underneath a home-made face mask of green tinted tree leaves and bright orange colored flowers. The series of loose tree leaves and the orange tinted flowers are wrapped with a set of thin flowering green tinted vines that cover her entire skull as and a series of soft moans and groans come out from the slightly parted lips expressing fear, fright, terror, and horror.

Her petite body stands upright on top of the smooth rock surface of dark black at the height of 901 feet from the ground soil and is leaning into a strong upright tree limb that still holds an array of green tinted tree leaves, pink tinted tiny flower petals, and rough brown tinted tree bark that scratched into her naked body.

Her naked body is tied onto the upright tree limb with set of thick and strong yellow tinted plant vines, maybe with a few red and purple tinted insects still cling to the plant vine slowly crawling over her nakedness and as she continues to scream through the home-made face mask in a series of soft moans, while expressing fear, fright, terror, and horror.

Her throat is wrapped also and secures around the top of the tree limb with a set of the yellow tinted plant vines to prevent yelling in fear. Her two wrist bones are anchored behind her back spine and then crisscrosses behind the same tree limb with plant vines to prevent moving in fright. Her hips are secured around the same tree limb with the plan vines to prevent shifting in terror. Her legs are crisscrossed also and then ties directly around the same tree limb with the strong yellow tinted vines at the kneecaps to prevent falling down to the rock surface in panic. And finally, her two ankle bones are crisscrossed and then ties onto the lowest part of the upright tree limb with the yellow tinted plant vines to prevent escaping in horror.

Her petite naked body is secured thoroughly into the upright tree limb of leaves and pink tinted plants on top of a mountain peak of a moonlight night of cold temperatures exposing very little of her naked skin tone of glowing pale that has been wet coming out from the fresh water lake and which defeats the purpose of the trees leave decoration.

At the bottom of her cross-crossed ankle bones, a small dog rests on the top of her naked foot having been bound and then attaches to the same tree limb of green leaves and pink flower petals. The pet belongs to the petite thirteen-year-old teenage female. Her dog has been bound in a set of strong yellow tinted plant vines also that houses red and purple bugs also, wearing a tree bark face mask that covers both of the eyeballs, feeling confusion, angry, and fright. The short muzzle has been clamped shut and then tied with a set of yellow plant vines to prevent howling in distress. The set of front and the rear hind legs has been tied up with a set of plant vines to prevent from a panic escaping from its mistress.

Her dog is a mature female toy poodle of white fluffy softy hair and measures 10 inches in height and five pounds in weight while displaying a set of wet fur.

Her mistress can feel the soft and wet fur of her dog on top of her two naked feet as she cries and her dog whimpers with both fear and fright.

A few feet standing away from the petite thirteen-year-old teenage female, there is a second upright tree limb with the exact physical features of green tree leaves and pink tinted flowers which holds an upright short fourteen-year-old teenage male.

The male wears the same tree decoration similar to the teen female, possessing a head of long shoulder length brown tinted hair, a pair of aqua colored eyeballs, and a tone of dark tinted skin, in which, he faces the vast landscape, also, without seeing the bright rays of moonlight or the beautiful rugged mountain peaks or deep gorge of trees. He also has been bounded and tied very similar to the petite female onto the second upright tree limb while screaming with a set of parted lips into the rows of tree leaves that crowds his mouth and then slowly suffocates his shallow breathing.

His body is naked and securely tied at the same body points in yellow tinted plant vines and crawling insects on his own tree limb similar to the teen female while exposing very little exterior skin, which is wet and drying out from the cold air.

At the bottom of his individual tree limb and his pair of crisscrosses ankle bones, there is a bound and tied female dog.

His dog is a Dalmatian breed that measures 24 inches in height and weighs 68 pounds. It is a large breed dog in white wearing an array of unique black tinted spots over the fine coat.

The large body of the dog is entwined with a set of yellow plant vines, where both the front and rear legs are tied together. The skull has been wrapped in a thin set of green flowering vines that hold green tree leaves and purple colored flowers. The muzzle is closed shut by another set of thin green flowering vines. And, finally, the torso and hips are tied by a set of yellow tinted plant vines that rolls around the naked ankle bones of his master.

The mountain range consists of rugged wildness and wilder animals with individual mountain peak heights ranging from shortest of 800 feet upward toward 1,000 feet almost touching the clouds, spreading over two land-miles. In-between each mountain peak, there is a deep gorge that shows a valley that contains a single river, grove of trees, blooms of pretty wildflowers, and flowering and editable and non-editable low green and yellow tinted bush plants.

This particular mountain peak consists of solid gray limestone rock lifting into the skyline at 825 feet and displays a width of stone at 1,000 feet with a 90-foot waterfall dropping down from a natural slot on the side of the mountain coming from a series of hidden fresh water springs that is locked inside the mountain rock.

The mountain peak is cool during the warm daylight hours and cold during the moonlight rays due to the dark rock. The dark rock peak nicely blends into the rugged terrain of grove of trees, row of flowers, and low plant bushes. And the roaming and hunting groups of wild animals stay away from the solid rock mountain of gray limestone as a row of plant food does not grow on any sides of the hard rock.

On top of the peak, two hundred feet behind the first tree limb that contains the blinded and bound thirteen-year-old female, a tall slender-muscular middle-aged male stands upright with a stern face, wearing a dirty white shirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a pair of worn and unpolished tan colored cowboy boots, a head of shoulder length brown hair, a pair of brown tinted eyeballs, and a tone of pale tinted skin. He wears a wrist watch devise that glows in bright yellow tone near the parted lips and also points a photon weapon at the rear skull of the female with the other hand.

Across from the tall and slender middle-aged male, a taller, athletic male stands behind the rear skull of the teen male, wearing a dirty white shirt, a pair of dirty, ripped, and faded blue jeans, and a pair of worn brown tinted sandals. He possesses a bald skull, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark skull while holding a wrist watch devise near a sour frown, pointing a hand gun at the rear skull of the male with the other hand in silence.

Behind each male, there are rows of parked ships. Each ship is named a wing-ship, when the ship launches up from the surface into the air to hover with readiness and then extends out a pair of wings for swift air flight traveling anywhere in the sky. Each ship wears a bubble windshield that is made of special transparence glass, protecting the cockpit and the pilot, who steers the aircraft. The banana-shaped seat is made of smooth tinted silver alloy that hides in the daylight rays, where the pilot leans his entire body on top of the long bench seat, like a soft bed mattress, touching a pair of split handle bars for the flight maneuver. The bottom floor on the craft is a step floor that holds an individual foot for balance and operates the wing-ship.

There are rows of stationary and are powered down wing-ships that are watching the action also.

Between the two males, a petite adult female stands several feet and stares with a worried brow at the rear view of each tree limbs that glows from the array of moonlight beans. She wears a pair of cut-off blue jeans, a pair of red colored sneakers, and a dirty orange colored short sleeved shirt possessing a ponytail of red colored hair, a tone of pink-tinted skin, and a pair of violet colored eyeballs crossing both arms and shook her curls with a heavy heart.

Behind the female teen, the tall and slender male softly whispers down into the face of the wrist watch, which is a communication device for speech and data that only transmits to the other male with the second hand gun, "One. Two. Fire." His hand gun discharges a photon ion in the color of purple hue. The purple photon ion sails over the length of the open space and hits directly into the top of the upright tree limb quickly burning with a sizzling purple tinted fire through the fresh limb, slamming into the rows of green leaves, orange flower, her hair strands, and her bone skull producing a purple tinted fireball.

The taller and athletic male fires out a photon ion of dark blue about the same time, hitting the upper portion of second tree limb, burning through the tree bark, green tinted leaves, the orange tinted flowers, then the brown colored hair strands, and the bone skull of the fourteen-year-old male.

The teen female screams in agonizing pain coming from the burning purple tinted fireball that melts her hair strands and then curves around the vine viciously attacking her facial features, running the fire over the tree leaves and plant vines first. She smells the choking smoke and burning flesh, feeling the skin burn, peel and the melt off the face and the female violently tugs against the yellow tinted plant vines that continues to entrap the arms, the chest, the hips, the legs, and the ankle bones.

Down on top of her ankle bones, her Toy Poodle dog breed tears open one side on her mouth from the tree leaves and then loudly yelps in fright while violently jerking side to side on top of her naked feet in fear, without pulling free from the thick rows of yellow plants.

The teen male swallows some of the tree leaves down an open mouth, after yelling out loud in sizzling pain as the dark blue tinted fireball burns through his hair strands and attacks each facial feature exploding an eyeball into the air, melting down an earlobe and then peels off the cheekbone skin, burning into the top lip tissue. He coughs out the tree leaves and the screams in pain and as his voice echoes throughout the stillness of the peaceful night. He violently struggles side to side with hollering in fear while trying too ripe off the strong and thick plant vines from the rest of his limbs and legs without success.

His tied Dalmatian dog viciously rolls back and forth on top of his crossed ankle bones of its master and then finally breaks open the thin plant vines over the muzzle, howling in pain.

Behind the line of two standing males with a hand gun, the petite female continues to stand away for safety and then shuffles side to side in both angry and sadness, softly whispering to her eardrums only, staring at the growing bonfire that runs downwards each tree limb which holds an individual teenager. "No. No. This cannot be happening again. I can see it happening again. I can't believe this happening again. But it is. I can't explain this. Stop it! Please stop it! Hurry! Please hurry!"

Each male with the photon hand gun drops down the heated barrel and fires a second colorful photon ion directly into the pair of crisscrossed, tied wrist bones of each teenager.

The point of firing the photon ion into the rear skull is to quickly kill the teen, where her brain cells controls the rest of her biological body. Once the brain is dead, the teenager cannot feel any more terrible suffering pain as the rest of the upright tree limb and her tied body slowly burn with an array of colorful flames.

The purple fireball consumes the skull of female and as she is dead. Her bone skull tilts sideways and drops away from her body and the tree limb descending in an array of lavender colored flames, hitting the solid rock and then puffed into individual piles of sizzling rose tinted ashes.

The raging fire slowly moves down the throat painting the fire in an array of lavender and rose tint.

The white tinted Toy Poodle breed dog on top of her naked feet feels the heat coming from the purple tinted fire as each pile of sizzling ashes drops down burning a set of tiny red tinted patches on the white furry hair and delicate skin on the dog coming from the crawling flames of lavender and rose while yelping in pain and fear. The dog struggles in fear and rocks side to side and then forwards and backwards, without escaping in horror.

The dark blue fireball continues to eat through the bone skull of the dead teen male and then moves down to the throat. Then, the bone skull drops down in a plume of blue-green hue and landed on top of the smooth rock, rolling toward the edge and descends down through the air and below the valley of trees and plants.

The waterfall is positioned on the opposite side of the burning bodies, without contaminating the fresh water supply with the nasty human burnt body parts.

The Dalmatian howls in pain and rocks back and forth in terror as an array of falling hot ashes from the blue tinted fireball kills its master and continues to fall off and then drops down burning into the white tinted coat. The large breed dog jerks backwards from the ankle bones and then rips off one of the front legs from the rows of wrapped yellow tinted plant vines. His blood proteins gushes and rushes, spilling down over his torso, the gray rock, and the tied naked feet of its master. The dog continues to howl and rocks back and forth in agonizing pain.

Behind the two tree limbs, each male with the photon hand gun drops down the heated barrel and fires a third colorful photon ion directly into the bottom of the tree limb, hitting the tied ankle bones of each teenager.

The point of firing the photon ion into the bottom portion of the tree limb is to burn the tree limb and then entire body into a gigantic solid plume of colorful ashes that will drift away with the wind. The third photon ion creates a brilliant blazing fireball of colors on top of the dark mountain peak for only the nighttime stars to view.

The third photon ion burst immediately hits through the tree limb, the parted space of each leg between the teenage and then slams into the wrapped skull and blinds the eyeballs on their dog. No person wants to see a dog suffer and die.

This method is a quick death for the dog, that is really an innocent loving pet to a loser teenage.

On the first tree limb, the rose tinted burning torso on the teen female shifts sideways off balance from her sizzling pair of hip bones and then falls down toward the rock surface, dropping down on top of the healthy back spine of her alive and bound Toy Poodle. The fire consumes in fire all the white furry hair in pink hue as the helpless tiny poodle yelps in more pain burning through its tiny doggie body. The third purple tinted ion rapidly burns through the tree limb, one leg of her upright flaming human body and then the big pink colored fireball drops off and hits the blinded skull of her poodle.

Then, the entire body of the tiny Toy Poodle dog blazes in an array of pretty hues of lavender, rose, and pink colors in its final death.

On the second tree limb, the bluish-green burning torso on the teen male continues to smoke in green hue and burns through the thicker muscles of the human. The teen male has died already from the fire, but his Dalmatian continues to howl and struggle in pain with the numerous patches of burning fur.

The third dark blue photon ion burns through the tree limb, both of his legs, and hits the wide body of the dog, burning a hole through the rib cage.

The dog howls in agonizing pain as the two males continues to watch and stares with a stern face.

The petite adult female gasps in alarm and continues to stand in place shifting side to side in fury, staring at the burning dog, that is still alive and suffering in pain. She crosses both of her arms and whispers for her eardrums only, "No! No! Make this stop! Kill the dog! Kill the dog!"

The two males with a hand gun do not move or raise the weapon but watch with sadness and a heavy heart in silence at the two tree limbs of humans and the two burning dogs at the feet of each teen.

Blood flow coming from the broken front leg on the Dalmatian has robbed the dog of oxygen and strength as and he drops down a dizzy skull down onto the burning feet of its master. One of the meaty legs of the male breaks off and lands down on top of the back spike of the dog and as the dog does not stir possessing weak strong and continues to whimper in agonizing pain. Then, the yellowish-green torso of the dead male shifts sideways and falls down, landing down on top of the blinded skull of the Dalmatian, burning the other half of the large body into fire.

The blazing upright tree limb, the dead male teen body, and the burning large Dalmatian flame in a brilliant array of colors from bluish-green to blue too yellowish-green while lightning up the skyline.

The first tree limb with the female teen girl and her companion Toy Poodle dog are only an upright burning stick of in flames of rose and pink colored fire.

The tall and slender male sadly stares at each burning stick of pretty hue with a whisper for his eardrums only. "Another one gone..."

The petite adult female shifts side to side while shaking her curls, wiping off the tears sadness and then moves ahead toward the back spine of the first male and stops, standing at the nose profile of the tall and slender male, staring at the two blazing tree limbs of rose and green hue of color. "I don't understand any of this. The two teens should have been given a chance."

The tall and slender middle-aged male looks down and then powers down the photon gun for safety with a stern face. "Everyone gets a chance, one. We make no exception for any person or their dog."

The tall and athletic male slowly scoots over with a sigh and then stops, standing next to the female and the first male, looking down at his photon gun, switching it off, without seeing the female or the two burning bodies. He says with a stern face. "We do what we must do. Or the MUTT pack dies. And I wanna live to see many sunrises. I'm leaving here. I'll see everyone tomorrow morning." He spins around with a sigh and a heavy heart, slowly moving across the smooth rock, heading towards the rows of wing-ships.

The petite adult female continues to stand beside the middle-age male and stares with a sour frown at the two burning tree limbs, which glows in array of pretty hues, one in dull pink and the other in yellowish-green tone that once had contained a pair of human bodies and their individual dog with a soft sneer. "I hate it, when it is one or two of our own people and their pet dogs."

The middle-aged male exhales with a huff of sadness and angry, spinning around to face the edge of the peak, where a set of hidden steps runs flush with the smooth rock. He slowly moves ahead and leaves behind the female on top of the mountain peak, saying with a soft timber "Yeah. It's time to get and go to bed! Tomorrow is another busy day."

The female slowly spins around with a sad face and follows behind the back spine on the male. The male moves ahead and disappears from the rock surface, like the other male, moving down the hidden staircase that has been built down into the solid rock. She doesn't look back at the two blazing tree limbs of two individual burnt human and their canine remains of tissue, blood, and guts as she continues to eye witness the punishment of death procedure previously while feeling that she sees it again with a heavy heart and a sad mind.

Each upright tree limb slowly disintegrates into a series of individual plumes of cold gray ashes that blends into the night as the light breeze on the mountain peak slowly blows all the remnants of burnt tree bark, tree leaves, flower petal, two set of bones and tissues of each human and their dog away with wind.

Tomorrow morning, there will be no evidence of a burnt body or four individual life forms on top of the peak.

The edge of the mountain peak contains a series of chiseled out individual holes that are seven inches deep in the rock that nicely holds an individual tree limb, which is available for a long row of immediately death sentences. The pile of black ashes sizzles and then covers the two open holes, before the morning rain water clears out each hole and again sparks in gray limestone by sunrise in preparation for the next death sentence.

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Below the moon and the mountain range of dark limestone, on top of the forest floor, a nighttime active hunting team slowly scoots around each tree trunk and low plant bush while searching for the next prey.

A tall black haired sixteen-year-old female teen stops with a smile and then spins around with a giggle, holding a home-made bow and arrow in one hand, pointing up with the free hand at the mountain peak, which is her home. "Look at that over in the bright moonlight! Is that a falling star coming down from the skyline? Does the star land on top of the mountain peak?"

Some of the members of the hunting party stops in place and spins around with a gasp to see the two burning sticks of flames.

One of the adult females in the hunting party exhales with sadness while staring at the twin blazing fireballs on top of the mountain peak, which is her home, also. "No! That is not a falling star. It is one of the wing-ships launching off from the mountain peak."

The tall brow-haired, fifteen-year-old male teen stops with a gasp and spins around with a confused brow, staring at two separate colorful fireballs that continues to burn on top of the rock coated mountain peak. "A pair of wing-ships has launched off from the mountain. Why would one of the twin sky patrols leave so late into the night? Usually, everyone is asleep at this time of the evening."

The tall black-haired, sixteen-year-old female smiles at the two bonfires. "It's so pretty. The bright burn of one of the wing-ship glows in purple then lavender then rose and finally into pink. The other burn of the second wing-ship illuminates in dark blue, bluish-green, a bright green, and finally a neon greenish-yellow. I didn't know that the burn on a wing-ship was so pretty."

The tall brown-haired fifteen-year-old teen male frowns at the two fireballs that are slowly burning down into ashes. "Everything is pretty to a girl, not a guy."

The male leader of the hunting team spins around and stares at the two fireballs with a stern face. "Let's go, kids! I wanna a plate of fresh cooked wild boar meat for breakfast tomorrow, if we don't scurry through the grove of trees and then rendezvous with wild pigs."

A short blonde-haired, eleven-year-old young boy spins around from the mountain peak and faces the thick green forest that peaked through the moon rays with a smile, "Yeah, me, too! I love boar meat. I wanna shoot the mammal, when we spot it..."

"Then, we eat it," the leader of the hunting team swings away from the mountain peak with a laugh and slowly scoots around the trees and low bushes with a grin. "If you don't keep your voice turned down soft and your feet in a continuous movement behind me, then you'll be eating another cold dish of yesterday's deer meat."

The tall brown-haired fifteen-year-old teen male spins around with a grin and slowly scoots around the terrain of trees, plants, and flowers dashing ahead of the others with a laugh, running by the leader and led the hunting team for the new meal. "Yes sir!"
CHAPTER TWO

Five hours later....

Battlefield situation

White Sandy Peninsula location

(southern edge, continent Authority)

95 degrees Fahrenheit and bright sunlight

06:06:06 hours/minutes/seconds (early morning)

The landscape is known as the White Sandy Peninsula, which is located on the southern edge of a large continent, that is called Authority, displaying miles and miles of flat and smooth tiny bits of green tinted grass without scattered rows or huddles of additional green tinted wildflowers or plant bushes.

The grass leans over and kisses the pale blue ocean waters in the mouth of the shallow lagoon. The bright sunlight is blinding for a pair of naked human eyeballs. The weather forecast is hot, without a single drop of rain for the rest of the day, until the evening hours, when the air temperatures slowly drops down to 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

In the close distance, a row of semi-crooked wooden yachts sails over the smooth salty ocean and then halts in the ocean waves. On the opposite side, an array of broken lines of upright bodies continues to stand and contains a MUTT, who watched each Autocrat wooden yacht. Each yacht deck displays a huddle of upright Autocrat fighters, who wears a colorful photon suit also for protection.

Standing several yards from the pale blue beach shoreline, she squats down in the soil and then leans over, grinning into the face. Her friend reveals a set of white tinted fangs that exhibits an array of dripping red tinted fresh blood as the dog curls her lips into a snarly smile back at her mistress, without a spoken word.

This gesture honors her dog with a good job.

The tempo on the beach scene shifts quickly. She lives moment by moment immediately becoming aware of the dynamic environment around her mistress and her own furry body. Existence influences her primal mind while surviving with her mistress for another day of breathing and the next vicious fight. Through the eyes of the canine, her mistress is the object of affection and love as the environment altered both of their realities.

The Newfoundland dog possesses a pair of webbed feet, a water resistant coat when swimming in sea water, standing at 28 inches in height and weighs 140 pounds of pure black hairy fur. The canine had been bred to help haul up a fish net of seafood for a fisherman at sea and also rescue dying people from drowning. This particular Newfoundland female breed is named, Molt.

Today, Molt, the big, bad, and strong Newfoundland dog had not been rescuing, but hunting. The last kill prey had been an angry-looking mouth-drooling white fluffy-coated Eskimo dog breed that stood 19 inches and weighed 35 pounds. The Eskimo dog possesses high intelligence and rapid acceleration dashing ahead from the shallow water with a low growl towards its newest enemy canine, Molt.

During the vicious fang to fang battle, Molt is fearless racing ahead with a lower growl and then halts, mouth drooling down onto the shorter canine. He possesses a strong work ethic of killing, needed lots of exercise after the kill, and uses lots of mental stimulation while selecting the right section of the shorter dog for the kill shot. He slides into a stop and then leans down with an open mouth of fangs, slicing down into the withers of the Eskimo breed, snapping the shoulder blades in half and then lifts up half the body of dead dog as blood proteins, bone fragments, and lung tissue drops down into the shallow waters. Then Molt shakes his doggie body side to side and tosses the dead corpse into the face of its growling master.

Then, the master of the Eskimo dog attacks the dog and finally kills by the fangs of Molt while painting a red tinted snarl, when Molt had smiles with love at her mistress.

On top of the grass soil, her dog mistress is named Modish, who is queen-sized female of sexy curves, a head of long black hair that matches her dog's fur, a pair of aqua-colored eyeballs, and a tone of pale skin.

The crystal gem stone earring on her left earlobe of Modish sounds with a tiny voice coming from the lead commander on the battlefield of green grass. "MUTTs, form up and assemble for the second wave of attacks! Here comes the enemy!"

Modish slowly stands upright and spins around to see the beautiful healthy grass wiping off the sweat from the pale tinted forehead and the long black colored hair from earlobe. She reaches over and taps a crystal earring with a sneer at the new development. The vacuum energy coming from the crystal earring gathers up all the surrounding natural sunlight around and between her upright biological causing a chemical reaction. Then, the energy swiftly interacts with her personal body heat temperature, creating both a vertical and a horizontal vibration shield. The visual vibration shield surrounds her body while producing a photon suit in the color of mint green. The mint green tinted photon suit is really an electromagnetic field, where an electromagnetic wave and an array of individual radiation particles engulfs the body without harming the human female, since the frequency is too low for any bodily damage.

She continues to stand in place and stares into the ocean waves softly whistling with her distinct voice three times into the air.

The Newfoundland dog continues to sit and stays in place staring into the ocean waters also, reaching up and scratched a matching crystal gem stone on top of her left ear flap. A red tinted photon suit forms and then surrounds the dog with its own body doggie protection suit also. The dog swiftly stands upright from the grass with a sneer beside her mistress and watches the action over the ocean waves.

On top of the placid pale blue ocean waters, an Autocrat fleet of mismatched small sailing yachts swiftly soars over the smooth waves underneath the bright sunlight and then crashes down into the shoreline of shallow water. An array of upright bodies paints in a colorful photon suit also jumps off each wooden deck and soars down into the salt water as each photon suit modifies into the color of red hue. Each Autocrat fighter dashes ahead with a sneer blasting a photon discharge down toward the grass and at the array of broken lines that contains an individual MUTT.

The entire shoreline is protected with an array of broken rows of MUTTs. Each MUTT soldier wears a protective photon suit of colored hue and races ahead with a sneer firing off the matching ions from an individual photon gun at the huddle of enemies, Autocrats.

Molt races ahead of the other pack dogs on her row with Modish lagging behind, still wearing the red tinted photon suit while glowing in the bright sunlight and then leaps into the air with a sneer. She crashes down into the ocean water slamming into an upright Autocrat female fighter that wears a color of bright red also, deactivating her photon suit which exposes her delicate human flesh and hidden tender human bones. The doggy collision also causes Molt's photon suit to deactivate and exposes his black furry body, as well, but Molt doesn't care one bit.

Each photon suit is based on the heat exchange between the body and the sunlight. If the human body possesses a low amount of heat, then the photon suit exhibits a lower amount of energy particles, as well.

On the electromagnetic spectrum, the highest energy field is the color of purple. The lowest hue within any energy field is the color of red.

In the shallow ocean water, Molt reaches up on both of her hind legs with her tall dog body and grabs one of the flinging arms on the Autocrat female fighter, jerking backwards with force through the water while ripping off the arm limb at the shoulder joint. The Autocrat female fighter cries out in pain and then swiftly slides down into the heated water. The dog spits out the loose and bloody arm, bouncing over the waves, attacking her wet grounded body and slices a mouth of fangs into her face as she yells in terror and then eventually stopped yelling and permanently died in the water.

The Irish Wolfhound breed dog wears a purple tinted photon suit, unlike its owner, and then leaps into the air coming off the wooden deck of the next sailing yacht of white hue, landing on the back spine of Molt and as the purple tinted photon suit deactivates and then reveals the natural cream colored coat of the wolf hound.

Molt and her wolfhound companion drops down into the shallow water of pale blue, twirling over and over again while snapping a mouth of fangs and breathing gulps of air for survival. The dog is not a fish. However, Molt is a Newfoundland breed dog that loves water and loves more to kill any type of annoyant that bothered her tail, like this Irish Wolfhound dog. Molt rolls a back spine from the wall and then jerks backward on both hind legs out from the water with a snarl of white fangs. The ocean water washes off the blood stains from the Autocrat human female.

Molt leaps up from the water with her powerful hind legs and hovers in the air for a half-a-second as the Wolfhound rolls away ocean wave breathing a puff of oxygen molecules. Gravity prevails again. Molt slams down and then lands between the slender rib cage of Irish Wolfhound breed, reaching down, cutting into the exposed chest cavity and tore out the pumping heart of the wolf hound. The Wolfhound breed moans in a soft death as the ocean water covers the dead dog.

Molt spits out the bloody heart organ and slowly back steps from the dead dog and bloody red ocean waves while looking up to survey the new scenery.

Modish continues to race ahead toward the shoreline with a sneer and halts beside the first grounded Autocrat, aiming the barrel of the photon gun and then kills the suffering fool into a silent death. Each mutt dog has done a good job today, attacking and then eliminating each one of the annoying Autocrat fighters and their Autocrat dogs. Modish halts with a set of deep breathes watching each small yacht torch into a high plume of heat and colorful flames. The ocean's strong riptide will carry each burnt yacht across the long channel, dragging each burnt wooden down into the depths of the ocean or marooning each piece of wasted wood onto one of the numerous isolated ocean islands. The rip tide is the natural guardian and protector of the White Sandy Peninsula keeping its secret and its population hidden from the Authority.

The battle fight has been another small victory in the eyeballs of each MUTT, but Modish feels differently sad and deeply worried.

Molt spins around from the ocean water with dripping mouth drool and dashes back to her mistress, sitting down at the feet of Modish with a soft bark of contentment.

Modish squats down and reaches out, hugging the massive doggie skull, pulling back with a smile and then rubs her wet dog with giggles of love. "You're nothing but a great, big, loveable stuffed teddy bear toy, who is intelligent and aims to please. I'm happy too that the battle is done for the day. Now, let's go and ran off your adrenal rush, before we head back home for a plate of supper and some dry clothes," Modish swiftly stands upright with a grin and races ahead with a smile at full speed towards the innocent green grass at the edge of the mountain range as her companion dog Molt dashes ahead of his mistress with a wiggling tail and takes the lead from Modish with the fun race while exhausting all of her doggy energy with her mistress.

A Newfoundland breed dog should never be left alone for a long period of time or be banished into the backyard or stored inside the home kennel. The Newfoundland breed enjoys different peoples, sights, sounds, and experiences of socialization, even when the mammal is being attacked by an Autocrat.

On top of the white sand grains which is painted in red blood, pink guts, and white bone fragments, a tall and athletic olive tinted male, possessing a head of brown hair, a pair of brown eyes, is named Graft. He slowly moves around the grass that wears a red blanket of blood and a pink blanket of torn out internal guts of each dead Autocrat and some fellow dead MUTT soldiers with his yellow tinted female boxer breed, who is named Ghost. His Boxer dog breed stands upright in height at 23 inches and weighs at 56 pounds.

He stops with a stern face and aims the photon barrel of the gun at the runaway dog, a dark tan colored pug. The pug is a wrinkly, short-muzzled face, and a curled tail of light tone weighting in at 13 pounds with a height of 13 inches also. The pug has survived the battle, but not its master.

The White Sandy Peninsula is a harsh place of death for all living beings. Over the centuries, the sea storms and the living peoples had devastated the terrain leaving behind only a fine plot of grass. If a living being is left behind on top of the heated peninsula, the life form will slowly starve to death from the lack of food or drown in the rouge waves while swimming with a sad end of suffering.

Graft doesn't want the lonely and scared animal to suffer as he cannot take the war survivor with him heading back to the MUTT refuge hideout, since his female companion Ghost will not like it and will enjoy killing the new tiny prey. Ghost stands beside her master with a soft growl at the curled tail of the scared pug while desiring the blood kill. Graft says to the dog with a soft mumble. "Easy, Ghost! I am doing the job today. Then, we go home and get some supper," he fired the photon ion. The blue tinted ion races a few feet above the grass and over a set of dead bodies, slamming into one of the running hind legs of the pug. The impact of the blue fireball sends the tiny pug into a tumble rolling side to side over the grass and then finally halts, resting on its stomach with yells of pain. The photon ion quickly gobbles up the exterior skin coat and then the bones and the flesh of the pug as it dies in a flame of blue tinted fire in silence.

Graft drops the gun down and slams into the blue tinted photon suit leg with a sigh of sadness. He loves life and wants to become happy again. He had been very happy with a wife and two young sons, before the Autocrat army. He watches the blue fireball burn down into the green grass. The pug is dead and gone from a vile world of violent and hate. He actually envies the dead dog.

Graft slowly spins around with a sad face from the water and the pile of burnt ashes, moving across the soil while scouting for another runaway dog or a survivor of a suffering Autocrat as his job is to quickly eliminate both in mercy and speed.

He halts with a gasp of alarm and then dashes ahead over the ground with a hiss. Ghost runs beside Graft with a soft bark at the object. He slides down into the grass and halts in front of the body, reaching out, touching her wet face with a worried whisper, "Sortie!"

Sortie is a tall and pale skinned female with a head of red hair and a heart of gold, resting on top of the wet grass on her back spine. Her leg is bent in a crooked pose to the side and as red blood proteins spilled over the soil. She grunts in pain while spitting out mouth blood into the air, "Graft, I'm glad it is you that found me! Kill me!" Her yellow tinted Labrador retriever dog is unharmed and named Sot resting a skull across the non-wounded chest of her mistress Sortie while the dog softly moaned in pain also.

Graft tosses the photon gun down into the grass and leans down with a set of tears into the red face of Sortie with a whisper. "No! No! I love you, Sortie. We're to be married next week as a new husband and wife. You're too young to die like me. You're only thirty years old like me. I can carry your broken and bloody body back to the..."

"No!" Sortie continues to rest on top of the grass and then coughs up blood from her parted lips and as she gags in pain with a set of shallow breathes. "My injured leg cannot heal even with our sophisticated medical technology. The wound is too deep. I have lost too much blood. One of the Auto-rats is a good shot with his photon gun. Kill me, Graft! I'm doing to die before I can reach Refuge inside my solar wing-ship. I refuse to let Sot suffer and die with me."

Graft sobs with tears of sadness. "I can't do this."

She coughs and then gags with a bloody sneer. "You must, Graft! You know as much as I know. Do the right thing now! I doesn't want Sot to suffer as I die from my leg wound."

He sobs with more tears. "Sortie..."

She exhales with a set of pained breathes and a bloody sneer at her fiancé. "Stop this, Graft! This is war with the Authority, not with you or my dog Sot. You..." she gags on her mouth blood and reaches over patting the skull on Sot. "You promise me to kill the rest of the Auto-rats for me."

He reaches over and pats the skull of Sot with a sad face. Sot does not move and continues to softly moan in pain also. He whispers with a nod. "Sortie, I love you."

She coughs and then gags on the mouth blood. "I love you, Graft. Since I have lived there within the Refuge, you have been the 'bestest' man to me, besides my friend Sot. So, kill Sot, first!"

"But..." he gasps in alarm.

She coughs up blood. "I know that. You know that. But Sot, she doesn't know that or deserve this. Kill Sot, right now, Graft! I'm slowly fading away from this life and you. The sunlight is turning in blackness," she closes the two eyelashes while feeling more pain, barely inhaling a set of oxygen molecules.

Graft leans back from a dying Sortie and reaches over with a set of tears and a stern face, grabbing for his photon gun. "Ghost, move away from me!" The Boxer breed dog obeys and stands upright from the ground and the side of its master, swiftly back stepping, scooting away from the dying female and the uninjured dog and then halts while staring with a confused brow at the terrible scene. Graft leans forward and aims the warm barrel into the eardrum of the Labrador Retriever dog breed. The dog doesn't move a paw or bit with a fang or stir from the chest of her dying mistress while continuing to softly groan in pain. He presses the trigger.

The blue tinted ion enters into the eardrum and flies through the brain of the dog, burning all the neurons in heated fire. The dog does not move from the chest of her mistress and closes both of the eyelashes while softly whimpering into a sad and silent death.

Sortie swiftly jolts her dying body up and down in pain on top of the soil, in a fit of body seizures for two seconds while screaming out loud in torment and tosses both of her arms in the air while feeling the burning fire. Her arms drop down over the ground and as she finally exhales a final sour breath of her sorry life holding a pair of open eyelashes. She stares into the blinding light without pain.

Graft exhales and then inhales with his deep sadness, slowly standing upright from the grass and the dead body of his love Sortie with loneliness, spinning around with numbness, and moves ahead toward the ship with a soft whisper. "Come, Ghost!"

Ghost slowly moves ahead and then halts, leaning down to sniff each still body, feeling the coldness of death. She spins around with a soft bark and dashes ahead, padding beside her master Graft.

He reaches down and pats her skull feeling his found love and lost love while slowly moving toward the hidden array of wing-ships inside the thick grove of the island's shaggy pine forest.
CHAPTER THREE

Two hours later.....

Den (MUTT refuge location)

Cold temperatures with cloudy sky and bright sunlight

Mountain range (southeastern location on continent)

13:13:13 hours/minutes/seconds (early afternoon)

Cave room setting

with MUTT human male Icky and his mutt Greyhound breed dog Ibean

The entrance point of the Den is a round-shaped mouth inside a hollow tree that always is covered in an array of green tinted bushes plus biting insects. Once inside the hollow tree base, there is a set of winding wooden steps that leads into the middle of the ancient tree trunk, where a new bridge of dark stone stands. The crooked pathway with the dark stone leads into the various depths of an ancient mountain.

On the third floor of the ancient mountain, a group of people gathers inside a tiny room, which has been illuminated, with an array of side artificial lamps. Each person sits down on top of the cool hard floor of tan colored rock and beside a dog. Each personal age ranges from six years old to one hundred and six years old. Each dog represents one of various breeds from sporting dogs to hunting dogs to show dogs to leisure dogs.

A tall, slender-muscular, middle-aged male stands upright in front of the tan colored cave wall with a smile, wearing a clean, short sleeved, white-colored shirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a pair of worn but polished tan colored cowboy boots, a head of shoulder length brown hair, a pair of brown tinted eyeballs, and a tone of pale tinted skin, slapping the chest with a nod. "Hello! My name is Icky." The captured audience inside the tiny conference room sounds with laughter or moans with humor. He reaches down with a laugh and then pats the furry skull of a sitting, well-behaved Greyhound dog breed.

His Greyhound breed dog displays a tall body frame with a pair of skinny legs for racing with a black and white coat weighting at 80 pounds with a height of 27 feet. A Greyhound breed dog possesses an affectionate, intelligent, gently, athletic, quiet, and even-tempered doggie personality.

Icky continues to smile and pat his dog. "And this is my companion and my friend and my partner, who is named Ibean. Welcome to each person and their dog! Each one of you is sitting here inside cool-looking and cold-feeling cavern, because you have been rescued escaping from the city of Authority."

The tiny young boy of ten years old with a head of blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a face of tears sits on the front row between a set of young children and then softly mumbles his words while leaning over with a sad face, patting the red tinted Welsh Corgi breed dog.

His Welsh Corgi dog measures with a weight of 30 pounds and a height of 12 inches. A Welsh Corgi breed dog possesses a playful, bold, outgoing, protective, friendly and tenacious doggie personality.

The young body continues to pet his dog and stares with a worried brow at Icky. "I don't understand this. What did I do wrong, sir? I used to live with my family and my dog in one of the city-providences within the happy land of Authority. Now, I don't have my family members or my friends anymore, but I have my dog. Her name is Peacock. Peacock and I doesn't know what's going to happen to us now."

Icky nods his bone skull. "Yes, I know, and I understand, too. It has been two months, eleven days, thirteen hours, thirteen minutes, thirteen seconds, since the beginning of the MUTT Wars." He tosses both of his arms in the air with a smile. "Listen up to all!" He slams both hands back down onto his legs with a nod. "First, you are safe here at the Den in the mountains. Second, you must change your 'real' name into a fun-loving name, like mine, which is Icky. Third, you must also change your dog's name, which I have changed into Ibean. You are performing this small minor task, so the group of roaming Autocrats from Authority will not find you here or anywhere else on the continent, because each one of you has been identified as a MUTT. The word, MUTT, stands for Mammal Unknown To TECH. As we as know, the word, TECH, stands for Technology Enhancement Communication Hub, where TECH is a set of numerous spy cameras in your house, in your school, in your store, in your office, in your park, and everywhere that you go that records your every word, your every motion, and your every action by order of the Autocrats. Now, the hard part is over. Let's start on the side wall and introduce your 'newly created' name to all your 'new' friends..."
CHAPTER FOUR

Four minutes later.....

Authority Headquarters building

(868 miles, north, from White Sandy Peninsular)

Hologram room setting

13:19:05 hours/minutes/seconds (early afternoon)

Cool sunrays and cloudy sky

First Daughter Gladino and her Poodle breed dog Buddy

First Sister Soni and her Maltese breed dog Butterfly

First Brother Adim and his dachshund dog Dandelion

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature pincher dog Sparky

Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire terrier dog Yum-Yum

Third Daughter Wana and her Bichon Frise dog Precious

Third Brother Vollen and his Pomerania dog Biscuit

Third Sister Prig and her Chihuahua dog Tater

A city of flat peach tinted rock stone that comes from the numerous rock quarries inside a long mountain range on the southern end of the small continent appears in dull hue underneath both the sunlight and moonlight. Miles of pretty rock stone creates a flat surface for casually strolling from your house towards your working job or walking your companion dog for fresh air. However, the flat surface of dull peach tinted stones does not feel the naked human foot or naked mammal paw, only the heated air from each flying carriage. No human body walks on top of the rock stone. No dog trots upon the rock stone either.

Around the huge city of Authority and also the name of the small continent, the earlier settlers did not seem to exhibit any type of higher intelligence other than plowing the fields for food stuffs and playing with the local wild wolf puppies.

A winding mountain range consisting of short, tall, flat or woody summit peaks surrounds the only civilized city place that contains miles of shade trees, fruit plants, wildflower pods, wilder animals, and numerous river waters, in which the river water streams feeds every fresh water well inside each Authority house for drinking and bathing water.

On the northern end of the city, a wide, tall rectangular-shaped building hugs the forestland and stands twenty-five stories in the air and below the clouds. Two-thirds of the building displays solid tan-colored stone walls that do not view the rays of sunlight or moonlight or a single twinkling outer space star. One-third of the structure displays an array of wide, tall twinkling solid glass windows that houses the ruler of Authority, the First Family.

No other human or canine has never seen the apartment home of the First Family that starts on the eighteen floor and rises to the rooftop of the building. And no other human or canine ever will as long as Gladino is the ruler of Authority.

On top of the plain, tan-colored, rectangular structure, in the middle of the rooftop, a square-shaped structure stands with a single wall but a solid ceiling which holds a gigantic black-tinted, iron-coated bell. The bell had been constructed and then mounted in celebration of the newly elected First Family, by the population of Authority, which had occurred 350 years ago.

Back then and presently now, the gigantic bell slowly rocks back and forth without sound, until fifteen minutes after the hour, producing a deep resonating hum that sounds like a tormented she-ghost, echoing throughout the air waves. Some of the citizens enjoy the low baritone hum. The other citizens ignore it. Each canine does not hear the low hum at 30 hertz of sound.

The frequency of 30 hertz is an insanely low for man and beast, not a machine. A man with a low timber produces a talking or singing voice at 80 hertz.

In the same area, on the perpendicular side of the Headquarters building, tucked into the forestland, a glass-coated, triangular-shaped building houses all of the Enforcer members that enforces the laws throughout the city of Authority.

Across from the Enforcer structure, a circular building in smooth pink tinted stone with a flat rooftop that holds an array of short and tall antennas which access the numerous outer space satellites for world communications. The structure employs each Recorder, who works to record the beauty of nature and citizen life here at Authority with awesome hologram technology that is preserved for centuries.

On the other side of the three buildings, the stone walkway ends and exhibits hundreds of feet of manicured grass in green hue for parks with picnic tables and playground equipment for children and canines.

At the end of the manicured park, columns of individual houses present a home for an individual family unit plus the set of companion dogs. Each house plot compasses one acre of fertile land for the children and companion dogs plus a flower, vegetable, and fruit garden.

Each house displays two stories of family and bedroom space rooms in beige color, without character or expense. On each side of the last column, a short mountain range stands and blocks the ocean waters from bad weather patterns and protects the citizens of Authority. The mountain range is free space for a citizen and their companion dog to visit and play keeping back the group of wild animals also.

Miles of individual residential homes flow downward towards the southern end on the small continent slamming into the horizontal crop fields, where food stuff and livestock animals are grown, harvested, and then eaten by both the citizen and their companion dog. The farmers are citizens of Authority too but are not ordered by the ruler of Authority. Else, no citizen or companion dog will receive food stuff. The government allows the farm community independence and solo decisions over their farmland and their farmsteads.

The Farmlands property land backs into the winding mountain range that surrounds the outskirts of the continent, where a series of tall mountain summit peaks guard the lush forestland, marshes, rivers, and all of the wild animals. The land is grown wild and free goading any citizen or companion dog to venture into the wild wildness, for a dare or death.

Over the winding mountain range, a sandy beach of white sand grains appears without a single building or a single citizen or a single dog and glitters like a bag of diamonds in the bright sizzling hot and heated sunrays, even under the humid nighttime sky. The sandy beach kisses the ocean waters that lead towards the southern horizon and more continents, if one dares to dream and then fly away in a stolen wing-ship.

Inside the rectangular building of Authority Headquarters, a slow-moving parade of floating one-seated, bubble-glass carriages in black hue slowly flies in the air down a long empty hallway of tan colored rock stone coming from the matching and enclosed throne room of First Daughter Gladino, the present ruler of the city and continent of Authority.

Each individual carriage contains an Autocrat human that rules numerous provinces by a majority vote, with an election, from the population, within the Authority continent. Each Autocrat sits on top of a thickly padded seat that is attached to a second seat, which is slightly lowered in height. Inside the smaller seat, there is a small dog. Each carriage floats into a new and empty room and scoots around halting in front of one of the squared-sized, empty, tan stoned walls. In the middle of the empty floor of tan stones, a colorful hologram appears, showing a new landscape coming from a violent event, six hours prior.

The flat land is colored in a green tinted, short grass blades, without scattered rows or huddles of additional green tinted wildflowers or tall or short colorful plant bushes.

In the close distance, a row of semi-crooked wooden yachts soars through the air waves and then halts in the bright daylight sky, dropping down, parking on top of the smooth salty ocean waves.

On the opposite side, an array of broken lines of upright bodies continues to stand in a red-tinted photon fight suit and contains a MUTT human warrior, who watches each Autocrat wooden yacht.

Each yacht deck displays a huddle of upright Autocrat human soldiers, who wear a colorful photon-suit also for protection.

Inside the hologram room, in one of the numerous stationary carriages around a curved wall of solid black, the young male is named Second Brother Hox, possessing a head of tan colored long shoulder length hair, a pair of dark eyes, a tone of tan tinted skin, and a black colored goatee. He wears a tan-colored suit with a short jacket and a pair of matching trousers, sitting beside a small seat that holds his matching tan colored Pekingese breed dog with a black tinted muzzle.

The Pekingese breed dog is seven inches in height and weighs ten pounds and is named Bugger. The dog possesses an affectionate, stubborn, aggressive, intelligent, opinionated, and good-natured doggie personality.

Bugger quietly sits on top of the black tinted pillow with a pink tinted licking a wet nose. Hox smiles at the hologram. "Where do the MUTT people originally come from, First Daughter Gladino?"

Inside her own station carriage against the curved black wall, the young lady is named Second Sister Bishee and displays a tone of tan skin, a pair of dark eyes, and a head of golden blonde hair. There is a set of gathered hair on top of her skull that is tied with a tiny red bow which matched her Toy Yorkshire Terrier dog breed.

The dog is name is Yum-Yum. Yum-Yum is a small breed dog that stands six inches and weighs seven pounds wearing a section of golden hair on top of the dog's skull. The section is tied with a red bow that matches her mistress. A Yorkshire Terrier breed dog has a bold, intelligent, confident, and impendent doggie personality.

Bishee dresses in a short romper of bright red that matched her hair bow and a pair of matching thigh-high boots, pointing with a confused brow at the hologram. "What type of clothing piece is each one of our group of bold and brave Autocrat fighters wearing on an upright body? Is that a new fashionable jumpsuit? I want one. I was not told about the newest fashion craze."

In his own stationary carriage, the young male is called Second Son Taxe displaying a head of light blue hair, a tone of tan colored skin, and a pair of dark eyes and wears a light blue sleeveless vest and pair of matching trousers, sitting beside a small seat that held a sleepy blue tinted Miniature Pincher breed dog, who is named Sparky.

His Miniature Pincher dog breed weights eight pounds and is eleven inches in height with a doggie personality of playfulness, outgoing, responsive, friendly, energetic, and cleverness traits.

Spark continues to sleep on top of the soft pillow of white. Taxe reaches over with a smile and pats the skull of the dog. "Sparky and I know the answer to that question. It is a called photon suit."

Inside her own stationary carriage on the opposite side of the wall of solid black tint, the young female is named Third Sister Prig and wears a body tone of black tinted skin, a pair of black tinted eyeballs, and a face of pale white. However, her pair of eye sockets is surrounded with a black mask which matched her tiny Chihuahua breed dog's tiny face. She is dresses in a one-piece solid pink jumpsuit with a pair of black tinted long fingernails and a pair of red tinted lips.

Her Chihuahua breed dog displays a solid black coat with a black tinted mask around the two eyeballs with a white tinted mouth and lips. His name is Tater and measures in height at six inches and weighs four pounds. A Chihuahua breed dog possesses a devoted, lively, courageous, alert, and quick doggie personality.

Tater wears a pink tinted sweater over its naked body. She smiles at Gladino through the colorful fighting sequence on the active hologram recording from the other side of the room. "This Autocrat battle occurred three hours ago. Why does it take so long to reach the headquarters building, First Daughter Gladino? We should be viewing the battle live with blood and gory flying into the air waves all over the hologram floor," she giggles with fun.

In his stationary carriage, the young male is named Third Brother Vollen wearing a long gown of black and orange tinted fabric patches that matched his head of long hair down to the collar bone that is tinted in orange and black patches also, a tone of black skin, and a pair of brown eyes sat beside his matching black and orange colored Pomeranian dog. The dog's name is Biscuit.

Biscuit is a small bred dog that is eight inches in height and weights five pounds. A Pomeranian breed dog displays a playful, intelligent, friendly, sociable, active, and extroverted doggie personality.

Vollen smiles. "The photon suit is nothing but a vibration of the sunrays and the body heat. If you swim in the ocean waters, you will encounter a wave. An ocean wave is a disturbance in the field resulting from a vibration coming from the water and the earth's crust."

On the hologram floor, two rows of MUTT soldiers and Autocrat soldiers had collided and then fought on the edge of the grass inside the shallow blue tinted water that is slowly morphing into a hue of bright red hue tint while spilling tons of blood proteins coming from each killed or wounded soldiers.

A big and black tinted dog raced ahead of the other dogs wearing a red tinted photon suit and then leaped into air, attacking the upright body of Autocrat fighter that wore a protective blue tinted photon suit on top of the wooden deck of the yacht with vengeance, rage, and then a final victory of blood and guts.

Inside the hologram meeting room, Second Sister Bishee gasps with alarm and then points at the hologram with confusion. "What is the canine breed which shows that big black colored dog?"

Taxe smiles with a nod at the vicious attack on the colorful hologram that also exhibits blood and gory of each kill prey by the dog and the warrior. "The breed is known as a Newfoundland dog. The mammal really is a sweet dog, who loves all small young and innocent children. The dog is naturally gentle and friendly with children as well as protective. The Newfoundland really is a natural-born babysitter..."

"A natural-born killer, you mean to clarify," Vollen laughs with a grin. "That large and strong dog grabbed and then jerked the arm right off our young Autocrat fighter."

Second Son Taxe smiles at the hologram. "Have we located the well-hidden MUTT Refuge base yet, First Daughter Gladino?"

Third Sister Prig points with a giggle at the floor hologram. "Yes, it is there on the hologram."

Second Brother Hox frowns, "No, stupid Autocrat Prig! That is a hologram. Yes, it is the favorite battleground arena for the MUTT pack of vicious people to kill each and every one of our bold and brave Autocrat fighters. Why are the MUTT people stronger than us, First Daughter Gladino?"

In her own stationary carriage, the young female is named Third Daughter Wana wearing a tone of pale glowing skin of white, a pair of blue eyes, and a head of round-shaped hair of white hue that matched her dog. She wears a short dress of solid white with a pair of flat shoes and sits beside a small seat that held a Bichon Frise.

Her dog is named Precious. Her Bichon Frise has a solid white furry coat without pattern with a skull of rounded mop of furry hair measuring 10 inches in height and weighs 12 pounds. A Bichon Frise possesses a playful, affectionate, gentle, feisty, cheerful, and sensitive doggie personality

Third Daughter Wana grins. "One scientific answer, since I am a scientific woman. The particular dog breed has a perfect bond with its owner which is not prone to worry or even panic, when the mammal is sent into battle to kill by their owner also. A tiny little lap dog is quite anxious and can be very destructive with all the doggie performances of barking, whining, chewing, and otherwise causing mayhem. These breeds do best when the owner loves and cares for the animal like a member of the Autocrat family."

On the hologram floor, a set of colorful photon ions coming from an individual MUTT hand gun discharged and then slapped into each sailing yacht creating a chemical reaction that displayed high colorful explosive plumes in bright red, dull blue, and yellow tinted of heated fire.

Each anchored sailing yacht started drifting away from the grassy shoreline or slowly sinking down into the pale blue ocean waters in damage and defeat.

Third Daughter Wana continues to sit and stares at the hologram while patting the leg of Precious without perturbing the mop of hair that surrounded the doggie skull. She continues to smile and stares through the colorful and interactive recorded hologram at Gladino. "What else does each Autocrat desire to tattle to the group after the newest battle that had occurred a few hours ago today?"

Second Brother Hox huffs with annoyance at the hologram. "You mean to say: the newest defeat to the Authority. Who is winning the MUTT War, First Daughter Gladino?"

Third Brother Vollen nods at the hologram. "I would say something like this. A row of mutt dogs greatly exhibits a high degree of non-sensitivity, independent thinking, and vicious assertiveness to its owner while violently destroying our sea fleet of fighters. The best match for a dog is a matching owner that likes to kill."

"I have heard enough of the silly comments for the afternoon." First Daughter Gladino scans each silly tinted face that comes from a common touch of genetic altercation, which matches the silly lap dog, sneering with a sour frown. "I am looking for the solution to kill the rest of the MUTT pack and finally end the MUTT War that has been raging and raping our population and our property for two months, since the first day of my inauguration. Does another Autocrat have an additional comment, complain, or compliment?"

"I like your word-row that starts with the letter of C, First Daughter." Third Brother Vollen winks with a chuckle at Gladino sitting beside Biscuit, his Pomerania dog. His wedded mate Uri is not allowed to attend the Autocrat meeting as he is at the work job this afternoon.

Third Sister Prig smiles at Gladino. "I like your new white colored circular hat on top of your black tinted skull that hides your pair of sad eyeballs and shows an open hole that exhibits your ponytail, Gladino. And your slicked-back ponytail works well for stretching out all these ugly set of worry wrinkles as First Daughter of the Authority."

Gladino reaches over and slaps the button on the console of the carriage chair. Her individual carriage floats up from the floor and then slowly spins around to face the open archway without a set of doors that can damage the machine and the mistress. She floats ahead with a sneer without seeing each Autocrat. "Then the Autocrat meeting is dismissed, until the next Autocrat battle."

Third Daughter Wana smiles with a soft chuckle. "When will the next Autocrat battle be held and where will be located, First Daughter Gladino? I wanna tell my scientists to watch the vile and poor performance of the Autocrat fighters?"

Second Brother Hox frowns. "You're a typical nasty Autocrat, Wana."

Wana nods with a smile. "Yes, I am a typical nasty Autocrat, like you, Second Brother Hox," she laughs again.

Inside the hologram room, each individual carriage powers up with soft buzzing sound and then floats up from the smooth tile, spinning to face the open archway of the hologram room, slowing sailing through the air in a straight line. The carriage is both long and wide holding an individual Autocrat and the side seat that holds a single dog. So, each floating carriage travels through the hallway in a straight row.

First Daughter Gladino floats first in a new parade of hovering carriages and wears a white tinted short dress with a matching round-shaped hat that exposed the rear of her skull and her long black tinted ponytail, and a pair of gloves. She is always required to touch the naked hand of a worker or an elite that always set her stomach muscles into a nauseating tone of mouth burps without the green tinted vomit. Her pair of white tinted, silk-lined, wrist gloves un-nauseated her delicate stomach muscles. Gladino is the leader of the Autocrats and the elected leader of the Authority moving out from the hologram room, working on the daily job for the population.

Authority is a world of people that have been birthed, lives and then dies here on the same continent and who also loves to the point of worship a canine dog. Each citizen eats, works, and plays with their personal dog, since the first hour of birth.

When Gladino had been birthed twenty-four years ago coming from the body of her biological mother, at the same time, a mama dog gave birth to a pack of newborn puppies. A male baby poodle puppy had been selected and then assigned to Gladino inside the nursery ward of her hometown medical center.

The parents of Gladino possesses an individual male poodle breed dog also.

First, the poodle puppy had lived and was fed by its mother dog, until the age of eight weeks. Then, the poodle puppy came to live at the home of newborn Gladino.

Gladino and her male poodle puppy lived in the same bed and grew up together, eating the food meals at the same time. Well, the baby puppy required more food than Gladino. Gladino attended her local hometown school building and participated in other outdoor activities similar to her fellow students with their assigned dogs also.

Her Standard Poodle breed canine is coated in black silky hair over all the body, like her mistress Gladino. Gladino possesses a tone of black tinted skin, a head of black colored hair, and a pair of violet tinted eyeballs on a tall and slender body frame.

Her Poodle breed dog measures 14 inches in height and weighs 50 pounds. A poodle breed dog possesses an intelligent, trainable, faithful, instinctual, alert, and active doggie personality.

A walking or trotting mature dog beside the leg of an owner is a natural occurrence in the world of Authority.

Each baby puppy travels on top of a floating carriage as a young mammal moving beside the young owner, if the owner is a child also. When the puppy grew bigger, taller, and older, the young dog walks beside the leg of the owner everywhere on foot. Thus, the population of Authority is some of the strongest, healthiest, and smartest people in the world, who also lives to become one hundred years old with a touch of extreme good luck.

To date, Gladino has never experienced a violent act coming from a vile citizen while growing up as a young child into a conservative teen and finally a mature young adult within the world of Authority. Authority is a peaceful and kind society to one and all. Each and every citizen is nice and friendly to one and all, as well. And each citizen loves their dog and their neighbor and their neighbor's dog also.

Every puppy receives love and kindness. Each dog receives doggie training with a young owner, where the dog obeys the faint or loud or mellow or monotone or sweet voice from its owner also. This is the secret of a well-behaved and loved dog.

The population of Authority elects a new leader every three years to oversee each business operation. Authority is large continent that provides commerce to a set of unseen outsiders throughout the planet. So, an Authority family is elected to serve the population, the property, and the private business entities conducting business, keeping the economy healthy and viable.

The historical biological family of Gladino has proven to be a very effective leader within the world of Authority. Her family tree holds the first leader of Authority coming from previous decades ago as twenty-four years old Gladino is the fifth generation leader of the population.

However, her young and tender leadership has been threatened with the commencement of the MUTT War.

Gladino cannot explain, understand, or comprehend how the silly MUTT War had started. It had started one night with a series of riots of screams and then murders of numerous peoples, mostly Autocrat people. Then Gladino is a leader of war, not peace.

One hour later, at 14:22:52 hours/minutes/seconds (mid-afternoon), inside the main hallway setting, First Daughter Gladino slowly performs a putt-putt and guides her carriage with her companion Poodle dog Buddy on top of a second padded seat of black velveteen. Buddy is a male but wears a white short tutu around the torso like a female which deeply entertains Gladino. She continues to guide down a long hallway within the Authority headquarters building. The two-story building is ancient, which had been constructed decades ago, based on the Authority academic dairies.

As the leader of Authority, she resides on the second floor of headquarters building looking out for trouble, signaling the other Autocrats.

The population of Authority also elects a "Second Family" that enforces all the laws and maintains continuous peace and justice throughout the land. And a Third Family is elected to oversee all the new scientific experiments and developments that provides monetary income or merchandise to Authority and the people.

The "Second Family" is known as a set of vicious enforcers that resides and also works inside a second three-story building that is diagonally located besides the Headquarters Building. The "Third Family" is known as a team of smart scientists that live and work inside a five-story building on the opposite side of the headquarters building.

Each elected "Family" is collectively known as the Autocrats as they automatically service an autocratic society of population, people, and properties. Or the elected "Family" will not be re-elected to serve the people for the next three annuals.

Inside the inner hallway of the Authority headquarters, the first carriage with First Daughter Gladino slows down the speed and gently turns sailing down an empty hallway of gray tinted stone that designates her private office space. Two other floating carriages follows behind the black tinted chrome bumper of Gladino.

The rest of the parade of floating Autocrat carriages silently moves down the inner hallway and then parks the carriage at open archway, exiting the headquarters building for the work day inside the assigned work building.

On the side hallway, Gladino continues to lead down the gray stone, where each wall does not display a window or a piece of art work or a portrait of the past leader's face. She halts at the end of the hallway and faces a solid wall, parking the carriage on top of the stone with a stern face and a slight jolt to her body inside the machine. She kills the engine power and then slides off the seat, standing in front of the gray solid wall with a smile as her tall and black tinted standard male poodle Buddy leaps off its seat and dashes around the front of the carriage, stopping and sat beside the leg of her mistress, staring at the face of the solid gray wall also.

First Sister Soni is the second born sister sibling in the family and inherits the title of "First Sister" in the new leadership family. She continues to pilot a second individual carriage following behind her older sister Gladino, stopping and parks her carriage behind the chrome bumper of the first carriage. The width of the two ancient stone walls is too narrow to park a carriage side by side without damaging the stone rocks.

Soni is twenty something years of age and appears like her sister in weight and height, only. She has genetically alternated her natural black tinted hair strands and wears a head of long white tinted hair, where a set of long forehead bangs on top of the hair roots has been dyed into black hue and tied into a tiny upright stick of hair like an upside ponytail with a green bow. She wears an ankle-length evening gown of solid white silk that matches the white silky coat of her Maltese dog.

On the side, a small seat held a sitting Maltese breed dog, that is named Butterfly. Her Maltese dog breed measures in ten inches in height and weighs 8.8 pounds. The dog is a tiny toy breed that is covered in head to foot with a long, silky white hair that covers every inch of the canine including the four tiny paws. A Maltese possesses a playful, affectionate, lively, docile, fearless doggie personality.

Butterfly possesses an upright ponytail of black hair strand that is tied a solid green bow like her mistress sniffing the air currents with curiosity and without a yelp.

Soni is married to a male, who is named Nalls, who would never be assigned an Authority title and cannot attend any official Authority meeting, unless it is for a social fun purpose.

Today, the meeting is not a social, but a special purpose.

Soni reaches over with a smile and grabs Butterfly cuddling her Maltese dog into her underarm, carefully sliding down the seat with a puzzled brow and stands in place, patting her skull of her silky dog. She turns and scans an empty hallway of gray stone. The solid wall intersects the hallway, where a carriage can turn to the left direction or the right direction. At the end of each hallway, there is a single office space. The left side holds the single office space for First Daughter Gladino. The right side houses a single office space, where First Sister and First Brother shares the work space.

First Brother Adim halts his carriage and poses behind the chrome bumper of his older sister Soni. He is the real brother of older sister Gladino also and has inherited the title of "First Brother" within the new leadership family. When the population elects a new leader, the entire biological family become known as the "First Family" along with all of their biological related siblings and their spouses, but not including an unmarried mate or would-be dating boyfriend or girlfriend.

Adim reaches over with a smile and pats the soft furry skull on his dachshund. "Good girl, Dandelion!"

His Dachshund dog breed is a short-legged, long-bodied dog of solid chocolate hue weighting twenty pounds with a height of nine inches. A dachshund dog breed possesses a playful, devoted, stubborn, lively, courageous, and clever doggie personality.

Adim grabs onto the thick belly of the dog and slides sideways off the seat, tucking the god underneath the armpit with care, standing on top of the gray stone with a sour frown of confusion but in silence while watching his older sister Gladino. Adim possesses a skin tone of chocolate coated skin like his dog, wearing a pair of brown tinted walking shorts, a set of brown tinted comfortable worn sandals, and a matching brown tinted sleeveless vest, displaying a bald skull like his dog and a pair of dark eyeballs, like his dog, also. He is taller than his two sisters and the baby sibling of the family, but the smartest.

In the world of Authority, the social structure is split between the workers and the elites. The workers include a working citizen that holds a working job to live for food, water, and shelter plus fun activities, such like, an enforcer, a scientist, a teacher, a preacher, a seamstress, and other working professional positions.

The elites consist of the current elected officer by the group of workers that keeps the economy flowing with working jobs and buying merchandise, such as, food, clothes, shelter, dogs, and electronic toys.

A long time ago, one of the elected officers within the First Family had playfully decided to alter their physical appearance to mimic their personal dog. The entertaining act had been for amusement, but the fade had caught on quickly with all the other elected officers adjusting an appearance like their individual dog, where a set of wealthier workers copied the same entertaining act for amusement and fun. Then, the fade became the thing to do for reorganization and prestige within the world of Authority.

A young pup or a mature dog is never altered, only the silly owner, where the hair, the eyeballs, the skin tone, and the style of dress would match their assigned dog.

A young pup usually is assigned to the young infant that matched the parents. But sometimes, the parents would select a different breed of dog for some silly purpose.

So, each elected officer always alters their physician appearance, before taking the oath of the elected office, if not adjusted before.

On top of the rough stone floor, Gladino wobbles side to side with a giggle and then slowly paces in a sideway direction moving away from her parked carriage with a grin, counting with a set of moving lips in silent, while facing a solid wall of gray stone. She stops at the magical mathematical number, where she had received the information from her mother, when she had served as the First Daughter and then retired as the former leader of the land of Authority.

Gladino squats down on top of the rough stone. Her solid black colored poodle Buddy stops and stands a few feet away from the back spine on Gladino. Gladino leans over, placing her five fingertips down into an individual exposed dented groove on top of the uneven and rough stone rock. The stone floor had been built with a series of individual uneven rock that possessed waves of indentations, grooves, and dips, where a flat shoe sole could easily trip and fall down onto the rough floor. The floor surface had been built with that method for a specific Authority purpose.

Gladino feels the rumble of the uneven stone and then swiftly stands upright from the stone, scooting backwards with a smile, standing next to Buddy. She reaches down and gently pats his fluffy hair on the soft skull with a giggle.

Her sister and brother both turn to face Gladino and moves ahead with a puzzled brow toting an individual dog away from the parked carriage and then swiftly trip over each uneven stone floor, balancing upright with a gasp. Each sibling halts and wobbles over an uneven stone and then stares down at the moving floor with a sour frown while holding their dog with safety and protection.

First Brother Admin continues to wobble side over side over the uneven stone staring with a confused brow down at the floor, slowly lowering his dog down to the floor. His black tinted Dachshund dog with a set of four short legs and four paws silently stands stationary beside his leg while scanning the room, looking for the loud noise. Admin swiftly stands upright and then wobbles to the side balancing upright with both arms with a sneer down at the moving floor. "What are you doing over there, Gladino? This is a stone floor which is made of tons of heavy uneven rocks. Why is the stone floor moving at all? I did not know that the solid rock floor could move."

The gigantic individual gray stone continues to move backwards and then rumbles with a louder tone as each dog looks up to see the gray tinted stone ceiling and howls with confusion and worry.

"Quiet your dogs!" Gladino squats down and hugs her solid black tinted poodle Buddy, staring down with a smile at the moving slab of gray that is revealing an opening. "This is the normal process. I'm going to show you something very important."

The individual rolling gray tinted stone halts with a loud snap as the hallway becomes silence. On top of the gray stone floor, there is a new opening that is flush with the floor. The opening leads down into the basement setting within the Authority Headquarters building.

Soni continues to wobble side to side on top of the uneven stone and studies the moving floor and the opening with a smile, holding her Maltese dog Butterfly. "Is that a hole in the floor?"

Adim continues to stand in place and points down with a sneer at the floor. "It is an opening down in the floor with a purpose. Where does the opening lead, Gladino?"

Gladino stands upright with a smile and advances ahead over the uneven rock with great care in her heeled shoes. Her poodle Buddy follows behind her mistress. Gladino stops at the edge of the floor and then slowly climbs down a white tinted staircase of steps with a chuckle. "This is the basement of the building."

Adim reaches down and lifts the Dandelion dog into his armpit, standing upright with a puzzled brow, staring down at the opening on the floor. He slowly moves ahead and wobbles side to side over the uneven floor. "How does you know about this place, this basement, Gladino?"

Gladino moves down the staircase of slick and steep steps and then her rear hat and her rear skull both disappear from the stone floor. "The building is ancient. Years ago, when the planet is more volatile, the weather patterns produced an array of hurricanes on the edge of the continent and then a series of deadly tornados throughout this part of the city. So, each citizen would hide out down here during the severe storm warnings. Our great grandmother knew about this place as the leader of Authority during the bad weather. He told our grandmother. Our mother told me."

Adim slowly follows behind Gladino, without allowing Dandelion on top of the steep staircase that veers down below the ground into a sub-level within a darkened room.

First Sister Soni slowly moves ahead and totes Butterfly with a confused brow, easing down the steep stairs. She does not allow her Maltese to walk down the slick and steep staircase either. "Our mother didn't bother to tell us."

Adim carefully moves down the slick staircase of solid black tinted rock with a sour frown. "The basement is used for only for a tone of bad weather. Why are we here going down into the basement? There is not a touch of bad weather in the day's forecast, Gladino."

Gladino carefully moves down each step in her heeled shoes. Buddy quickly races down on his four steady dog paws with happiness and then stops, standing upright on top of the hard surface. He swiftly twirls around and around in a circle on both hind legs as his white tutu of diamonds and tulle glitters underneath a set of dull artificial lamps on the rock-coated dark stone ceiling. First Daughter Gladino climbs down with a lady sneer. "There is a constant storm over the skies of Authority and my hair roots coming from that annoying war."

First Brother Adim continues to carefully move down the steps with a laugh. "I can't argue with that statement."

First Sister Soni continues to move down the staircase with a soft giggle at her older and perturbs her older sister, moving ahead towards the basement setting.

The basement space engulfs half of the foundation in the headquarters building and is composed of dark brown rock that had been roughly chiseled into a lousy square-shape that formed two slightly curvy line rather than two straight upright walls slamming into the center of the room. The matching brown tinted ceiling had been molded with an array of pointy stiletto downward sharp rock points that barely missed the top of each set of hair roots, where the room had been created with danger and intrigue. The forward wall is composed of some type of dark shiny material which glitters underneath the row of artificial lamps on the ceiling.

Gladino stomps down the last step and then slowly moves away from the rock-coated staircase. Buddy stops his dance with a silly grin and then drops down on all four paws, walking beside his mistress. A poodle possesses an intelligent mind and is faithful to its owner while displaying an instinctive, alert, and active personality.

Gladino and Buddy lead her two siblings and their dogs ahead advancing toward an upright male, who stands at the wall corner inside the basement room. She stops with a wink and leans over, quickly hugging the tall male with black skin tone and a head of long, long black hair strands that flows down to his back spine. She pulls back with a grin and slides sideways with a chuckle to see her two siblings. "This is our second cousin. His name is Lippy. Lippy greatly desires to become a famous scientist, so I have requested his profession work services here down in the basement working on my personal scientific experiment."

Lippy hugs his cousin Gladino and stares with a grin at his two other blood cousins in silence wearing a blue colored laboratory coat over a pair of white tinted jeans, a red short sleeved shirt and a pair of blue tinted walking sandals that exhibits his black tinted naked toes.

Buddy stands upright on four legs beside her mistress but stares at the wall corner prancing side to side in place with happiness.

Adim exits off the staircase and slowly advances ahead, holding Dandelion, giving a puzzled brow and a nod at the familiar male. "I know Lippy, Gladino. What type of scientific experiment? What are you doing or working on down here in the darkness, Gladino?"

Soni moves off the staircase and moves ahead, stopping beside Adim. "Hello, Lippy! Where's your dog?"

Lippy points toward the opposite wall corner with a smile. The wall corner holds a row of tall and small sized colorful dog houses, where any invited dog can stay and visit with Lippy. Inside the middle row of the largest green colored dog house, an Afghan hound of golden blonde rests on the floor with its forehead long hair parted, flowing down one side of the face with a single eyeball of dark brown. She tilts a skull at the group of visiting dogs. His Afghan hound measures 29 inches in height and weighs 50 pounds. An Afghan hound possesses a happy, clownish, aloof and dignified personality.

He nods with a grin. "Go and make a new friend with Shee-shee! She likes to play and act goofy. Wait out! Shee-Shee likes to sit on top of the smaller dogs."

Gladino squats down and leans over, hugging her standard poodle Buddy, whispering with a grin. "Go and play with Shee-Shee, Buddy! We are going to be here awhile. Then after our fun, we will go home and eat lunch." Buddy races ahead with a soft yelp and stopped, standing in front of Shee-Shee, twirling around and around in a circle with happiness.

Shee-Shee continues to sit inside her throne doggie house and reaches out sniffing the air waves while recognizing the familiar odor. Gladino and Buddy had been visiting Lippy and Shee-Shee down inside the basement room for several months.

Shee-Shee slowly stands upright inside the tall dog house and moves ahead, stopping, sniffing on Buddy.

Adim squats down with a smile and then lowers his dachshund on top of the smooth with a whisper. "Playtime, Dandelion! Go and beat up that ugly Afghan hound with all four of your paws!"

Dandelion yelps in a tiny voice and then dashes ahead while sorta leaps in the air and then down over the smooth floor, racing to the long legs of Buddy and Shee-Shee. A Dachshund possesses a personality that is playful, devoted, stubborn, lively, courageous and clever. Dandelion stops and then stares at the rotating long legs of Buddy with a set of tiny yelps of fun as Buddy continues to twirl around in a circle over the floor impressing his girlfriend Shee-Shee.

Soni drops down to the floor and slowly lowers Butterfly onto the smooth rock with a smile. "Go ahead and make new friends, Butterfly! You know Buddy and Dandelion. They are nice. Go and meet Shee-Shee!"

Her Maltese slowly pads over the smooth floor and then stops, sliding down into a red tinted medium-sized dog house, spinning around to watch the three dogs play fight. A Maltese dog is playful, affectionate, docile, fearless, and easygoing with a sweet personality. Butterfly sits down on top of the cool metal without a yelp or growl.

Gladino stands upright with a smile and reaches back slapping the rear wall with a chuckle. "Show my two siblings your scientific experiment, Lippy!"

Lippy spins around and stands in front of a thin long table of brown tinted metal, not natural rock. He reaches down and taps on the small brown tinted metal box that holds a row of buttons and a column of levers. The brown tinted wall brightens into light exhibiting an enclosed room similar in height and width of a private sleeping bedroom that is behind a solid glass transparence wall.

Soni dashes ahead and slams into the glass wall, halting with a gasp of alarm, placing both hands on the glass, "Holy mercy! What are you doing down here, Gladino?"

Adim swiftly moves ahead with a confused brow and then stops, leaning a face into the glass wall with an angry tone. "Shut up, Sino! What is that enclosed place in here, Lippy? What does all of it mean, Gladino?"

The first glass window is enclosed around an interior room, which had been chiseled out into a semi-square shape with an array of bright artificial lamps on top of the rock ceiling. The illuminate room measures 20 feet in length by 20 feet in wide and by 20 feet in height. The other three rock-coated walls and the rock-coated ceiling shows the same hard brown rock. Inside the middle of the room, there are two separate silver tinted metal tables which are ten feet apart from each other.

On top of one naked hard cold-plated silver-tinted metal table, there is a naked female, who is curled into a tight ball, without a blanket, and is asleep, without seeing the new set of visitors that is staring down at her. The short and skinny but extremely healthy female wears a head of long sandy blonde hair, a tone of light skin, and a pair of brown eyeballs.

On the second naked silver metal table, there is a curled up Boston Terrier breed dog, who is asleep also. Her Boston terrier dog measures 16 inches in height and 18 pounds in weight with a possessing a coat of black short hair with white markings on the chest, the neck, and the two front legs. A Boston terrier dog displays a friendly, lively, and intelligent doggie personality.

Outside the first glass window, Sino gasps in shock. "Who is that girl? Why is she being kept here?"

Adim stares with a sneer into the glass window at the single female and her Boston Terrier companion dog. "It is obvious to me. This captured female young girl is not a devoted Autocrat. So, she must be one of those MUTTs. I had heard a set of whispered rumors that we had captured a few MUTTs from one of the previous fights. Where are the rest of the MUTTs, Gladino? Does the tinted wall contain more MUTTs? What is the purpose here, Gladino?"

Gladino leans into the glass wall with a worried brow. "You are so correct, Adim. This female had been captured, during the First Campaign, on top of the beach soil of grass, which had played out six months ago. She had been left behind with a serious injury to her chest and a broken leg. One of the drones found her injured body in the shallow ocean water, where one of the MUTTs had missed her life form."

"Unbelievable!" Soni continues to study the female and her dog with a sour frown. "The MUTTs are nothing but a vile and vicious pack of monsters. They don't leave behind their wounded soldiers; they murder each one of them. I have seen that on the hologram, when we receive the final film of the battle after three long hours. Why do we receive the battle film, after the battle?"

"Shut up, Sino!" Adim exhales with annoyance at his sister.

Gladino exhales. "One of the surviving MUTTs now will murder each one of their wounded soldiers that rest on top of the heated soil, so we cannot capture and then torment them with our fun and their location of the secret hiding place. Before the wounded MUTT is executed, each wounded MUTT survived and then died in the heat of the bright sunlight."

Adim exhales with concern. "What have you been doing with the MUTT female for six months? She looks very healthy and alive to me."

Gladino exhales with a worried brow. "You are very observant, Adim. I have been experimenting with her body, using all of Lippy's smart neurons. She had been injured six months ago and then brought here, staying inside the underground basement inside this enclosed cage. She had been treated with our modern-day medicines and fed with food as her serious wounds healed. Actually, she had been sedated and sleeping for long periods of time as her wounds healed. Recently, about a month ago, she is able to move about and walk around the room..."

"Why are you wasting my valuable time, Gladino?" Soni frowns.

"Shut up, Sino!" Adim frowns at the caged female. "What about her dog? Her dog looks healthy, too."

Gladino smiles. "Yes, her dog had not been injured during the battle but rested beside her in the water when the drone had found him. I had both mammals transported here for my new scientific experiment."

"Why doesn't you kill the dog? It's just a dog." Sino frowns.

Adim frowns. "Every citizen owns and loves their dog, since birth, which is like having a baby. It would be heartless to kill her dog which had been with the female for decades and decades, unless you murdered the both of them together which happens in real life, Sino."

Gladino smiles. "Adim is correct. And if I had killed the dog, the female would not cooperate with my scientific experiment."

Sino laughs. "What is your scientific experiment? Or are you are having fun caging each recued MUTT with their mutt dog inside an enclosed cage with your sick humor, Gladino?"

Gladino exhales at the female and her dog. "I will let Lippy explain his scientific procedure and the final conclusion."

Lippy continues to stand in front of the short metal table with the control box and stares at the female. "The female subject had been seriously injured after being brought here."

"Gladino nods." Soni frowns through the glass window.

Lippy continues. "The female subject required much rest, sleep, food, and medicines with her injuries."

"Gladino said that also." Soni frowns.

Lippy continues. "Her dog is not injured during the battle or when the drone lifted the mammal from the ocean waters to bring here."

"Gladino said that too." Soni frowns.

Adim frowns. "Why doesn't you contact one of the scientists from the Third Family, Gladino? A scientist is a trained profession in medicine, science, and body injuries, who would quickly assess and treat and fix the situation."

Gladino laughs. "Adim is a dimwit, now. Do you trust any member of the Third Family?"

Adim laughs. "No."

Gladino grins. "I do not, either. Therefore, I wanted to conduct my own personal scientific experiment without the aid of the Third Family of snobby scientists. Tell them the final conclusion, Lippy!"

Lippy exhales. "The female subject fully recovered from her injuries and is very healthy state while resting comfortable inside her new environment. She continues to eat food and curse at me through the glass window when awake.

Adim laughs. "I'm so glad to hear that."

Lippy frowns. "During the experimental stage, the female subject is kept quiet and slightly sedated to observe and record the progress of each healing injury. However, her Boston terrier dog had not been injured. So, I revived the dog from the deep slumber to keep its mistress company and maybe speed up the healing process of the female. Instead, I found my conclusion both this strange and odd. The Boston Terrier dog does not move or stir or slid off the smaller table but continues to rest on top of the naked table while softly moaning in a tiny yelping dog voice."

Adim laughs. "That is not strange or odd, Flippy! A dog is actually more of a super being on the planet rather than the strongest man in the world. A dog possesses superior senses that include excellent vision, super hearing, super sense of smell, a super sense of taste with its nose and paws making it super sensitive with its personal owners. The dog understood its doggie super senses that her mistress is very, very sick and then is moaning in shock, pain, and worry. That is normal doggie behavior, Flippy! My personal dog Dandelion gets very upset also beside me, if I become mad or angry at Gladino," he chuckles.

Lippy gasps at the glass window and points with a stern face down at the sleeping dog. "No! The dog does not exhibit a set of normal doggie behavior. And I understand dogs as I had owned one, since bright. That Boston terrier dog does not move or bark or stir or get off the table. Usually, a dog will dash and then rest right beside its master, if the master is ill or sick or dying of something. That dog does not do that."

Sino nods. "Then the Boston terrier does not like its female owner. That mean female must have kicked or punched or harmed her dog, because any dog loves their mistress. But, sometimes, the owner doesn't love the dog back with affection and respect and care."

Adim nods. "That is another excellent observation coming from another dog lover, like me, Soni."

Lippy exhales. "No! You're not listening to me or understanding my words. That Boston terrier does not move and then also peed and pooped on its medical table like...like it is sick also."

Adim exhales. "You're not a trained scientist, Flippy! I'm done viewing your prisoner, Gladino. You should release her from your pretend cage-cell-prison."

Sino sneers. "You should kill the MUTT female, Gladino. Why would you kept and then train a MUTT for some wicked fun or sick amusement?"

Adim nods. "You should release the female MUTT, since her family is MUTT also. And we both know that a pack of mysterious MUTTs is roaming around Authority while looking for more MUTTs."

Soni gasps. "How does you know that? Where does you hear that?"

Adim smiles. "I have connections in low places and lower people, too, Soni."

Gladino exhales with worry. "I'm not releasing her or her dog."

Soni frowns. "I wanna see the female. Is she really dead? Is this experiment really done with a dead body? Make her move around the room!"

Lippy reaches down with a chuckle and presses a button on the small metal console. Inside the enclosed cage, an invisible but smelly mist hisses, without an audible sound, coming back into the basement space.

Inside the basement space, Soni frowns through the clear glass window at the female subject. "Did you do something, Lippy? What did you do, Lippy? I didn't see anything happening in there."

Lippy continues to smile and stares at the female. "I released an invisible mist that will wake her into consciousness. She had been sedated to sleep and rest. The mist will take time to reach her nose holes."

Inside the enclosed cage of rock and glass on top of the metal table, the female slowly stirs awake and rocks side to side while moaning from the cold air, yawning with sleep. Her two eyelashes blink open and then shut while focusing her two eyeballs on the side wall of natural brown colored rock with a soft growl. The female remembers her dilemma. She continues to yawn into consciousness and rubs both eyelashes that contains a set of sleepy crumbs from her deep sleep.

On a small silver tinted metal table, the Boston Terrier dog inhales the invisible and funny-smelling mist, wiggling side to side awake, stretching out each doggie limb into blood circulation. The dog flips upright and sits back on its four kneecaps on top of the metal table. Her dog continues to yawn with sleep and blinks both eyeballs open and then shuts trying to focus on its mistress. Then, he softly yelps with recognition.

The female sits upright from the horizontal position and flings both of her legs over the side of the table, still feeling a little groggy from the sleep, exhaling and then inhaling with a set of deep breathes. She tastes the re-circulated air and then sneezes out the contaminated particles coming from the short-acting drug which has awaken her cortex brain functions that has activated her furious angry again.

The dog shakes its bone skull side to side clearing an active mind and then tilts its chin at its mistress, remembering his situation. The dog turns with a sneer to see the glass window, which is not a mirror but reflects a row of new visitors with the evil scientist Lippy and the evil Autocrat Gladino. The dog stands upright from the metal surface and shakes its body side to side, still fighting off the sleepy potion inside its mind and its body, exhaling with a snort. The dog leaps off the table and soars through the air towards the glass window, landing on the smooth rock coated floor of brown tint, racing toward the glass window. He stops and then prances side to side while barking then growling, then snorting, and then mouth drooling at each new visitor with Lippy and Autocrat.

Inside the basement space, Sino stares with a gasp at the dog inside the cage. "I can't hear the dog's vicious bark. Is that Boston terrier doggie barking? It is moving its jaw line open and shut, but I can't hear anything. O no! I'm deaf."

"O yes! You're only dumb, Sino." Admin reaches up with a grin and taps the glass window with a soft touch. "This is a solid wall of glass, only. There apparently is not an interior microphone to hear an audible sound with a pair of eardrums," he drops his arm down to his leg with a nod. "So, the dog is barking. And, so, you are not hearing it, but you are really dumb, sister dear."

Sino frowns at the dog. "Shut up, Admin!"

The female slides off the table and stands upright while wobbling side to side on top of the smooth and cold hard surface and as her mind and her body expel the sleepy medication also. She gently shakes a head of sweaty blonde curls and then wiggles her tall body side to side ensuring no other wounds or injuries, exhaling with a deep sigh. She turns to face the solid glass wall with a sour frown while hearing her dog, seeing a row of old and then new faces. She advances ahead with a sneer while tossing both arms into the air, kicking out an individual naked foot into the air like a dance, shouting out loud inside her prisoner room.

Inside the basement room, Admin laughs. "Now, the female subject is shouting out loud but you cannot hear her nasty words, either, Sino."

"I can see that." Sino frowns.

Lippy stares at the female and then flips a hand in the air with a smile. "The female subject is acting perfectly normal. She responses exactly like that when I eventually awoken her into consciousness while conducting my scientific experiment."

Adim stares with a sigh at the female prisoner. "I would, too, if I is being held as a prisoner inside a tiny room."

Sino frowns. "What is she saying, Lippy?"

"No idea!" Lippy laughs.

"Son of a shotgun! Get me out of this rotten smelly place, right now! When I get out of my enclosed prison, I'll kill you and you and you and you..." Admin laughs.

"You do not know that she is yelling out loud that set of sentences inside her cage." Sino exhales.

"I can read her moving lips. Yes, she is yelling out loud that set of sentences inside her cage." Adim laughs again.

"You're fibbing, Admin." Sino frowns.

The female subject stops and stands in front of the glass window, jabbing a finger at each old and then new face while screaming in fury as a prisoner of war. Each word does not reach the eardrums of each Autocrat. The glass window is too thick for her words to penetrate.

Inside the basement room, First Brother Adim turns to face the row of dog houses and smiles at his chocolate colored dachshund Dandelion. Dandelion is nipping at one of the large paws on his pal-dog Buddy for playful fun while Buddy is flirting with the female Afghan hound Shee-Shee for playful lust. Adim exhales. "What is the point of your scientific experiment, Gladino? I don't understand your scientific conclusion. But you captured a MUTT and had held her and her dog for months and months."

Gladino continues to stare and points at the female with a smile. "My scientific point is that she is seriously injured and now she is extremely healthy."

Adim swings back a sour frown to see the female subject. She is walking inside the cage tossing both arms, kicking up a leg in furious angry. He smiles. "Modern day medicine, sleep, rest, food, and some tender loving care, even inside a cage for a prisoner will produce a healthy subject. I'm leaving."

First Daughter Gladino leans over and shoves her brother Adim into her sister Sino with a wicked grin. "Don't leave, now, Adim! I have many things to show you, which is part of my scientific experiment. And I promise with hearts and fingers crossed that you will not be displeased and also very amused. Move sideways towards the next second cage!"

"What about the yelling girl and her barking dog that we can't hear through the pretty glass?" Sino frowns at the female subject and her dog through the glass window.

"I'll take care of it." Lippy reaches down and presses a button with a smile.

Inside the glass cage, a new invisible mist is released into the air waves with a loud hiss. The female subject doesn't hear the soft sound as she continues to stomp her feet, jab a finger and yell into the glass window at the familiar and new faces. The dog continues to pace side to side and bark and then mouth spit into the glass window at the familiar and new faces also.

Then, the air waves become saturated with the contents of the invisible and subtle smelling sleep mist. The female stops yelling and dancing side to side, touching her head, wobbling side to the side with dizziness. She opens her mouth to yell but instead her body tumbles backwards from the glass window, exhaling with a set of deep breathes while trying not to inhale the sleep mist without success. She stumbles into the metal table and then slowly descends down to the floor, resting on the floor in a deep sleep of rest.

The dog stops and shakes its skull side to side while its nose holes smells the funny odor. The dog slowly paces side to side shaking it skull while trying to rid its mind and its body of the sleep mist, without success. The dog stops and then slowly drops down, resting on top of the floor, snoring into a deep sleep of rest also.

Inside the basement room, Lippy smiles down at the sleepy subject. "Now, things are back normal."

Adim frowns down at the sleeping female and her dog. "What happens next in your scientific experiment, Gladino?"

Lippy grins. "I go inside the back door of the enclosed room, when that dog is asleep and not biting and then place both of them back on top each table. Then I will conduct the same scientific experiment tomorrow morning while observing the new outcome."

Adim smiles into the glass window. "Do you, now? That must be fun..."

Lippy exhales. "I'm a scientist, first and foremost."

"Well, that must be fun as a scientist, first and foremost, too." Adim laughs.

Gladino shoves her body into his brother. "Move over to the next window! I am more things to show you, Adim."

Lippy reaches down and presses the button. The overhead ceiling lamps powers down at the same time inside the first glass cage with the sleepy pair of MUTTs. Adim leans over with a laugh and violently shoves his sister Sino to the side with a wicked grin.

The row of three siblings stops and stands, staring in front of a shiny window of darkness. Lippy scoots sideways also and stops, standing in front of a second short table of brown tinted metal with a small control box, reaching down and presses the button.

A second glass window displays an illuminate room of five feet in length by feet in wide and ten feet in height, which is not similar to the first cage. The three rock walls are painted in dull yellow hue. Two separate tables similar to the setting inside the first enclosed cage are high from the floor. On top of the first tale, there is a naked child of pale skin tone with a shoulder length blonde hair, where his body is tied down in a spread-eagle pose over the naked metal without the benefit of a warm blanket. Each limb is inside a metal clamp at each crooked elbow and each kneecap only. His waistline is held down by a strip band of metal preventing the child to move or escape from his captures.

On the top of the high second metal table, there is a large dog that is known as a Borzoi dog breed. A Borzoi canine measures 26 inches in height and 80 pounds in weight. A Borzoi breed possesses an intelligent, respectful, gentle, athletic, quiet, independent doggie personality.

The dog displays a dark red and white furry coat and poses on its side on top of the naked metal table. Each front and rear skinny dog limb has been stretched out and then clamped down at the forepaw. The nose muzzle and the pair of eyeballs on the dog faces the side wall of dull yellow tinted painted rock. The mammal is asleep with a sedation drug.

Inside the basement room, First Sister Sino stands beside her brother and then gasps in alarm staring into the second enclosed cage of rock and glass. "That's a young child on top of the metal table. Now, you kidnapped and torture children, Gladino."

Adim frowns through the glass window. "It is obvious to me. The child is a MUTT."

Sino gasps with a grin. "O! You have my permission to torture the child and the dog. I wanna see it."

Gladino smiles through the second glass window at the child. "Yes, Adim is smart. The young child had tried to run away from us during one of the numerous waves of escapees here in Authority. There have been so many runners that I can't keep count," exhaling.

Adim smiles into the second glass cage with a smile. "What are the Autocrats doing to stop the runaways and the waves of escapees, Gladino?"

Gladino frowns through the second glass window. "Second Son Taxe and his ugly siblings are responsible for finding and then enforcing the law of runaways, escapees, and MUTTs within the boundaries of Authority. You must ask him that posed question, Adim."

Adim grins. "I'm asking First Daughter that question, because Second Son Taxe and his ugly siblings have been both useless and worthless as a set of elected and paid officers of Autocrats. However, I do believe Gladino figured that out some months ago. Hint! She owns and operates her own private scientific experiment that is located downstairs in the basement of the Authority headquarters building."

Gladino exhales. "During one of the waves that contained a group of escapees coming from one of the providences here in Authority, the smart enforcer identified and then killed the other members of the MUTT family. However, the MUTT child had left his house during the vicious fight with the dogs and the parents and then hid inside the back yard flower garden. But the enforcer found the MUTT child and his mutt dog. Then the enforcer brought the pair here to me. The pair has been here for almost six months participating in my scientific experiment."

Soni sneers at the glass window. "Why were both the child and his dog brought only to you, Gladino?"

Gladino frowns at the glass window. "I ordered it as First Daughter of Authority, First Sister. The child had been extremely hostile along with his mutt dog, when they had arrived here down inside the basement room. The child is about ten years old in age."

Sino exhales at the glass window. "Did you also thoroughly investigate the child's background, the child's friends, and the child's other family members, Gladino? Have the rest of the child's friends and family members been killed also? Were they all identified as a MUTT person, too?"

Gladino frowns. "That is not my job as First Daughter. That is the job of Second Son Taxe, who is not seeking an investigation but rather continuing his silly seek, search, and slaughter method of eliminating all of the MUTTs."

Adim stares at the glass window. "I don't like Taxe, but his silly methods are working..."

"...too slowly for my guts and my mind," Gladino frowns. "We have been a War for six months now. The War is not ending. The War is continuing. And we are losing the War with each executed battle campaign that has failed for us and wonderfully worked out for the MUTT pack. More and more of our young, mature, and elderly male and female citizens are recruited as an Autocrat fighter for this silly Authority cause. The Authority cause is killing more and more of the Authority population."

Soni flips up a hand into the air with a sour frown. "The population is overflowing in both people and dogs in every city-providence all over the continent of Authority. We can spare lots of young, mature, and elderly male, female citizens and canines to die for the silly cause. Actually, the dogs are winning the War for us, since none of our citizens can fight worth a lick, including the ones that can't fire a photon gun. Eventually, here in Authority, the MUTTs will be herded and then all killed out of existence. Eventually, the escaped MUTTS will run out of fresh food and clean water inside their hideout and then herded up and killed also. Then the War will be over. Then, we can go back to having fun with the parties and the social hours..."

"I do not share your mental thoughts, but your body genes, Sino. Even if, your genes are so slightly altered from your baby birth." Gladino exhales with annoyance and frustration, staring at the child. "Eventually, all the other MUTTs will escape from Authority..."

Sino smiles. "That's a good thing! We get our wonderful continent back without the annoying MUTT things and then we start having more fun with parties and laughter and good food..."

"Then, the alive and breathing MUTT pack will come back here, when all the Autocrat citizens in Authority are dead from all the failed battle campaigns." Gladino frowns.

"O! First Daughter is smart too," Adim laughs.

"O!" Sino frowns.

Gladino exhales. "Please, proceed with the scientific experiment, Lippy!"

Adim exhales at the glass window. "The child looks skinny and very pale. The dog appears in worse canine statute. What are you doing to the child and its mutt dog, Gladino? I can't fathom your scientific experiment other than watching both the child and the dog suffer into a slow death of starvation without a teacup of food and a spoonful of water."

Lippy smiles into the glass window. "The child is not starving to death with his dog. The child and the dog receive proper daily and nightly food nourishment, after each scientific experiment. Otherwise, the child would be dead already."

Gladino frowns at the glass window. "Show my two siblings the scientific experiment, Lippy!"

Lippy reaches down with a grin and then touches, grabbing the top of a tiny lever. The lever flips down.

Inside the glass cage, on top of the yellow tinted ceiling, a machine slowly descends down which contains a single metal arm. The vertical metal arm holds a mechanic hand around a wooden handle that is attached to a small-sized sledge hammer in black hue. The machine stops a few inches from the right forearm of the child on top of the metal table. The metal arm lifts upright into the air and then poses.

Inside the basement room, Soni gasps in alarm. "What are you going to perform in there, Gladino?"

Adim laughs. "I thought you wanted her to torture the MUTT child."

Soni smiles, "O yeah! I'm just shocked and stunned and surprised to actually eye witness a torture event for the first time in my short life. I've never seen spurting fresh blood proteins coming out from another dead or dying or injured person. Go ahead! Show me! And I'm not even closing my eyeballs, but one," giggling.

Lippy smiles into the glass window. "I would like to point out that both the MUTT child and the mutt dog is sedated and deeply asleep which is the usual situation while I conduct the scientific experiment," he reaches down with a wicked grin and presses the button.

Inside the glass cage, the metal arm flings down with force and then slams the solid head of the sledge hammer down into the tied down right forearm on the young child. The femur bone of the child breaks in half exposing the white fragments of the split bone marrow as and his blood proteins spurt out from the open limb covering the broken limb, the metal table, hitting the machine, the ceiling, the floor, and the walls. The child awakes with yells of pain and jerks his body up and down on top of the table with fear and terror.

On the second metal table, the dog awakes from its deep slumber with howls of pain and then wiggles side to side on top of the surface, struggling within each metal clamps and snorts in the air waves and at the side wall. He cannot see his master but hears the child's wails.

Inside the basement room, Soni frowns. "Is that it? Is that your scientific experiment, Gladino?"

Gladino exhales. "Did you see it? Open both of your eyelashes, Soni! Does you miss the event?"

Sino smiles. "No! I did not miss a thing, Gladino. You slammed a hammer into the bound and helpless MUTT child. I mean to say. I think it is a great torture room and a terrific torture devise, a small sledge hammer. Do you hold other MUTTs like the adults too?"

Gladino frowns. "No! The hammer hit the arm of the child, who is sleep. Did you see it? The sedated and sleeping dog awoke abruptly and then started howling and struggling between the metal clamps trying to escape with the same pain also. This is the result of my scientific experiment."

Adim frowns down at the crying child and the howling dog inside the glass cage. "Usually, the Borzoi dog breed is silent while very rarely barking or howling. I find the dog's behavior slightly odd."

Inside the glass cage, the young child continues to jerk side to side in pain on top of the table while wiggling the other three limbs that were not injured, crying with a set of rolling tears on a red-tinted face.

Inside the basement room, Soni exhales with a sour frown at the child. "I find this normal and standard for tormenting a person inside an enclosed cage with your new scientific ways, Gladino. So, I do see it. You slammed a small sledge hammer with force into the kid's leg, Gladino. His dog is reacting to the kid's yells and his busted arm, Adim. My sweet Maltese dog Butterfly would be upset, if I broke my arm and howl out loud for my safety too."

Gladino lifts both of her palms near a sour frown. "No! No! That is not the purpose of my scientific experiment."

Adim points with a smile into the glass window. "O! I see now."

Gladino gasps with a smile. "Do you really see the point of the scientific experiments, Adim?"

Adim laughs. "You had to paint each wall, the floor, and the ceiling which had been covered with the child's exploding blood splatters that turned the brown rock into the hue of yellow color. Bravo, Gladino! That's a clever decoration tip for my future apartment living," laughing.

Gladino frowns. "That is not the purpose of my scientific experiment, Adim."

Adim exhales. "What is the purpose of your torture experiment, Gladino? I see that the poor child is in pain with a terrible face and a set of frightened rolling tears. And his poor dog is worried about his master."

Gladino exhales. "There is much, much more that's happening in here with the child and his dog."

Adim smiles, "Hmm! Now, I, also, see. The coat of the poor Borzoi breed dog is covered in the kid's red tinted blood proteins also. You let the blood dry over its white doggie fur, instead of washing the dog clean inside the second glass cage of glass. How long has both the child and his dog been here?"

Gladino frowns. "The young MUTT child and the young mutt dog have been here for six months."

Sino gasps. "Ugh! You broke each arm and leg on that MUTT child on the first day from three months ago. Then, you let each arm and leg on the MUTT child completely heal the broken bone. Then, you re-broke each limb on the MUTT child, eight weeks later, including both the forearms and the lower legs. Geez! You're worser than an evil monster, Gladino. I'm glad that you are my Autocrat sister, not my foe," laughing.

Adim nods with a stern face into the glass cage. "I still don't understand the science of your visually tormenting experimentation, Gladino. What am I missing here? Tell me! I am now more curious and confused."

Gladino shoves her brother Adim over to the side with a wicked grin. "I'll show you another thing, Adim. Put the child back to sleep, so he can heal that arm!" Lippy reaches down with a grin, pressing the new button.

The second glass cage fills with the same stream of an invisible sleep mist that has been used on the female subject inside the first glass cage. After a few seconds, the upset young child drops back down on top of the table with a soft thump and rests in a deep slumber, without struggling in pain. His large breed, red colored Borzoi dog performs the same behavior falling into a deep sleep to relief the pain also.

Inside the basement room, Sino frowns down at the sleeping child. "How long will the child sleep through the sedation medication?"

Lippy reaches down with a stern face, pressing the button. The second cage glass powers down into the darkness. "It takes eight weeks for a single broken limb to heal. I provide a liquid food line to both the child and the dog subject during the entire sedation period for well-being, nourishment, and continues experimentation. Else, both the child and the dog would die, without food and rest."

"That's the point of killing off the MUTTs, Gladino!" Soni scoots to the side with a sour frown and stops, standing in front of a third glass window that is dark also.

Adim shifts into the rib cage of his sister Sino with a wicked grin on purpose. "I do believe that Gladino has found something of significant value coming from each one of her numerous scientific and torturous experimentations for the time period of six months. However, I'm still clueless of her final result."

Gladino slides over the smooth floor with a grin, left the second glass window, and then stops, gently bumping into the elbow of her brother. "I do believe the third glass cage will prove my point and show you my final result."

Lippy reaches down with a grin and presses the button with a chuckle.

The third room illuminates with a set of bright overhead lamps inside a five-foot wide by five-foot long by ten-feet high of dull yellow paint over the rock walls, floor, and the ceiling while exposing a set of two separate tables. One top of high table, there is a naked elderly male, who is positioned on top of the metal in a spread-eagle pose like the young child inside the second glass cage. The elderly male is short and skinny with a tone of dark skin, a head of shoulder length gray hair and full facial beard, and a pair of brown eyeballs.

His dog rests on the side of the body, like the Borzoi breed that remains inside the second glass cage. The elderly man's dog is a medium-sized dog known as a Malinois. A Malinois breed dog displays a stubborn, hard-working, protective, watchful, alert, confident, active doggie personality. His dog possesses a gray body with all four legs and the skull tinted in black tinted with a curled tail of gray hue, measuring in height at 26 inches, weighting in at 60 pounds.

Inside the basement room, Soni frowns at the glass window. "Well, I'm totally humiliated and shocked for Gladino. She has captured an old man, who must have tripped over both of his clumsy two old wrinkly feet. Good job, First Daughter!" She laughs with her brother.

Gladino frowns at the glass window seeing the old man. "Start the scientific experiment, Lippy!"

Lippy reaches down and presses the button on the third metal console box.

Inside the glass cage, on top of the yellow tinted ceiling, a machine slowly descends down which contains a single metal arm. The vertical metal arm holds a mechanic hand that is wrapped around a wooden handle, which is attached to a small-sized sledge hammer in black hue. The machine stops a few inches from the left forearm of the elderly male on top of the metal table. The metal arm lifts up into the air and then poses in silence and stillness.

Inside the basement room, Sino frowns. "O goody! We get to see another broken arm bone and all the blood both spill and then fall over the old man and the floor. O! I can see that the walls, the ceiling, and the floor are painted in yellow hue to cover up the spilled red tinted blood. What's the social or evil point of your scientific experiment, Gladino? I don't understand unless it is simply for show of your evil mind and spirit," laughing.

Gladino smiles down into the floor of the glass window at the two prisoners. "It is the same old story, sorta. A group of enforcers were seeking and searching the city, entering each home. One of the enforcers found the old man, who is identified as a MUTT and standing inside the living room with confusion without a weapon with his old mutt dog also. He doesn't have a set of family members living inside his personal residence. But the enforcer later found his extended family members, who turned out to be a MUTT family and killed them along with their vicious dogs. The enforcer brought the elderly pair to me. So, I have been experimenting on the two subjects for five months now."

Adim frowns. "Why is repeating the same scientific experiment of a sledge hammer-slam-bang method important here, Gladino? It makes no sense for me, to me, and with me. The old man is going to yell out loud in pain again. The sleeping dog is going to awaken and then howl in pain again coming from an array of terrible screams by his master."

Gladino smiles down into the floor of the glass cage. "Watch this! Do it, Lippy!"

Lippy smiles down at the floor inside the glass cage. "I would like to point out that both the MUTT elderly male and his mutt dog are sedated and deeply asleep, which is the usual situation, while I conduct the scientific experiment," he reaches down with a wicked grin and presses the button.

Inside the glass cage, the machine shifts across the open air sailing away from the naked and clamps down at the left forearm on the elderly male, and then stops above one of the long and slender hind legs of the Malinois breed.

Inside the basement room, Adim gasps in shock. "Well, this is a stunning surprise."

Soni frowns. "No! Lippy can't operate a tiny console box with a tinier lever. The old man is located on the other table on the opposite side in the tiny room, Flippy!" She laughs.

Lippy smiles down at the table with the dog, flipping the lever.

Inside the third glass cage, the dog stirs into semi-consciousness and then looks up, seeing the metal arm with the sledge hammer. The dog starts wiggling in fear.

Inside the basement space, Adim continues to stare with a confused brow down at the howling dog inside the third glass cage. "I am discovering that your scientific experiment is becoming much more interesting to me, Gladino. The Malinois breed dog is highly observant with strangers while exhibiting aloof tendencies and has a set of strong protective instincts. The dog is aggressive with other dogs and will pursue any large or small animal for food prey. However, the dog is not aggressive but yelping and then howling in fear."

Sino laughs. "Well, I guess trapped in a set of metal clamps without escape upon the top of a metal table would kill the urge to murder your enemy prey."

Inside the third glass cage, the metal arm flings down with force and then slams the solid head of the sledge hammer down at the tied down hind leg on the Malinois dog. The upper leg of the dog breaks in half exposing the white fragments of the split bone marrow as and his red tinted blood proteins spurt out coming from the open limb covering the broken limb, the metal table, hitting the machine, the ceiling, the floor, and the walls. The dog awakes with yells of pain and violently jerks up and down on top of the table with fear and terror.

On the second metal table, the elderly male awakes from his deep slumber yelling in shouts of fear, wiggling side to side on top of the hard surface table inside each metal clamp that is attached to each limb while flinging his left leg into the air at the kneecap. His face is filled with tears and sadness.

Inside the basement room, Gladino nods with a smile and points at the dog through the glass window. "Did you see that? Does you see what happened in there a few seconds ago?"

Sino frowns. "I can see what happened in there. You are breaking each limb bone on the dog, not the MUTT male. How long does it take for a dog bone to heal?"

Inside the third glass cage, the dog shakes violently side to side in pain while howling with agony wiggling on top of the hard surface inside each metal clamps. The elderly male continues to jerk side to side holding the left leg in the air while crying and yelling like his dog.

Inside the basement room, Lippy smiles down into the glass cage at the suffering dog. "A dog bone heals quicker than a human bone. The bone is completely healed at six weeks of time with proper rest and food, of course."

Adim frowns. "Of course, it is. So, you have been pounding on this poor dog's limbs every six weeks. The pair has been here for six months. Geez! You have broken each forearm and each hind leg on that poor dog, once. Now, you have re-broken the hind leg for a second time."

"Adim is smart." Gladino smiles down at the suffering dog.

Sino frowns. "Now, I see why you doesn't connect up an interior speaker. The howling sound of the dying dog would be unbearable to my eardrums," she turns with a worried brow to face the rear wall of standing colorful dog houses. The three dogs are happily playing, without hearing the howling of the dying dog. The fourth dog is sleeping inside the red tinted dog house. She returns back with a sour frown to see the upset elderly male and the suffering dog.

Gladino points at the dog with a smile and a nod. "Did you see that? Did you see how the dog and the male reacted together?"

"I see a male, who is upset, that his dog has a broken bone, which is bleeding all over the dog, the table, and the floor. You're more than an evil monster, Gladino."

Adim nods with a stern face. "I don't know if I saw anything more than what I saw. The hammer hit the leg of the sleeping dog and then broke the bone. Then the male reacted. Tell me! What am I missing here inside the third glass cage?"

Gladino exhales with annoyance and flips a hand into the air with a sour frown. "Put the dog and elderly male back asleep! Move over to the fourth glass cage!"

Soni does not shuffle and then turns with a puzzled brow staring at the rest of the exposed forward wall of brown tint. "How many enclosed cages are there? You have been busy for the past six months, Gladino. I'm impresses."

Lippy reaches down with a stern face and presses a series of buttons.

The third glass cage is filled with the same stream of an invisible sleep mist that had been used on both the female and young child subjects inside the two previous glass cages. After a few seconds, the upset dog drops back down on top of the table with a soft thump and rests in a deep slumber, without struggling in broken hind leg pain. The elderly male rests back down also on top of the metal table with an open mouth drooling over the parted lips in a deep slumber without worrying about his dog. Then third glass cage powers back down into the darkness again like the other two cages.

Adim stares with a smile into the dark of the third glass cage. "I'm impresses, too, Gladino. Now, tell me! What am I missing with the dog and the elderly male here inside the third glass cage, the child and his dog inside the second glass cage, and the female and her dog inside the first cage?" He turns with a wink to see his sister Gladino. "Confess now! I'm dying to know too."

Gladino exhales with more annoyance and shoves her brother down further down the forward wall with a smile. "I have another experiment that will illuminate your brain cells. Then you will see and understand the answer."

Adim stares at his sister and then shuffles sideways with a grin while bumping into the elbow of Sino, "All right! Move down the wall, Sino! I wanna see the next hidden prisoner cage of dark brown glass."

Sino slowly shuffles down the forward wall of glass and stops, staring into a brown tinted glass wall that holds another cage and another prisoner with a sour frown. "How many more cages are there in here down inside the basement? I'm tired. I wanna go back home. I'm hungry also. Are we almost finished down here with your silly scientific experimentation, Gladino?"

Gladino shuffles beside her brother Adim and stops with a sour frown, staring into the fourth cage of darkness. "We are at war, Sino. We must figure out why the MUTT pack is winning the war. We must figure out how to stop the MUTTs. The only way to stop a force or an object is to understand the force or the object before the hand slaps the face."

Sino spins around and surveys the rest of the basement space, that is located behind her back spine. The space only contains a steep staircase of rock and a row of dog houses. The rest of the walls, the ceiling, and the floor were composed of brown rock. She exhales with annoyance. "The MUTT pack is not a force. It is a gang of people and dogs."

Gladino stares into the darkness of the fourth cage with a worried brow. "That group of people and dogs is winning the War."

"Ah!" Adim stares into the darkness of the fourth enclosed cage. "This is the purpose of the scientific experimentation. This is very clever, Gladino."

Gladino exhales. "No, you don't understand my purpose here. This is more than a scientific experiment. I'm trying to figure out how to defeat the pack of MUTTs and win the War in short order, before all is lost."

"Nothing is lost, but my interest, my intrigue and my inner selfie, Gladino!" Sino spins around with laughter and stares into the darkness of the fourth glass cage.

"Illuminate the cage, Lippy!" Gladino exhales with worry and stares into the darkness.

Lippy reaches down and presses the button on the short metal table with a fourth brown tinted metal console box.

The fourth room brightens from a row of overhead lamps on top of the ceiling inside a five-feet wide by five feet long by ten feet high of dull yellow paint over the rock walls, floor, and the ceiling while exposing a set of two separate tables. One top of high table, there is a naked teenager male who is positioned on top of the metal in a spread-eagle pose like the young child and the elderly male nasty poses. The teen male is tall and skinny with a tone of pale tinted skin, a head of shoulder length blonde tinted hair and a full facial beard of yellow hue, and a pair of dark eyeballs. He is unconsciousness in slumber.

His dog rests on its side body in slumber, also, like the other two dog breeds, which were sleeping inside the second and third glass cages. The canine is a large-sized work dog, that is called a Great Pyrenees. A Great Pyrenees dog breed displays an affectionate, strong-willed, fearless, confident, and patience doggie personality. His dog possesses a white tinted coat with patches of yellow hue of long fur. The nose and the lips of the dog is solid black hue. The canine measures in height at 30 inches, weighting in at 160 pounds.

Inside the basement room, Soni tosses a palm into the air and then slaps the hand into her dress with a sour frown, staring at the naked teen male with a laugh. "O! I understand completely now, Gladino. The same old story and the same old scientific experiment are both presented here for the same old time. So, you take turns breaking each limb on each captured prisoner. First, it is the right arm. Then, it is the right leg. Then, it is the left arm. And, finally, it is the left leg. Will you crack the bones in the right hand next for our fun entertainment, Gladino? I heard that hurts really bad," she laughs with Adim.

Adim continues to stare at the two prisoners with a smile in silence.

Gladino frowns through the glass window staring at the teenager. "Start the scientific experiment, Lippy!"

"Wait!" Adim stares with a puzzled brow down into the glass cage. "What is the background history behind the pair of MUTTs?"

Gladino smiles down into the fourth glass cage. "I'm not going to tattle, just yet. This is part of the scientific experiment. I want you to figure it out, Adim, since Soni can never do that mental thought process."

Sino sneers. "I heard that nasty statement, First Daughter!" Her siblings, Gladino and Adim laugh out loud with amusement.

Lippy smiles down at the floor inside the glass cage. "I would like to point out that both the teen male and his dog are sedated and deeply asleep, which is the usual situation, while I conduct the scientific experiment," he reaches down with a wicked grin and presses the button.

Inside the fourth glass cage, on top of the yellow tinted ceiling, a machine slowly descends down which contains a single metal arm. The vertical metal arm holds a mechanic hand, that is wrapped around a wooden handle, which is attached to a small-sized sledge hammer in black hue. The machine stops a few inches from the left forearm on the teen male on top of the metal table. The metal arm lifts upright into the air and then poses in stillness and silence.

Inside the basement room, Sino frowns, "Geez! I wonder what is going to happen next. O! I do know. Another terror venue with my eyeballs of blood and bones! And the floor, the ceiling, and each wall are dull yellow hue of covered blood. Good show! Can I leave now, Gladino?"

Gladino smiles down into the floor of the glass cage. "Watch this! Do it, Lippy!"

Lippy smiles at the teen male inside the fourth cage and flips the lever with a soft chuckle.

Inside the fourth glass cage, the metal arm flings down with force and then slams the solid head of the sledge hammer down into the tied left forearm on the teen male. The femur bone of the teen breaks in half exposing the white fragments of the split bone marrow as and his blood proteins spurt out from the open limb covering the broken limb, the metal table, hitting the machine, the ceiling, the floor, and the walls. The teen male awakes with yells of pain and jerks up and down on top of the table with fear and terror.

On top of the second metal table, his large-sized white furry Great Pyrenees dog continues to snort in a deep slumber, without the howls of pain or the wiggles of distress on the conscious body while hearing the loud shouts from his master.

Inside the basement room, Adim frowns down at the yelling teen male. "O! Give me a break and give it a rest, Gladino! You drugged up that poor dog so deep in sleep medication that it can't hear the wails of his master."

Gladino gasps with a worried brow. "What? I mean, yes. I mean the dog is sedated in sleep. But the teen male had been sedated in sleep, too. Both of the two subjects had been in a deep and sedate sleep, before the bone had been broken. Did you not see it happen? Do you not understand what just happened?"

Sino exhales with annoyance. "You're repeating the scientific experiment and have found the same result. If you hit the left forearm that is tied down with a small sledge hammer, then the person will cry in tears and scream in horror. Yeah, I see that, too. Can I leave, Gladino?"

Gladino frowns. "No. No. No. That teen male is hurt with a broken arm and his dog is not reacting or listening or howling or struggling to each freed."

Soni frowns at the upset and yelling teen inside the fourth glass cage. "O! I know, because that dog hates his owner. That is not new or news, Gladino. Throughout history, sometimes, the dog does not love its first owner. That teen has harmed that dog. Else, the dog would react with love and concern like the other devoted canines inside the first three glass cages. If we were not War, then we would rightfully and fully punish that teen and find out what he does to that dog. Striking or harming a dog is against the law!"

"Good thing!" Adim laughs. "We're at war, since there're tons of people killing tons of dogs. I think we should find them, haul them here, and then kill them. What do you think, sister dearest?"

Sino frowns. "Hush up, Adim!"

Gladino turns to face her two siblings and waves both of her palms near a worried brow. "No. No. No. That is not the proper conclusion to my scientific experimentation. The dog is not reacting but sleeping when the teen male owner became seriously injured with a broken arm. Inside the second cage, when the teen child became seriously injured, the dog awoke from a deep sleep and howled with pain along with the child. Inside the third glass cage, when the dog became injured, the elderly male awoke from a deep drugged sleep yelling pain also. Do you see the connection now? Do you see the difference here?"

Soni continues to stare with an annoyed brow at the upset and screaming teen male inside the glass cage. "What difference? I see no difference, but I do see you beating up a human or a dog for some sick fun. Can I go home now, Gladino?"

"Wait!" Adim smiles down at the screaming teen male inside the glass cage. "Lippy said something. Well, Lippy doesn't say something. Repeat your introduction, again, Lippy!"

Gladino turned and smiles at her brother. "Adim is smart."

Lippy turns away from the screaming teen inside the cage and faces the nose profile on Adim, saying with a smile and a nod. "I would like to point out that both the teen male and his dog are sedated and deeply asleep, which is the usual situation, while I conduct the scientific experiment," he laughs with an evil laugh.

Adim gasps with alarm. "Now, repeat the introduction for the second cage with the child and his dog."

Lippy smiles with a nod. "I would like to point out that both the MUTT child and his mutt dog are sedated and deeply asleep, which is the usual situation, while I conduct the scientific experiment," he laughs with an evil laugh again.

Adim gasps in shock. "You did not mention the word, MUTT, while describing this upset and injured teen male. Why is that not so, Gladino?"

Gladino tosses both arms into the air with a smile and a nod at Adim. "Finally, this teen male is not a MUTT."

"What! That is against our law or our rule or our something here in Authority. You could be sentenced to death for this or that or what's happening in here, Gladino," Sino gasps with worry. "I could be sentenced to death with my precious little Butterfly also. We punish both the mistress and her personal dog for any crime of a criminal."

"Shut up, Soni!" Adim stares with a sour frown at Gladino. "I don't understand. I wanna understand. I don't wanna report you, First Daughter, to our father. Why is there an Autocrat citizen imprisoned inside your glass cage, Gladino?"

Gladino shakes her curls with a grin. "That teen male is part of an Autocrat family that is not a MUTT but had been aiding another MUTT family. Of course, Taxe and his Enforcer spied on the Autocrat family after the first wave of escapees and then found the MUTT family, who is hiding inside the Autocrat home, a couple of weeks ago. I had the enforcer bring the entire family unit into my little prison cells."

Sino spins around and stares at the rest of the brown tinted glass that covers the rest of the forward wall with intrigue. "Where are the other Autocrat family members that belong with the teen male?"

She lifts up and then wiggles a manicured fingernail of green polish with a smile. "Tsk! Tsk! You're jumping ahead of my scientific experiment and defeating the purpose of my show, Soni." Gladino smiles. "I'll answer that in a moment. What does you see when the sledge hammer hit the teen male?"

"Put the teen male back down to sleep, so his broken arm can heal. I understand your reason, but he is still an Autocrat, not a MUTT, Gladino." Adim nods with a stern face.

Gladino flips up her palm in the air. "Put the teen male back down into a deep slumber, Lippy!"

Lippy returns back with a sour frown to see the console box and then presses a button.

The fourth glass cage is filled with the same stream of an invisible sleep mist. After a few seconds, the upset and screaming teen male slowly drops back down on top of the table with a soft thump and rests in a deep slumber, without struggling in broken forearm pain. The dog continues to rest in slumber, without interruption. Then, the glass cage is powered back down into the darkness again like the other three cages.

Gladino smiles at her brother. "Tell me! What does you see when the sledge hammer hit the teen male?"

Adim exhales with a stern face. "I saw an upset teen male and a sleeping dog. But I noted that the dog and the male possessed the coloring like they were a member of the Autocrat elite. Is that a true statement, Gladino?"

"Maybe," she smiles.

Adim sneered. "Who is that teen male and all of his related biological family's members?"

"They have proven to be supporting the pack of MUTTs, our newest and greatest and only enemy, Adim. I don't care about the welfare of the teen male or his dog or his family or his dogs either. Gladino does the right thing. Now, are we done down here? Can I go home, now, Gladino?" Sino smiles at the torment process of the teen.

Gladino exhales with frustration. "Does you notice anything else inside the fourth glass cage with the teen and his dog, Adim?"

Adim gritted the teeth with a sneer. "No. I told you each one of my personal observations."

Gladino frowns, "Alright! I have another glass cage. Move down the wall again!"

Sino slowly shifts backwards with a sour frown at Gladino and stops in front of a shiny tint brow that represents the fifth glass cage. "How many cages are located on this forward wall, Gladino? Are there other cages on the side walls as well where you torment more captured and bleeding MUTT prisoners? I'm only curious, not interested in seeing each scientific experiment on the rest of the nasty MUTTs."

Adim shuffles sideways in silence and stops with a worried brow, staring down into the brown tinted glass while pondering each scientific experiment and the mental mind of his sister Gladino. Maybe, the War situation is creating pressure, stress, and craziness inside her mental brain. So, her brother Adim might need to take control of the Autocrats and the leadership of Authority for a few more months until the War has ended under his rougher and tougher leader skills.

Gladino stops with a worried brow and stands between Adim and Lippy, staring into the brown tint of glass. "Illuminate the glass window of the fifth cage, Lippy!"

Lippy had slid down before the group, standing beside Gladino. He reaches down, pressing the button on the short metal table with a fifth brown tinted metal console box.

The glass of dark brown turns into clear glass exposing a fifth glass cage room with a row of overhead lamps on top of the ceiling, inside a 20-foot wide by 20-foot long by 30-foot high brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling. On the side wall, there is a long table with numerous plates of food with an obese male in the center chair, eating a plate of food. The middle-age male displays a cropped hairstyle of grayish-black with a clean face and a pair of food stained lips in blue tint, after consuming a plate of fresh blueberries. He is severely obese wearing a tan colored ankle-length tunic over his fat body that displayed a pale glowing skin tint. He possessed a pair of blue eyeballs between the set of wrinkled eyelids.

On top of the dining room table, there are several empty and filled platters of various food types including dark and light meats, colorful vegetables and fruits, numerous textures of brown colored breads, and various sweet and sour desserts.

He continues to eat and then chews while watching his dog, a rich chestnut colored Irish Setter breed. An Irish Setter dog measures 25 inches tall and weighs 62 pounds with a doggie personality of playful, affectionate, lively, companionable, energetic, and independent.

The dog chases after a rounded-shaped gray tinted bouncing ball that hits and then ricochets against the rock wall and back into the body of the jumping canine for fun and exercise. In the wall corner, there is a plate of fresh food and a bowl of water for the dog. But the dog is having more fun with the interactive ball, unlike its lazy and fat master.

Inside the basement room, Sino gags and then coughs in disgust, saying with a sour frown. "That scene is disgusting. Who is that fat male in there? Why have you captured him? What purpose does a fat man serve in your scientific experiment, Gladino?"

Adim stares with a puzzled brow at the obsess male. "What is the purpose here? Is this obese gentleman a MUTT or an Autocrat? I cannot tell by his bad table manners, since I have witnessed the same scene coming from numerous Autocrats also."

Inside the fifth glass cage, the ceiling-to-floor design exhibits a metal wall on the opposite side of the sitting and eating obese male. The metal wall contains a series of seven individual horizontal rows. Each row is composed of tiny metal panels that shined underneath the artificial lamps on the ceiling.

Inside the basement room, Gladino stares with a smile inside the glass cage. "Lippy, do your thing here!"

Inside the glass cage, the seventh row on the bottom of the metal wall that comprises a set of tiny metal panels slides open, a set of individual dark blue tinted balls slowly rolls forward over the smooth brown tinted rock floor. The Irish Setter dog stops playing with the gray tined ball and then spins around with its drooling tongue while staring at the set of new toys. The dog runs ahead and collides into the row of balls scattering them around the room with happiness.

On the same wall, in the fourth row, the row of tiny panels slides open revealing an individual platter of new food items. A set of thin-sized individual mechanic arms slowly exits from an individual open panel and then carefully guides across the air stopping on top of the metal edge of the dining room table, placing an individual fresh food plate for the obese male. Each metal arm releases the food platter and then returns back into an individual open panel, without harming the playful dog on top of the smooth floor. Each panel closes shut in silence.

At the same time on the fifth row, all the tiny panels slide open and reveal two balls, one in the tint of dark yellow and the other in the tint of light blue. Each ball shoots forward with force into the glass enclosure over the open floor colliding and smashing into the other dark and colored balls and the dog. The dog spins around and around chasing after each dark yellow, light blue, and dark blue ball with playful fun.

Inside the basement room, Soni giggles at the playful dog inside the cage.

Adim exhales with confusion. "What are you doing with the MUTT male and his mutt dog, Gladino? I don't understand this specific scientific experiment."

Gladino continues to smile and watches the interaction inside the cage. "Watch and absorb!"

Inside the glass cage, on the top of the metal wall, the first row of individual panels slides open revealing an individual ball of dark grey hue, shooting forward from the panel floor into the air. Then each ball drops down with gravity and hits the smooth floor, rolling around, colliding into the other balls.

The dog possesses a set of sensitive ears and then spins around, stops, and then watches the new set of colored balls on top of the floor, bouncing into each one with his clownish delight.

Inside the basement room, Sino continues to softly giggle at the playful dog and his fun time with the scattered balls.

Adim exhales with a huff of annoyance at the silly game with the dog in silence.

Gladino continues to stare and smiles in silence at the dog at play also.

Inside the glass cage, the sixth row of individual metal panels slides open revealing a light yellow ball, shooting forward from the open panel through the air. The dog spins around and collides into some of the ball with a soft play growl of fun while nipping at each ball.

At the top of the wall, the second row of metal panels slides open revealing two individual balls in the colors of red and green, shooting forward in the air, dropping down and then lands on top of the floor without bouncing. The dog heard the sound and then spins around, stops, and watches the new set of balls, bouncing at each one with his clownish delight. He leaps a few inches from the floor and then lands down on top of one of the red balls. The red ball breaks open and reveals a sliver of raw meat. The dog reaches down and quickly gobbles up the meat, standing upright while chewing the food, racing toward one of the green tinted balls.

The dog slides into the moving green tinted ball and then stops while popping open the smooth exterior skin of the ball, showing a sliver of red meat also, leaning down and eats the meat. He continues to dash ahead towards a red tinted ball and then stops, slapping a paw over the exterior skin of the ball. The ball pops open revealing a sliver of meat also. The dog leans down and gobbles up the food standing upright while chewing and dashes ahead to the next green tinted ball.

On the metal wall, the third row, a set of individual metal doors slides open showing a single violet tinted ball, shooting out toward the air. Each ball descends down with gravity and then hits the floor or another group of colored balls, scattering all the balls around the room.

However, the Irish Setter dog breed only continues to dash ahead toward the nearest red or green tinted ball and then stops, lifting up, smashing down a paw into the soft exterior skin, exposing a sliver of meat. The dog repeats the doggie behavior while ignoring the other colored balls inside the glass cage.

Inside the basement room, Gladino smiles into the glass cage at the behavior of the dog. "Do you see that?"

Adim frowns into the glass cage at the activity of the dog and the balls. "Do I see what?"

"I see a dog playing with a set of balls and his master is eating himself into an early death. If that male does not stop eating all that rich food, he's going to explode into fatness and then break out from his skin, spilling over the smooth rock floor. How long has the male been inside there the cage and over eating like that?"

Adim exhales with confusion. "Contract to popular belief, a dog can see a color tone which is composed of blues, yellow, and grays. I know that. Sino knows that. The dog knows that. But Gladino does not know that," he laughs with his sister.

Gladino exhales with a puff of annoyance. "A dog can see a limited spectrum of color such like, dark blue, light blue, gray, light yellow, dark yellow, violet tint, and very dark grey."

Adim studies the dog and the balls inside the glass cage. "Hmm! Almost all of the balls are represented by the entire set of rainbow colors. However, you added the colors of red and green. Why did you do add tinted red and green balls for the dog, Gladino?"

Gladino smiles down at the dog and the balls inside the glass cage. "That is my question to you, Adim."

Adim exhales with confusion. "I'm clueless."

Gladino exhales with frustration and stared into the glass cage. "The eyeballs of both people and dogs contains a setoff special light-catching cells which are called cones that response to color. Dogs naturally possess fewer cones than a human which suggests that their eyesight of color is not as rich as ours. It is not just the cone trait in seeing the colors of red and green. Each cone must be turned to a different wavelength of light for vision. A human has three different kinds of cones where the combined three cones give a human their full range of color vision from hues to tints to colors. A long time ago, when a human only possessed two of the three cones, the human is known as colorblind, specifically not seeing the colors of red and green hues.

"Hmm! You have applied a colorblind test to a mutt dog. Why would you do that? I don't understand, Gladino. A dog is a dog, of course," Adim laughs.

"I don't understand, either, Gladino. A dog is a dog, of course. I am not a dog, of course," Sino laughs with her brother Adim.

Gladino frowns. "The dog's task is to find the red or green ball and then break it out, revealing a piece of raw meat. If the dog saw or recognized the color of red or green, then the dog is rewarded with a yummy treat."

"This is a silly test for a dog. Any non-talking and non-thinking dog and that non-talking and non-thinking dog enjoys running around the room, the yard, the park and the open space which is filled with numerous colored balls or colored discs or colored play toys and then slapping a paw into each one for fun. Can I go home, now, Gladino?"

Gladino exhales with a puff of annoyance. "Darken the glass, again, Lippy! Move down to the last glass cage, Sino. This is the last of my scientific experimentation. I do believe that you will finally see what I am trying to do here down inside the basement of the headquarters building."

"Finally!" Adim laughs out loud with sarcasm.

Sino scoots down with a soft giggle and stops near the edge of the brown tinted glass window without seeing the subject. "And if I don't see or hear or taste or feel, then can I go home, Gladino?"

"Yes," Gladino scoots down with Adim and stops in front of the dark glass of brown tint, flipping a hand, without the vocal command.

Lippy scoots down and stands in front of a short metal table of brown tint, reaching down, pressing a button. The glass of brown disappears and reveals the sixth cage, which had been already brightened coming from the row of overhead lamps on top of the ceiling inside a 20-feet wide by 20-feet long by 30-feet high brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling. On one of the side walls, a teenage girl wears a blonde hair with vertical strips of black tint and purple hue colors over the hair strands, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of green eyeballs on a short and skinny body frame. She sits on top of the floor with a stern face in front of the side wall of brown tinted rock while looking bored and lonely. Her dog dashes around the room playing with a gray tined rubber ball, bouncing on the top, against each wall, on the wall of tiny metal panels that were closed shut.

Her dog is a Norwich Terrier breed and measures ten inches tall at the shoulder and weights eleven pounds in the color of red and black mixture of dog hairs which is called grizzle. The doggie personality is fearless, strong, sassy, loving, and independent.

Another ceiling-to-floor design exhibits a metal wall on the opposite side of the sitting young teen female. The metal wall contains a series of seven individual horizontal rows. Each row is composed of tiny metal panels that shine underneath the artificial lamps on the ceiling.

Her dog continues to chase after a rounded-shaped gray tinted bouncing ball that hits and then ricochets against the rock wall back into the body on the jumping canine for fun and exercise. In the wall corner, there is a plate of fresh food and a bowl of water for the dog. But the dog is having more fun with the interactive ball, unlike its lazy and young mistress.

Inside the basement room, Gladino smiles through the glass at the dog. "Now, watch closely! This is my last scientific experiment down here inside the basement room and it should prove beyond any doubt my working theory and show you why the MUTT pack is our only vilest enemy and must be destroyed immediately beyond any reason and rational thought."

"We know that. It sounds like you have lost your reason and your rational while kidnapping and hiding a set of people and their dogs down inside a dungeon and in a cage," Sino frowns into the glass cage at the dog's activity.

Adim smiles into the glass cage at the dog's playful activity. "Actually, we, the Autocrats do not know why the MUTT people have become our new and only enemy. This is the most confusing War of two centuries. Authority is a nice place to live and breed, especially, since everyone owns and loves their dog, since their birth. I still don't understand how we discovered the MUTT people. Who is the first MUTT person? What happened to create a society of MUTT people?"

Sino exhales with a puff of frustration with the scientific experiments and annoyance with her younger brother Adim and her older sister Adim, staring with a sour frown into the glass cage. "The MUTTs are not a society, Adim. They're a group of pests and protectors, who fight against our authority here in Authority. Then they formed and then rebelled against the Autocrats. I discovered the first one."

"When? Where? How? What?" Adim turns with a confused brow to see the nose profile of his sister Sino.

Sino giggles into the glass cage. "That's my secret, in which, I'll never share with you or Gladino."

"Because you fib with your own words way too much, Sino." Adim turns with a sour frown to face the glass window again. "Who is that teenager?"

"She is another Autocrat." Gladino smiles. "She is the younger sister of the other teen male, who is located inside the third glass cage."

"Where are their parents?" Sino frowns.

Gladino giggles with a wicked grin at the female teenager. "Alas! Sometimes, my scientific experiment is a little too harsh on the scientific subject. Then, my scientific subject dies into a painful death. The family had been spying on the Autocrats and assisting with the escapees of the MUTTs. Hox had found and then entrapped the entire family. Before he killed them, I asked for their live bodies."

Adim gasps in alarm. "Does Hox possess knowledge of each one of your scientific experiments and the secret location of the basement dungeon with a set of captured MUTTs?"

Gladino exhales with a puff of annoyance, "No, of course not, Adim! Hox does not know of my secret hiding place here inside the headquarters building as he does not work or live here like me and you. And Hox is happy to be rid of the live bodies. His enforcers capture and kill too many traitors. All the dead bodies are starting to stink up the designated garage pile, since we do not provide a massive dirt grave. Someone needs to deal with that smelly situation soonest, Sino."

Sino sneers. "Me! No! I'm not the trash-collection-girl. You're First Daughter here. You order someone else to do it."

Gladino laughs. "I just do it, First Sister. Sino, you go and deal with the massive pile of stinky and smelly pile of dead bodies."

Sino smiles. "I'm a person in administration, not a handmaiden to the princess. Order someone else, First Daughter!"

"Anyways!" Gladino exhales. "Lippy, do your thing!"

Lippy reaches down with a smile and presses the button on the console box.

Inside the last glass cage, the seventh row on the bottom of the metal wall slides open. Then a set of individual dark blue tinted balls slowly rolls forward over the smooth brown tinted rock floor. The Norwich Terrier dog stops playing with the gray tined ball and then spins around with its drooling tongue while staring at the set of new toys. The dog runs ahead and collides into the row of dark blue balls scattering them around the room with happiness.

Inside the basement room, Sino exhales with boredom also. "The same old scene contains a young girl, instead of a fat male."

Adim stares with a puzzled brow at the teen female. "What is the purpose here, Gladino? I don't understand."

Gladino smiles at the teen female. "There is nothing to see or understand, yet!"

On the same wall, in the fourth row, the row of tiny panels slides open revealing an individual piece of clothing garment. A set of thin-sized individual mechanic arms slowly exits from an individual open panel and then carefully guides across the air stopping in front of the brown tinted wall, twisting the metal arm sideways and then drops down the individual piece of clothing. The teen female ignores the set of individual clothing items and continues to wear a stern face, staring at the dog. Each metal arm returns back into an individual open panel, without harming the playful dog on top of the smooth floor. Each panel closed shut in silence.

At the same time on the fifth row, all the tiny panels slide open and reveal two balls, one in the tint of dark yellow and the other in the tint of light blue. Each ball shoots forward with force into the glass enclosure, over the open floor, colliding and smashing into the other dark and colored balls and the dog. The dog spins around chasing after each dark yellow, light blue, and dark blue ball with playful fun.

Inside the basement room, Soni exhales with more annoyance at the playful dog and solemn teen female inside the cage.

Adim exhales with confusion and continues to watch the dog in silence.

Gladino smiles at the dog's activity in silence.

Inside the glass cage, on the top of the metal wall, the first row of individual panels slides open revealing an individual ball of dark grey hue, shooting forward from the panel floor and then in the air. Then, each ball drops down with gravity and hits the smooth floor, rolling around, colliding into the other balls.

The dog possesses a set of sensitive ears and then spins around, stops, and watches the new set of colored balls on top of the floor, bouncing into each one with his clownish delight.

Inside the basement room, Sino continues to softly giggle at the playful dog and her fun time with the scattered balls.

Adim exhales with a huff of annoyance at the silly game with the dog in silence.

Gladino continues to stare and smile at the dog at play in silence also.

Inside the glass cage, the sixth row of individual metal panels slides open revealing a light yellow ball, shooting forward from the open panel through the air. The dog spins around and collides into some of the ball with a soft play growl of fun while nipping at each ball.

At the top of the wall, the second row of metal panels slides open revealing two individual balls in the colors of red and green, shooting the balls forward in the air. Each ball drops down, landing onto the floor, without bouncing.

With a set of sensitive ears, the dog spins around and stops, watching the group of red and green balls. Each ball hits and lands in a stationary pose on top of the smooth floor. The dog continues to stare at the semi-crooked row of red and green tinted balls.

On the metal wall, the third row, a set of individual metal doors slides open showing a single violet tinted ball, shooting out towards the air. Each ball descends down with gravity and then hits the floor or another group of colored balls, scattering all the balls around the room.

However, the Norwich Terrier dog breed dashes ahead and then stops, standing in front of the bowl of stale food and fresh water, licking up the water and leaned over, eating some of the food without playing with the nearest red or green or other tinted ball. The dog stops eating and spins around from the food, wearing a wet, food-covered face, staring at her mistress, the young female. The dog slowly moves ahead and stops, standing beside her mistress.

The young female leans over with a stern face and pats the dog while continuing to stare at the opposite wall of metal panels.

Then, the dog scoots ahead and wiggles side to side, sitting down beside her mistress on top of the pile of new clothes, placing its bone skull down into the smooth floor, closing the eyelids. The dog performs a short slumber from playing with the rows of colorful balls.

Inside the basement room, Gladino smiles into the glass cage at the behavior of the dog. "Does you notice the behavior of the dog?"

Adim frowns into the glass cage at the activity of the dog and the balls. "Yes, it attacked or is continuing to attack some of the scattered balls over the smooth floor like a dog does and will do until the end of time. Each attacked ball scatters and then attacks a new ball like a ball does and will do until the end of time. This is the same old scientific experiment, Gladino. What am I supposed to see or feel or taste or image here inside the sixth glass cage? I don't understand."

Sino smiles through the glass cage. "I see it, Gladino. A pile of new clothing on top of that dirty floor, where the female teen is not going to wear, ever. Where does all of those new pieces of clothing items come from, Gladino? Is it from your personal wardrobe closet? I hope you doesn't rob of each merchandise store for that new pile of pretty stolen loot. What a waste of good clothes? What a waste of my time here!"

Gladino exhales with a puff of annoyance and shook her curls, staring at the dog and the teen female. "The pile of new clothing is not the point in my scientific experiment. Does you see the dog's behavior with the balls?"

Sino laughs. "Yeah, I do. A dog is playing with a set of balls and his mistress is bored out of her teenage mind. Are you going to torture the dog and the teen before they starve to death? Can I go home, now, Gladino?"

Gladino continues to stare with a sour frown into the sixth glass window and flips up a hand into the air. "Yes, leave me, now!" She drops the hand down on her dress, wearing a puzzled brow.

Adim and Sino spin around from the glass window with a smile. Each one of their dogs turn a face to see their master, dashing ahead with happiness.

Adim and Sino squat down and lift up their dog, standing upright with a smile, moving ahead toward the staircase. They leave the basement room in silence.

Lippy frowns at the glass cage with the teen and the dog inside the sixth glass cage. "Adim and Sino do not understand the purpose of each one of your terrific scientific experiments like me and you. What are you going to do now, Gladino?"

Gladino exhales with a puff of annoyance. "I don't know, but I am going home to think," she spins around with a stern face and moves ahead toward the steep staircase. Her poodle dog stops flirting with Shee-Shee and then swings around with a wiggling tongue, racing ahead toward the staircase, leading her mistress up each step and then back home to the apartment space for the supper meal.

One hour later, at 15:25:20 hours/ minutes/seconds, novice scientist and devoted Autocrat Lippy continues to stand, stays, and studies each one of the captured prisoners while gathering more scientific information for his cousin and his leader Gladino.
CHAPTER FIVE

One hour later....

Second Family

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky

and wedded mate Kortbee and her Schipperke breed dog Devil

Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

and wedded mate Firkle and her Dandie Dinmont Terrier breed dog Darling

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum

And wedded mate Nalls and his Smooth Fox Terrier breed dog Doug

Second Building location

Auditorium room setting

Dull sunlight and warm temperatures

16:25:21 hours/minutes/seconds (late afternoon)

On the floor and around the set of curved walls with ancient tan colored wooden panel, each curved row holds an old or new enforcer with their dog.

An Enforcer is a paid adult citizen that carries a photon weapon walking around the city of workers, children, teens, housewives, and retired citizen enforcing all the rules of Authority.

The work building for a working Enforcer doesn't display a lawn of trees or a sky of blue or a row of low bushes. A working enforcer doesn't require a chair for sitting or a table with photography frames or a fork to eat the food meal with, only an empty cold spot on top of the white tinted tile hard floor while listening to the new set of enforcer assignments for the day.

Toward the front of the auditorium room, each row with an enforcer is sitting down on top of the tile and then stares at the front of the auditorium while listening to the head Autocrat of the Second Family for the new set of enforcement instructions. A dog sits with their Enforcer while some of the dogs nervously pace side to side greatly desiring to roam and then sniffs at the butthole of each new dog.

On the rear and around the curved wall, each enforcer stands upright with a worried brow while trying to control an exited dog that wants to touch or rumble with the nearest pet while making lots of sound in growls, sneers, and snarls. Some of the enforcers and their dogs leave the auditorium to perform doggie pee or pookie duty also. And the auditorium room starts to stink with smelly odor that enters every pair of nostrils with the dirty human body odor and doggie sweat.

Before the MUTT War, a paid and employed content Enforcer and his dog spent all the work time outdoors in the cool air and dull sunshine while slowly strolling around their hometown campus and then stopped with a smile, greeting one or a family of local residents. His or her dog always strolled next to the leg and greeted the friendly residential dog also.

After the MUTT War, a paid Enforcer works a photon hand gun that releases a specific colored ion which is based on the ratio of sunlight to electromagnetic field energy around the body. Then, the Enforcer hunts down and kills the MUTT and the entire MUTT family.

Every day and night, a work team of Enforcers searches on foot with their dog and then visits every household, inside each City-Providence, within the continent of Authority, while searching for a hiding MUTT person which always ends successful.

Standing in front of the curled rows of enforcers with the ancient tan colored wood wall behind his back spine, inside the grand auditorium, Second Son Taxe wears a short cropped head of light blue hair strands, a tone of tan colored skin, and a pair of dark eyes with a light blue sleeveless vest and a pair of matching trousers standing beside brother and sister.

Sparky, his blue tinted male Miniature Pincher dog sits on top of the floor beside the leg of his master. His dog measures in weight at eight pounds with a height of eleven inches.

Next to Taxe, his wedded mate Kortbee stands with a grin on a pretty face staring at the rows of Enforcers.

Kortbee is a tall and slender female, possessing a head of long golden blonde colored hair, a tone of golden tinted skin, a pair of dark eyeballs, wearing a jumpsuit of golden hue that matched her body, her hair, and her dog.

Her male dog is named Devil, since the doggie breed is nicknamed the "little devil" as it displays a fox-type face, a pointy snout, pair of brown tinted eyes, and a set of triangular ear points. The dog breed enjoys barking with aggressiveness at other dogs, rodents, and small animals. Devil measures ten inches in height and weights eleven pounds wearing a coat of solid blonde tinted. A Schipperke dog breed possesses a stubborn, mischievous, headstrong, aggressive, agile, alert, curious, clever, and energetic doggie personality.

Kortbee is an elite wife, who does not work but accompanies her husband on any of the battle campaigns. She greatly dislikes the blood, the guts, the wounds, and the deaths of each dog and its owner. So, she stays home with their two children reading fairy tales books, enjoying the evening hours, before their bedtime curfew. And Kortbee is not worried about an attack coming from a MUTT nutty person as her dog Devil is a knee watchdog and suspicious of all strangers including his family members while loudly barking and creating aggressive trouble.

Devil stands beside the leg of her mistress nipping the air and then softly growls at each dog in on the front row.

Second Brother Hox with a head of tan colored long shoulder length hair, a pair of dark eyes, a tone of tan tinted skin, and a black colored goatee, wearing a tan colored suit with a short jacket and a pair of matching trousers stood beside Taxe. Bugger, his male Pekingese dog is seven inches in height and weight of ten pounds. The dog sits on top of the floor next to the leg of his master with a pink tinted licking a wet nose. Hox smiles at the auditorium of familiar and new Enforcers in silence. Beside Hox stands with a stern face beside his wedded mate Firkle, in silence.

Firkle possesses a plump and petite body frame and wears an ankle-length dress of white and yellow, one white tinted shoe and the other shoe colored in yellow hue. Her skin tone is glowing pale white with a bushy skull of white tinted hair that matched her female dog Darling, which is a Dandie Dinmont Terrier.

Dandie Dinmont Terrier breed dog has a low long doggie body with a pair of short legs with a bushy topknot on top of its skull. Her exterior doggie coat shows a dual set of white and yellow colored hairs with a white mop of hair on top of her skull. Her dog is named Darling. Darling measures eight inches in height and weights in 24 pounds. Her dog possesses an affectionate, lively, companionable, determined, fun-loving, and independent doggie personality.

Firkle accompanies her husband Hox on each Autocrat battle campaign inside the wing-ship but she stays inside the lounge room while consuming a plate of food and a cold beverage watching the action on the hologram. She is an elite and does not have a work job. But her husband Hox is responsible for recording all of the fighting action down on top of the grassy battlefield during the heated day with the hologram pad equipment. Then, after the war battle has ended, Hox sends the visual recording to the headquarters building, where First Daughter Gladino lives and works in private.

White tinted Darling stands beside the leg of its mistress and looks down trying to dig a hole through the hard tile surface with the front paws, which is part of her doggie personality. After getting miffed off from the hard material of the floor, the Dandie Dinmont Terrier looks up and growls at the familiar Miniature Pincher while gaming the smaller toy canine breed into a fighting challenge, without success.

Sparky, the blue tinted Miniature Pincher ignores the silly and ugly terrier and stares at the other dogs in the audience of Enforcers.

Second Sister Bishee displays a tone of tan skin, a pair of dark eyes, and a head of golden blonde hair. There is a set of gathered hair on top of her skull that is tied with a tiny red bow which matched her Yorkshire Terrier dog. Yum-Yum, her female Yorkshire Terrier is a small breed dog that stands six inches and weighs seven pounds wearing a tied red bow on top of her golden hair strands, like her mistress.

Bishee dresses in a short romper of bright red that matches her hair bow and a pair of matching thigh-high boots, staring with a smile at the audience of new and old enforcers inside the auditorium in silence.

Next to Bishee, her wedded husband Nalls stands tall and fat while staring with a grin at the rows of new and old enforcers that were winning the battle front inside each city-providence.

Nalls wears a long ankle-length robe of pure white hue of an obese elite that matches the pure white solid skin coat of his dog. A pair of solid white shoes also that matches the robe. Nalls possesses a tone of glowing white tinted skin all over his body but the face and the neck region. His face displays a black tinted skin and a head of cropped black tinted hair strands that also matched his male canine.

His dog is named Doug. The Smooth Fox Terrier dog breed possesses a playful, affectionate, fearless, intelligent, alert, and active doggie personality. The coat of dog is short and flat against the body and dense in a solid hue of pure white. The doggie skull consisting of the ears, the snout, the nose, the mouth, the lips, and the two eyeballs are solid black tint which is the unique genetic characteristic of the Smooth Fox Terrier breed, where its master matches also. Doug measures 15 inches in height and weighs 20 pounds which is fat like its master.

Doug looks down with the black tinted skull and then paws at the smooth tile hard surface with a soft yelp reflecting its doggie personality, since the dog breed has a bad habit of digging a small hole into the manicured lawn behind the Second Building while loudly barking with annoyance. The sound or the behavior does not bother its master Nalls.

In front of the audience of Enforcers, Taxe tosses both of his arms in the air with a nod and a smile and as his voice echoes through a set of special hidden speakers that are built into each wooden panel wall. Sparky softly barks out loud with excitement too. Taxe drops both arms down to his side with a smile and a nod. "Welcome, Enforcers! Thanks to each one of you for coming and participating with the late afternoon into the late evening Enforcer task. There are newbie enforcers within the new Enforcer family also. I am proud that you have chosen to become part of our Autocrat family. I understand that there are numerous new work jobs within the Third Family for all talented scientists and you have choice and chance to nurture and grow with our devoted and hard-working enforcer family too. And each one of the members of the Second Family is very grateful. Also, we are also receiving a set of new enforcers coming from the entire family unit and again my brother, my sister, and I are very grateful. Now, each newbie will not have to worry about the simple assignment for the evening. Now, please lift up and show me your personal photon weapon, which is vital with the work for tonight."

Each new or old Enforcer slowly lifts up and wiggles a photon weapon above their hair roots.

Taxe nods with a smile at the numerous wiggling weapons. "This is excellent. Replace your photon weapon back into storage for the moment. Now, each enforcer swiftly click-on your personal photon suit for both show and presentation into my eyeballs, which is part of your nightly assignment also. A photon suit is nothing but a vibration of the constant beams of moonlight ray and your personal body temperature heat. Now, right now and later tonight, the air temperature will stay very cool feeling and the moonlight rays will become very dull, so I expect to see hues of lower shades within the electromagnetic field of colors, such like, pale green to pale yellows to dull reds." Each Enforcer switched on the photon suit that blazed into light inside the dull auditorium lamps. Taxe nods with a smile. "This is excellent also. I see a working photon suit on each enforcer. You can keep your photon suit lighted. My speech will be short and sweet so we can get to our work tonight. The new assignment is divided into three groups, where any enforcer can quickly and easily learn to shoot a photon hand gun and then fire the weapon, killing one or more MUTTs. You will seek and search every home, every office, every store, and every school while looking for a MUTT. Then you will kill the MUTT.

"One group of Enforcers will be led by my blood-relative Second Sister Bishee. She's going to South city-providence to find and kill MUTTs. Another group of enforcers will be led by Second Brother Hox. He's going to the Southwest city-providence to kill MUTTs. I'm heading out to the shoreline of grass near the edge of the continent to take-on the pack of MUTTs. You are allowed to pick your Autocrat leader. Thank you and good luck!" Hox reaches down and grabbed, lifting up Sparky into the air, without illuminating its photon suit, standing upright with a grin. The dog cuddles inside his crossed arms. Hox slowly moves ahead through the crowd of Enforcers while shaking hands, nodding his head, whispering a set of encouraging words, and finally working his way toward the open archway of the auditorium. His brother Hox and his sister Bishee and their cuddled dogs does not wear an individual photon suit either and then follows behind the back spine on Taxe in silence.

Taxe disappears first with his family members and some of the Enforcers from the auditorium room, slowly dashing ahead toward one of the travel ships, inside the courtyard, in Science Building that will leave the congested capital providence of Authority and then land at the edge of the continent for the night time war battle with the MUTT pack.

In the third curved row of old and new Enforcers, the male possesses average height and weight with a head of blonde sandy colored hair, a pair of gray eyeballs, and a tone of coffee tinted skin, who is named Istach, wearing an orange tinted photon suit that covers up his natural skin and hair coloring. He continues to sit on top of the floor and then nods with a smile after hearing the new Enforcer assignment for the evening. Istach slowly stands upright from the floor. His companion dog stands upright also, sneering at some of the moving canines. Istach chuckles, "Easy, Rainbow! They're not going to harm me or you. Stay right beside with me, Rainbow!"

Rainbow is a German Shepherd breed dog, measuring 26 inches in height and weighs 95 pounds, wearing a black tinted bridle around a tan colored coat with a pair of black tinted ear points, a black colored muzzle and matching lips and mouth, which does not resemble a pretty neon-colored natural rainbow for any reason. A German Shepherd breed dog possesses an obedient, loyal, alert, active, confident, curious, and protective doggie personality.

Istach spins around and faces each individual family member in a colored photon suit and their individual dog that wears a photon suit also, slowly moving ahead and then stopped, squatting down in front of his family with a nod. Each family member scoots ahead and then forms a tight huddle around the head of the household Istach on the floor beside their dog. Each human wears a worried brow and stares at Istach in silence.

His middle-aged wife is named Yulee, with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on an average body frame, wearing a dark green tinted photon suit, staring at her husband Istach.

His sixteen-year-old older daughter is name Zodall, with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on an average body frame, wearing a yellow tinted photon suit, staring at her father Istach, sitting next to her mother in silence with a worried brow.

His seven-year-old son is named Schall, with a head of short cropped blonde sandy colored hair, a pair of gray eyeballs, and a tone of coffee tinted skin, wearing a pale green tinted photon suit, sitting on the other side of his mother Yulee.

His ten-year-old daughter is named Veon and looks like her mother Yulee and her older sister Zodall with a with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on a short body frame, wearing a red tinted photon suit, staring at her father Istach. She sits beside her younger brother Schall in silence with a worried brow.

Istach leans over with a smile and hugs each member of his family that accidentally clicks off the photon suit. If another piece of matter, such like, a log, a vehicle, a human hand touches the photon suit, then the suit deactivates back into the natural skin and hair color of the individual. A photon suit had been used to work around other materials for safety, not as a protection tool in war.

Istach pulls back with a nod and drops both of his arms down by his side, reaching down and pulls out the photon weapon, holding it next to his grin. "Is everyone afraid?" Each skull nods as each face continues to display a worried brow. The crowd of Enforcers moves around the standing family unit with their individual dog toward the open archway for a night of MUTT killings. Istach nods with a wicked grin to each family member. "Yes, I am, too."

"Yeah, me, too!" Veon turns with a confused brow to see the leaving Enforcers and their dogs inside the auditorium room. "Why am I here in the science building with the other enforcers, Dad? I'm only ten years old. I...I'm too young to be an enforcer," she returns back with the same frown to see her dad.

Istach nods with a smile. "That's a very good question, Veon. We are here because..."

"I know the answer, Dad." Seven-year-old son Schall sneers with furious and stares at his dad. "We're here, because we're going to kill some MUTT people. The MUTT people killed my best friend Darke and his last week. I hate the MUTT people. I hate them all. I wanna kill them all," he wears a pair of ripped and dark colored blue jeans, a blue colored short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of green and gold tinted cowboy boots. His photon weapon is stored inside his waistline at the moment.

Istach nods with a smile at his son Schall. "Yes, you are correct, Schall. And we are here because the Autocrats have been recruiting some additional citizens as a new set of enforcers with a photon weapon that can kill more of the MUTTs. The MUTT pack is roaming and running loose around every city-providence like a wild wolf for the precious blood of each Autocrat. So, we all will go with Second Brother Hox and his troop of enforcers. He's going to the southwest city-providence to kill all the MUTTs there tonight."

Ten-year-old black-haired Veon frowns. "That's a long, long ways from our home, Dad."

Istach nods with a grin to his daughter Veon. "Yes, you are correct, Veon. We're going as a family unit to a far, far away place for tonight, only. This will be the only time that we as a family will leave our home. Then we return and stay at our home, permanently."

Schall looks down with a puzzled brow and views his dog and then each other dog around the auditorium, returning back with a confused brow to see his dad. "Dad, why's the photon suit of my dog Wink colored in red? The other dogs are colored in other colors like blue, pale blue, orange, violet, and dark green. Each one of our dogs shows only a red-tinted photon suit. I wanna Wink to shine a photon suit of purple."

His dog is named Wink. Wink is a male Mudi dog breed that measures 19 inches in height and weighs 29 pounds wearing a curly gray matted fur with a curly tail. The Mudi possesses a clever, keen, active, protective doggie personality.

Istach looks down to see a red tinted photon suit on his dog Rainbow and then returns back to see that each family dog also wears a red tinted photon suit. He looks up with a worried brow and turns to see the other dog breeds that wears a different shade other than the hue of red. He quickly reaches down and slaps the hairy ear on Rainbow that holds a crystal earring. The red tinted photon suit clicks off on body of the dog. Istach looks up with a smile and a nod to see his son. "Well, Schall, we really aren't a tough gang of Enforcers. We only volunteered for this work assignment on this night, so our dogs only know how to exhibit a dull red hue of color, not a prettier one. That's all! The other Enforcers have been doing this thing longer than us during both the daylight and moonlight hours, so they have learned to manipulate the photon suit range on their dog..."

"I did not know that an owner could adjust a photon suit like that, Istach. How did you learn of that new information, dear?" Yulee gasps in shock.

Istach clears a throat with a chuckle. "At work, I had about that thing from one of my co-workers, Yulee."

Yulee frowns. "Well, I heard that there is a secretly hidden wing-ship, where tons of MUTTs are boarding. Wouldn't it be best to find and located the wing-ship and board it like a MUTT? Then, we could surprise all the MUTTs and then kill all of them there."

Istach clears a throat with a grin. "That is an excellent idea, Yulee. But the Second Family does not select that option tonight. So, we follow the current plan. Now, the plan is simple..."

"Dad!" Sixteen-year-old black-haired Zodall turns with a puzzled brow and scans the other Enforcers, who are swiftly leaving the auditorium space. She wears a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a brown colored short-sleeved shirt, a pair of white and red cowgirl boots, and a face of orange makeup. Her personal photon weapon is stored inside the side of her boot. "Where's my class mate and friend Fostoria? She is supposed to meet me here with her French Spaniel Birdie and then come with me and Candy on the MUTT hunt, tonight, also. That's what we call it, a MUTT hunt, to hunt down and kill all the MUTTs," she returns back with a confused brow to see her dad while patting on the skull of her dog.

Candy, her dog is a Jindo breed dog that measures 20 inches in height and 46 pounds in weight. A Jindo dog is bold, loyal, intelligence, faithful, and protective with its owner.

Zodall smiles. "And Candy is a Jindo dog, who is bred to guard the house. She'll do a fine job tonight, too." Candy is tall with a set of long legs and a red-tinted coat with a curled up tail.

Middle-aged blonde-haired Istach nods with a grin at his oldest daughter. "You are both correct and clever, Zodall. Now, each one of us is highly qualified to be an enforcer. Each one of us possesses the knowledge to use and can fire a photon weapon. You will use the photon weapon to kill the MUTT..."

"I'm scared, Dad," Veon shakes her curls with a frightened face. "I...I've practiced my gun for fun on a group of objects, but not on a real person, Dad."

Istach nods with a smile. "It is very easy, Veon. You aim the barrel at the chest or the belly of the MUTT. Then, you press the button. Then, the button releases one photon ion in the color that matches your photon suit. Then, the photon ion will hit the person in the chest and then the person will burn into flames. So, move away from the person, right after you fire the ion for your body safety."

Veon gasps, "That...that's too hard to remember, Dad."

Her mother Yulee leans over and touches the collar bone of her daughter with a nod. "Don't worry, Veon! You'll be performing with your dad during this evening's work task."

Istach nods with a stern face to each family member. "This is our only task that we are obliged for one time and one day, which is tonight. We will do this one time. Then we will be done with our enforcer task. Then, we will stay home and wait out the rest of the War." He reaches down into the pocket of the tan colored vest pulling out an object. He wears a pair of faded blue jeans, a green tinted short-sleeved shirt, a pair of old and polished red and gray tinted cowboy boots, and a sleeveless vest with a set of four pockets, two pockets near the upper arms, two pockets at the end of the fabric. His wife wears a similar tan colored vest also. He lifts up the device near a grin. "This is a MUTT detector device, that you will point at each person to find the MUTT fugitive inside each home within the assigned Authority providence," he points the device at his wide chest with a smile. "The devise is harmless to every person and every dog. It is shaped like a thin cylinder in silver tint. At one end of the cylinder, the smooth tip is made of solid clear glass. The glass tip illuminates in a dull color for your eyeballs only," he lifts the tip with a smile and stares at the color of red. Then he twists the device around for each face to see with a nod. "If the devise turns into the color of red, like me, then me, and the other person will be okay. But, if the devise turns into the color of green, then the person is a MUTT and then you..."

"Bang. Boom. Bong. Dead. Die. Death." Schall laughs with a nod and reaches down, patting the skull of his male dog, who is named Wink.

Istach nods with a smile. "The tip of the devise is red color for me. Now, I'll point the devise at each one of you, one at a time," he slowly points the tip of the device at his wife Yulee, his son Schall, his younger daughter Veon, and finally at his older daughter Zodall while showing the result to each family member also. He lifts the devise near a smile. "Do you see the hue color? Each one of us is not a MUTT person as the devise is colored in red tint. When the devise turns into the color of dull green, you have identified a MUTT person..."

"Bang! Boom! Die! Dead!" Schall nods with a laugh while continuing to pat his Mudi dog Wink.

Istach grins. "We go and find each MUTT person in teams..."

"No!" Zodall sneers. "I go alone with my faithful companion Candy. She'll protect me from the MUTT pack, Dad. And I wanna kill as many MUTTs for my dead boyfriend Ketter."

Istach nods with a smile, "All right! Zodall goes alone with her dog Candy and her working photon weapon for the final task tonight. You get a MUTT detector devise also," he leans over and places the cylinder-type devise inside her open palm with a nod, sitting upright and grabs a second MUTT detector devise from his uniform pocket.

"I wanna go alone, too." Ten-year-old Veon frowns and extends an open palm to her dad. "My best friend Bellpre is killed by the MUTTs a couple of weeks ago. I miss my friend Bellpre. The MUTTs killed all of his family and their dogs too. I wanna kill all the MUTTs too."

Istach exhales with worry. "Veon, you will accompany me. Schall will go with your mother," he leans down and hands off, releasing a MUTT detector device to his wife with a head nod.

Schall smiles with a nod. "Me and Wink wanna protect our mom. Me and Wink will go with our mom. Ain't that right, Mom?"

Yulee smiles with a nod at her son. "Right, Schall! I appreciate you and Wink's body protection, tonight, also." She wears a pair of faded blue jeans, a red colored short-sleeved shirt, a pair of old and polished green and brown cowgirl boots, and a tan colored vest which contains her photon weapon and the MUTT detector device.

Istach sits back with a stern face and reaches out, patting Rainbow, staring at his wife. "Can you do this, Yulee?"

Yulee reaches down with a stern face and pats her female dog that is named Doodle. Doodle is a Serbian Husky female dog breed, measuring 22 inches and 51 pounds of weight. A Serbian Husky dog possesses an active, friendly, happy, outgoing, intelligent doggie personality. Doodle wears a red tinted coat with a pair of ice-blue eyeballs.

Yulee sneers. "Yes, I can. The MUTT pack have killed the Barling family and their dogs including my friend Eudora last night. I'm mad. I'm angry. And I wanna hurt something. I wanna kill all the MUTTs tonight, also."

"All right!" Istach nods with a smile and then turns to see his oldest daughter. "Can you do this, Zodall?"

"Yeah, I am scared and worried and angry and mad and sad. I can kill all of the MUTTs tonight, Dad. The MUTT pack has been killing off some of my classmates and my personal friends at school with their family members and their dogs also. I hate the MUTTs. I wanna see them all die, die, die," Zodall nods with a sneer while continuing to pat her dog Jindo dog breed Candy. Candy continues to sneer while feeling the angry emotions of her mistress.

"Okay!" Istach nods with a grin and then turned to face his younger daughter. "Can you do this, Veon?"

Veon continues to pat the skull of her dog, who is named Cookie. Cookie is a Chinook female large dog breed, measuring 27 inches in height and 70 pounds in weight. A Chinook dog possesses a rowdy, fearless, and independent doggie personality. Cookie displays a light golden honey coat with a set of black markings on the ears and muzzle.

Veon exhales with worry. "I...I guess so, Dad. I...I'm going to be with you, right, Dad?" He nods in silence. "Yeah, I can do this. Me and Cookie can do this. Me and Cookie will kill the MUTTs, too."

"Okay." Istach nods with a grin and then turns to see his son. "Can you do this, Schall?"

"Yeah, Dad!" Schall nods with a sneer as Wink snarls with his owner regarding the upcoming MUTT hunt also. The young body snarls. "I hate the MUTTs. They're killing the innocent people like my classmates and my friends and my neighbors and the other people. I...I wanna rid the world of all the MUTTs."

"All right!" Istach exhales with worry. "Are we ready?"

"Yeah." Zodall nods with a grin.

"Yes." Yulee looks at her children with a worried brow.

"Okay." Veon nods with a worried brow.

"Yes, Dad!" Schall smiles at Istach.

Istach nods with a smile to each face. "We are ready, then. Well, it is our time, ya'll. I love each one of you. I'm so happy that my family has volunteered for this work task and each one of you are coming with me. I could do this work task alone, but I have my family members and my dogs with me. That, I'm grateful," he stands upright from the floor along with his German Shepherd companion dog Rainbow. Each family member stands upright from the floor with their companion dog, wearing a stern face of worry. Istach claps with a smile. "Okay! Let's go and get them," he back steps from the huddle with a nod and then dashes ahead with Rainbow, sounding out with an evil laughter while leading his family members. "Let's rush together as a family and get on-board the travel ship that is going to the southwest city-providence before the troops leave, without us." He disappears first out the auditorium space as his dog runs ahead, taking the lead of the party. The rest of his family members and their dogs followed behind his back spine.

Then, the set of doors of the auditorium slowly closes shut in silence, after all the warm bodies of humans and dogs have left the empty space.
CHAPTER SIX

Thirty minutes later...

South City-Providence

Dull sunlight and warm temperatures

16:33:09 hours/minutes/seconds (early evening)

Home location of the Autocrat citizen family:

Crear and his Border Collie dog breed Cupcake

his wife Lono and her Shetland Sheepdog dog breed Muffin

his son Melabar and his Jack Russell Terrier dog breed Jack

his daughter Broozh and her Havanese dog breed Gracie

The front door chimes with a loud fist knock, not the musical chime of soprano tone.

Inside the middle of the house, in the dining room at the table, the young six-year-old daughter Broozh with a head of golden blonde colored hair, a matching skin tone, and a pair of dark eyeballs scoots away the table with a smile. "I'll go and get the door, Mommy," she wears a golden colored jumpsuit over her body with a pair of naked feet, since it is suppertime, not playtime at home.

Her dog is a Havanese. A Havanese dog breed possesses a playful, affectionate, companionable, intelligent, gentle doggie personality. Her dog is named Gracie. Gracie measures 10 inches in height and eight pounds in weight. The dog coat is long and silky honey tone of gold and as the doggie face features a pair of dark eye, black tinted nose, and a pink tongue.

In the dining room chair, the older son Melabar chews the food while releasing a mouth of used particles across his food plate and the presses cloth tablecloth with a sour frown. "You don't get a door. You move toward the closed front door of wood and then stop and then open the door of wood." His dog is Jack Russell terrier with a solid coat of white and a brown tinted face mask of tan hue with a pair of dark eye and nose. Jack Russell terrier possesses a fearless, stubborn, intelligent, energetic, athletic, vocal doggie personality. The dog is named Jack and measures 15 inches in height and weighs 18 pounds.

Melabar possesses a tone of glowing skin with a cropped head of brown hair that is parted down with the middle with a set of dark tinted eyeballs as an average sized young child of ten years old wearing a jumpsuit of solid white that matched the white coat of Jack, his Jack Russell terrier.

"Stop annoying your sister, Melabar." Lono, the mother of Broozh and Melabar frowns at her son. She possesses a tone of white tinted skin, a pair of blue eyes, and a mop of hair strands in the twisted colors of blue and white, wearing a long gown of white and blue.

Her dog is named Muffin. Shetland Sheepdog dog breed possesses a white chest with a blue merle on the bridle, back spine, and rear legs with a partial face color of blue and white hairs with a pair of ice blue eye and a black tinted nose. The dog measures 16 inches in height and 27 pounds in weight. The Shetland Sheepdog breed exhibits a playful, affectionate, lively, loyal, intelligent, reserved, gentle, alert, active, strong doggie personality.

Melabar frowns. "Broozh, my sister is the one annoying me, Mom."

Six-year-old Broozh returns back and stands inside the archway of the dining room with a smile at the face of her father, "Daddy, somebody wants to see you."

Crear wipes the mouth and drops down the napkin with a smile. "All right, honey! Thank you for getting the door."

Melabar frowns. "Dad, you don't get a door. You open a door," he rolls the eyeballs, "Geez! Am I the only smart one here in this family?"

Lono frowns again at her son. "That is enough of your pointed opinion, Melabar. Continue to eat and finish your supper! You have some homework due for tomorrow, young man," she scoots from the table and stands upright from the chair with her dog.

Crear scoots back from the table with a smile and stands upright from the chair. His dog stands upright from the floor also waiting for her master in silence.

His female Collie breed dog measures 19 inches in height and weighs 30 pounds with a light body frame and a pointed snout. The Collie canine possesses an intelligence, responsive, keen, energetic, tenacious, and alert doggie personality. His dog is named Cupcake. Cupcake has a dark red coat of hair with a matching skull of red tint with a pair of blue eyes.

Crear is average height and weight possessing a head of dark red hair and a pair of blue eyes with a pink tinted skin tone which is sorta similar to his companion dog Cupcake. He and Cupcake spin around and face the entrance foyer, slowly moving ahead into the living room.

Lono and Muffin also moves ahead and leave the dining room, strolling into the living room and stopped a few feet behind her husband Crear and his dog while listening with intrigue.

Crear continues to stroll ahead with a hand wave at his coworker, who stands inside the archway of the front door, "Hey, Olag!" He stops and stands in front of the open archway with a nod and a smile at his coworker. "What are you doing here at my house, Olag? Does your wife know?"

Olag stands on top of the front porch with a grin and his dog Puli, who is named Putter.

Putter is a medium-sized Puli breed dog with a long and corded coat. The tight curls of the coat appear similar to a set of dreadlocks on the canine in the color of light gray hue. A Puli dog breed possesses an obedient, loyal, intelligent, agile, faithful, and energetic doggie personality.

Olag wears a solid light gray business suit with a jacket and a pair of trousers displaying a mop of light gray dreadlock that covers both of his eyebrows, his eyeballs, his nose holes, and his smile, which is similar to his dog. He also possesses a tone of light gray skin and a pair of dark eyeballs. He exhales with a sour frown. Crear cannot see the human frown but hears the laughter. Olag says. "Ha! Ha! You ain't funny. There's a new work meeting at the Science Building. The boss wants us back at work right now."

He frowns, "Right now! I'm eating my dinner, right now. Has something happened, right now?"

Olag laughs with a nod. "No! Nothing is happening. That's the main problem."

He laughs. "Ha! Ha! You ain't funny, either, Olag. Can't the boss wait until tomorrow morning? I promise to be at work, right then," he frowns.

Olag laughs with a nod. "Ha! Ha! You ain't funny, again, Crear. We gotta go back to work, right now. I drove my airship to your house. You can hitch a ride with me, if that's okay."

He nods with a smile, "Yeah. Yeah. It's alright with me. Let me say 'bye' to the family!" Crear back steps from the archway and spins around, hugging his wife Lono with a smile.

Lono frowns. "Dear, I'm worried. There have been more MUTT battles here in the city streets and near our neighbor houses."

Crear smiles. "Don't worry! Those are the Autocrat enforcers that are cleaning out each house of a MUTT and his or her MUTT family. I'm not worried. So, you don't be need to be worried, either. You stay here with our kids and help Melabar with his science homework tonight before bedtime. I'll be back in a few hours, I think. When the boss calls, I gotta go and see what the boss wants. I love you, Lono," he leaned over and hugged, pulling back with a smile.

Lono does not smile. "I love you, too, Crear."

Crear releases his wife Lono and spins around with a smile, dashing ahead toward the grounded silver tinted air-car that belonged to Olag for an evening meeting with his boss.
CHAPTER SEVEN

Ten minutes later...

Third Family

Third Daughter Wana and her Bichon Frise breed dog Precious

Third Sister Prig and her Chihuahua breed dog Tater

and her wedded female mate Jeemar and her Lhasa Apso breed dog Aurora

Third Brother Vollen and his Pomerania breed dog Biscuit

and his wedded male mate Urib and his Shih Tuz breed dog Dummie

Third Building location

Audio visual room setting

Dull moonlight and warm temperatures

16:46:55 hours/minutes/seconds (early evening)

Scientist Crear and his Border collie Cutie

Scientist Rend and her Bulldog Junket

Scientist Imbro and her Mexican Hairless dog Gushy

Scientist Quaff and her Basset hound dog Funk

Crear swiftly dashes down an empty hallway of solid metal wall of red hue inside the Third Building, where all the scientists work and learn about new scientific ideas. He rushes with a smile beside his co-worker Olag, turning the wall corner, moving into the audio visual room.

The room is extremely large in the shape of a perfect square. Each wall is indented with a set of three individual spaces that occupies an individual space of three bare walls and a solid metal plate on the bottom of each section, where a single hologram picture holds an image or a set of data or an entertainment program with a group of musical songs and volumes of vocal sounds.

In the center of the room, there is a slightly elevated rounded platform which contains a round shaped table of metal. Around the edge of the metal table, there is a pod which contains one human chair, that is nicely padded in the hue of black and a smaller seat for the dog. A total of twenty twin pods stand around the outside of the conference table and faces each wall, where a meeting views the information on one or all of the metal screens.

Usually, the hologram plate holds an image or pieces of information while the table of workers discusses the topics, without looking at each other's face.

Crear halts with a sour frown in silence.

Each hollowed out indentation contains an active and colorful different hologram showing each one of the last twelve battle campaigns of the Autocrats against the MUTT.

Each hologram displays a line of wooden yachts and a line of advancing MUTTs with their mutt dog moving into each yacht.

Crear had seen all twelve battle campaigns this afternoon, this morning, yesterday, the day before yesterday going backwards to the first Autocrat battle campaign, where the Autocrat fighters lost and then died in plumes of colorful fires. His job is to search for a solution, which ends the MUTT war, where he has been unsuccessful today. However, he is back at work for some reason.

He exhales with a huff of frustration and slowly strolls inside the room, without giving a head nod of acknowledgement to each worker as the sour face of each worker faces one of the wall sections, not the open archway.

The conference table is a round shaped object, where each worker is equal with both thoughts and opinions for solving a minor or a major problem.

Currently, the major problem is the MUTT War with the mysterious pack of MUTTs, where no other Autocrat has anticipated the creation of the new breed of humans.

On one side of the table faces the side of three sets of indented wall sections that shows the seventh, eighth, and ninth Autocrat battle campaign, where Third Daughter Wana is the head Autocrat of the Third Family and in charge of the science building and all the working scientists. She sits inside the middle twin pod beside an empty smaller seat, where her dog Precious usually sleeps or sits or stays. Wana possesses a tone of pale glowing skin of white, a pair of blue eyes, and a head of round-shaped hair of white hue that matches her dog. She wears a short dress of solid white with a pair of flat shoes.

Her dog is named Precious. Her Bichon Frise has a solid white furry coat without pattern with a skull of rounded mop of furry hair measuring 10 inches in height and weighs 12 pounds. A Bichon Frise possesses a playful, affectionate, gentle, feisty, cheerful, and sensitive doggie personality.

Precious joins the other playful dogs on top of the hard surface that is lowered than the elevated platform conference table and the individual hologram pads, where a dog cannot jump onto the pad and then become electrified from the live electricity currents.

Inside her own twin pod on the other side of her older sister Wana, Third Sister Prig wears a body tone of black tinted skin, a pair of black tinted eyeballs, and a face of pale white. Her pair of eye sockets is surrounded with a black mask which matches her tiny Chihuahua dog's tiny face. She is dresses in a one-piece solid pink jumpsuit with a pair of black tinted long fingernails and a pair of red tinted lips.

Her Chihuahua displays a solid black coat with a black tinted mask around the two eyeballs with a white tinted mouth and lips. His name is Tater and measures in height at six inches and weighs four pounds. A Chihuahua breed dog possesses a devoted, lively, courageous, alert, and quick doggie personality.

Tater wears a pink tinted sweater over its naked body and runs around the hard surface with the other dogs having some fun while her mistress worries about work and the war.

In his own twin pod with an empty side chair, Third Brother Vollen wears a long gown of black and orange tinted fabric patches that matched his head of long hair down which is parted down the middle and then extends down onto the collar bone that is tinted in orange and black patches also, a tone of black skin, and a pair of brown eyes. His hair strands match his black and orange colored Pomeranian breed dog.

The dog's name is Biscuit. Biscuit is a small bred dog that is eight inches in height and weights five pounds. A Pomeranian breed dog displays a playful, intelligent, friendly, sociable, active, and extroverted doggie personality.

Biscuit races around the hard surface playfully chasing after the other small breed dogs expressing pleasure with a set of tiny yelps of fun.

Beside the twin pod of Prig, her wedded mate is named Jeemar without a title, but an elite, not a worker within the Authority community.

Jeemar sits inside an empty twin pod while her dog chases around the other canines. She owns a Lhasa Apso breed dog with the name Aurora.

Aurora measures ten inches in height and weights twelve pounds mostly of long silky hair of red tint with a face of white markings. The hair roots are split down the middle showing the long lengths of red tinted hair around the white furry face. A Lhasa Apso breed dog possesses a playful, devoted, obedient, lively, fearless, intelligent, assertive doggie personality.

Jeemar watches the interactive hologram wearing a short red tinted dress with a pair of red heeled sandals, a head of red tinted hair that split down the middle which matched Aurora, a face of white skin tone with a pair of dark eyeballs. She doesn't have anything to contribute to the conservation as she is only an invited guest and usually follows her wedded mate Prig around the office, the house, and the bedroom with silence pleasure.

On the other side of Vollen, his webbed mate Urib occupies a twin pod, without his dog.

Urib is a tall and skinny male wearing a head of blue tinted cropped hair and a face with full beard that shows a pair of blue eyeballs, representing the guest and companion role to his mate Vollen. He wears a presses suit of blue with a short jacket, a pair of matching trousers, and a pair of blue tinted shoes.

His female dog displays a short body of long silky blue tinted hair with a curled up tail and a set of black tinted facial features on the nose, the mouth, and the lips. The top of the canine's skull shows a cropped head of blue tint hair that matches her doggie coat. A Shih Tuz breed dog possesses a playful, affectionate, happy, spunky, gentle, courageous doggie personality. His dog is named Dummie. Dummie measures ten inches in height and weights twelve pounds.

"Hey, Dummie!" The Shih Tuz dog, that is named Dummie, spins around with its pink tongue and then stares at her owner. Urib laughs out loud and points down at his dog. "Do you see? She comes, when her name is called." Urib and his mate Vollen laughs with amusement while waiting for the start of the business meeting.

A few twin pods down below Urib, one of the scientists, who is named Rend, looks down with a stern face and fiddles with the console board that is built into the tray of her twin pod. The smaller seat is empty also.

Her dog is named Junket. Junket is a bulldog breed dog with a solid coat of chocolate brown over the entire body but on its four paws of white tint, exhibiting a bobbed tail and a pair of black tinted eyeballs. A bulldog measures 15 inches in height and weighs 45 pounds of breed with a pair of strong drooling jaws, a set of sharp pointy teeth, and an ugly face that only his owner can love. The bulldog has a docile, willful, friendly, and gregarious doggie personality.

Rend is a short and squat mature adult with a square face of brown tinted skin, a cropped head of brown hair, and a pair of brown eyeballs that matched her dog. She wears a brown tinted pant suit with a pair of white shoes. Junket enjoys chasing after each one of the tiny toy dogs and then sniffs a perfumed butthole with delight as his mistress works on the problem with the war.

A few twin pods below Rend, another scientist, who is named Quaff, sits beside an empty seat, where her dog plays with the rest of the friendly canines on the hard surface of the conference room.

Quaff is an elderly obese female with a head of long brown hair, a pair of brown eyes, wearing a business suit of solid black with a white blouse which is similar to her dog, who is named Funk.

Funk is a Basset Hound dog breed, with a set of short legs, a pair of floppy brown tinted ears, a set of dopey eyeballs, and a coat of split half black on top and half white on bottom. He is overweight like his mistress at 70 pounds and measures 14 inches in height. A Basset Hound breed dog possesses a playful, ongoing, tolerant, friendly doggie personality.

Quaff also looks down with a stern face and fiddles with the console board on top of her pod tray for the new evening business meeting, which is trying to end the MUTT War with the MUTT pack. Funk moves a few inches ahead of her mistress and then plops down on top of a flexible dog house which is located at the feet of each owner.

In front of the twin pod, an individual dog house can collapse down, when the dog wants out of the shelter. Or the house will lift upright and cover the dog that can sleep or watch the interaction play or fight on top of the hard surface with the other active dogs. Each dog plays together, until one of the feisty and exhaustive canines becomes too hungry or too tired. Then, the owner has to leave the business meeting and attends to the issue with their dog.

On the other side of Jeemar, the third scientist is named Imbro sitting inside a twin pod with a toy dog inside the side chair. Imbro is a petite female with a tiny body frame and a bald head without a strand of individual hair. Her entire body is genetically altered and then displayed in the color hue of dark gray like her dog.

Her dog is named Gushy. Gushy is a Xoloitzcuintlit or Mexican Hairless canine breed which possesses an intelligent, protective, cheerful, alert, calm, and companionable doggie personality. Her Xolo canine displays a dark gray coat of hairless skin and measures ten inches in height and weights five pounds.

Gushy continues to sit on top of the padded seat and watches the other dogs that play around the hard surface. Her mistress fiddles with the console board on the tray in silence with a stern face.

Crear moves ahead with his coworker and then stops, sliding down into an empty twin pod at the opposite end of the table and away from Wana and her relatives, gently slapping both hands onto the empty tray. Each tray activates by touching on a side panel of colored buttons. Then, a hologram keyboard appears on top of the empty tray which allows a worker to type information onto the hologram pad. He stares at the second Autocrat campaign while watching the pack of MUTTs continues to beat and then defeats all the Autocrat fighters into death, again, for some reason. He reaches over and grabs, lifting a pair of ear bugs into each eardrum, where the tiny round shaped devise allows communication between the set of humans as the huddle of dogs continues to play fight and loudly yelp and then nip at each other's doggie body parts.

Olag slides down into the twin pod next to Crear and stares with a smile through the light gray dreadlocks at the three interactive holograms on each screen in silence. He slips on a pair of ear bugs for the new business meeting also into each eardrum. His dog Putter joins the rest of the dogs on the hard surface running around with fun while his master works.

On the opposite end of the conference table, Wana stares with a stern face at the active eighth campaign on the forward screen in front of her twin pod and reaches down pressing a new button.

The elevated platform inside the conference room slowly ascends a few inches up in the air from the foundation. Then, the elevated platform very slowly rotates in a clockwise position moving around the room while a pair of eyeballs view one of the hologram pods.

This method allows each scientist to view each hologram pod, in case, of a different hologram image that needs during the business meeting.

The twin pod, with Wana, slowly rotates around the room space and moves ahead towards the next hologram pad and as her eyeballs view the ninth Autocrat campaign, on the next hologram pad. She says into the ear bug with a stern face. "Thank you for coming back to the work place. I really appreciate your devoted and dedicated work time. Without further delay, I will present scientist Quaff. She had found something of interest and intrigue that will aid us in ending the war with the gang of nasty MUTT humans. Quaff, go ahead and tell us your new discovery!"

The twin pod with Quaff slowly shuffles around the room to the next hologram pad and as she reaches down and taps on the console board. The twelve different holograms stop working and then display one single stationary hologram.

The new hologram shows a female standing in the bright sunlight wearing a mint green photon suit over her body, staring at the war action on the front line.

Quaff nods. "I am going to focus my attention on this female inside the hologram."

Modish slowly stood upright and spun around to see the beautiful healthy grass, wiping off the sweat from her pale-tinted forehead and the long black-colored hair strands from her single earlobe. She reached over and tapped a crystal earring.

She continued to stand in place and stared into the ocean waves softly whistling with her distinct voice three times into the air.

Inside the hologram room, the twin pod with Vollen slowly shuffles around the room to the next hologram, seeing the still hologram image, inside the ninth hologram pad. "Where does this recorded historical footage of the last war campaign come from?"

Quaff continues to rotate around the room and smiles at the same hologram image on the eight hologram pad. "One of the yacht owners had recorded the start of the war, before her person and her family and her dog and her yacht died in both fright and defeat. The footage had taken hours and hours to return back to my hologram pad from last night, on this morning. Now, I am going to..."

Prig continues to rotate around the room and frowns at the still hologram also inside the next hologram pad. "Why are we focusing on this nameless MUTT female? I don't know this nameless MUTT female. I don't know any nameless MUTT male or female or dog. Does anyone else know this nameless MUTT female?"

The twin pod with Quaff continues to slowly rotate around the square-shaped room and views the next hologram pod with a still image and as she remains unruffled and smiles at the hologram, saying into the ear bug, where each scientist could hear her words, not each dog. "The name of the female does not matter. The point is that the MUTT female wears a colored photon suit of mint green..."

"Geez!" Vollen continues to rotate around the room and frowns at the still hologram image inside the next hologram pod while saying into the ear bug to each scientist and visiting guest. "We are all scientists here. We all know that a photon suit is nothing but a vibration of the sunrays and the body heat. If you swim in the ocean waters, you will encounter a wave. An ocean wave is a disturbance in the field, resulting from a vibration, coming from the water and the earth's crust. The vacuum energy comes from her crystal earring in her left earlobe which has been gathered up all the surrounding natural sunlight around and between her upright biological causing a chemical reaction. Then, the energy swiftly interacts with her personal body heat temperature, creating both a vertical and a horizontal vibration shield. The visual vibration shield surrounds her body while producing a photon suit in the color of mint green. The mint green tinted photon suit is really an electromagnetic field, where an electromagnetic wave and an array of individual radiation particles had engulfed body without harming the human female, since the frequency is too low for any bodily damage."

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and presses a new button with a stern face watching the hologram move in motion.

On top of the placid pale blue ocean waters, an Autocrat fleet of mismatched small sailing yachts swiftly soared over the smooth waves underneath the bright sunlight and then crashed down into the shoreline of shallow water.

An array of upright bodies painted in a colorful photon suit also jumped off each wooden deck and soared down into the salt water as each photon suit modified into the color of red hue.

Each Autocrat fighter dashed ahead with a sneer blasting a photon discharge down toward the grass and at the array of broken lines that contained an individual MUTT and their mutt dog.

Inside the hologram room, Quaff continues to rotate around the space and says into her ear bug. "Crear, please, describe to all the scientists! What your pair of acute eyeballs see on each one of the hologram nets?"

On the opposite end of the conference table, the twin pod with Crear continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pod and as he exhales with a huff of annoyance, "Uh! Okay. A line of sailing ratty old wooden yachts stops in the water, before the white tinted sandy beach shoreline. Each Autocrat fighter stands on top of the wooden deck and then jumps down into the water with a photon hand gun."

Quaff continues to rotate and exhales with a stern face at the still hologram image in the next hologram pad. "Yes, that is correct. A line of wooden yachts halt in the water for the fight with each Autocrat fighter. Then, the fighter jumps off the boat and lands down into the water. Crear, tell everyone! What happens next?"

Crear continues to rotate on top of the table and frowns at the same still hologram image in the next hologram pad, "Uh! Each Autocrat fighter slowly struggles ahead in the shallow water, when a mutt dog attacks and then kills each one of the Autocrat fighters."

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance. "Yes, that is correct, also."

"What is your point on the storyline here, scientist Quaff? I see the image with my pair of eyeballs, also. I don't hear the image, without sound, also. I don't understand with my neurons also," Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad with the same image and laughs with amusement.

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance. "A line of wooden Autocrat yachts halt in the ocean water for the upcoming MUTT battle fight with each Autocrat fighter. Then, each Autocrat fighter jumps off the boat and lands down into the ocean water. Then, the colorful photon suit on the Autocrat turns into the hue of dull red. Does anyone notice the change in the photon suit from the original color into dull red?"

Vollen continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance. "Of course, we did. And we do and we see. The image is painted on the hologram net. It's right there in front of our rotating eyeballs with a set of numb neurons."

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance also. "Each photon suit is based on the heat exchange between the biological body and the rays of bright sunlight. If the human body possesses a low amount of heat, then the photon suit exhibits a lower amount of energy particles, as well. On the electromagnetic spectrum, the highest energy field is the color of purple. The lowest hue within any energy field is the color of red."

"I know that. You know that. We all know that. We are each a scientist, too, Quaff." Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance.

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance, also, reaching down and presses a new button. "Now, I am changing each hologram net and displaying all twelve of the defeated Autocrat campaigns coming from a bird's eyeball view, instead of the ground view."

All twelve hologram pads show the same image with different timing components and without audible sound for analysis.

On top of the placid pale blue ocean waters, an Autocrat fleet of mismatched small sailing yachts swiftly soared over the smooth waves underneath the bright sunlight and then crashed down into the shoreline of shallow ocean water.

An array of upright bodies of Autocrats painted in a colorful photon suit also jumped off each wooden deck and landed down into the salt water as each photon suit modified into the color of red hue.

Each photon suit in red hue on an Autocrat fighter dashed ahead through the water firing a photon discharge down toward the grass and at the array of broken lines that contained an individual MUTT and their mutt dog.

Then, each Autocrat fighter slowly struggled ahead toward the shoreline in the shallow water when a vile and vicious mutt dog leaped up from the soil and then attacked and finally killed each one of the Autocrat fighters.

Inside the hologram room, Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and as her ear bug picks up the soft moans from each working scientist. She exhales with annoyance at the same image and stops the motion of the hologram. "We all see the same line of solid red thing. Each photon suit of every single Autocrat has changed from the original hue into a dull red tine. Can a scientist explain why?" Each scientist continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad with the same image in silence. Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with frustration. "The average temperature of the ocean waters at the end of our continent of Authority has been documented at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, which is very cool. The average temperature of human body is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, which is very warm. Warm and cool temperatures mix and then create a slightly cooler temperature with a wordy explanation. A mathematical explanation, 80 plus 98.6 equal the number of 178.6 which can be divided by the number two for the final results of 89.3 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 10 percent loss body heat."

Each rotating scientist gasps in alarm while staring at the still image of the solid line of Autocrat fighters.

Quaff continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles with excitement. "As each fighter drops down from the heated surface of the yacht and then lands down into the shallow ocean water. The cool shallow water immediately changes the body temperature of the Autocrat fighter into 89.3 degrees Fahrenheit which in morphs the photon suit into the hue of red, which loses ten percent of loss body heat."

Crear continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! We just now figured this problem out."

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad smiles at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying into her ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! We just now figured out this problem. The MUTT pack leader or leaders are really smarter than we or us or you, Wana. So, what do we do to fix this issue, non-smarter scientists?"

Wana continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and clears a throat with a sour frown of frustration. "The solution is simple here. Each Autocrat fighter will stay on top of the heated surface of the yacht and inside the hot air waves, where the photon suit will remain the origin hue to fight each MUTT warrior."

Vollen continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! Is that really going to work, Wana? I don't think the MUTT warriors with agree with your Autocrat decision."

"The point is to kill each MUTT warrior on the ground with a flying photon discharge coming from the boat deck while saving the precious life of an Autocrat, where the Autocrat morality rate has been documented at hundred percent," Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram image.

Wana continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles at the still hologram image. "Now, we have the solution to win and eventually stop the MUTT War."

Bald headed, petite Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and looks down with a smile at the console board on her tray and then the hologram image. "Hold that thought, Wana! I wanna compliment my fellow scientist Quaff. She has supplied with the same footage coming from the dead yacht owner in the twelfth and final Autocrat campaign, this morning. You are viewing a selected section of the hologram scene on the pad set for thinking analysis." Each net on the hologram pad changes and then moves in motion.

Molt raced ahead of the other pack dogs on her row with Modish lagging behind, still wearing the red tinted photon suit while glowing in the bright sunlight and then leaped into the air with a sneer.

The dog crashed down into the ocean water slamming into an upright Autocrat female fighter that wore a color of bright red also, deactivating her photon suit, which had exposed her delicate human flesh and hidden tender human bones.

The doggy collision also caused Molt's photon suit to deactivate and then exposed his black furry canine body frame.

Inside the hologram room, Vollen continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Why am I looking at a mutt dog? I don't wanna look a mutt dog. I know what a mutt dog looks like. It looks and acts like a mutt dog," he laughs.

Short and squat female Rend with a square face of brown tinted skin, a cropped head of brown hair continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles at the moving hologram image. "The breed is known as a Newfoundland dog. The mammal really is a sweet dog, who loves all small young and innocent children. The dog is naturally gentle and friendly with children as well as protective. The Newfoundland really is a natural-born babysitter..."

"A natural-born killer, you mean to clarify, Rend," Vollen laughs with the other scientists. "That large and strong dog grabbed and then jerked the arm right off our young Autocrat fighter into death. I have seen this too many times before. Ain't that right, Third Daughter Wana?"

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and looks down with a smile at the console board on her tray and then looks up to see the hologram image. "Hold your thought, again, Wana! I am placing a new hologram image coming from the first Autocrat campaign." Each hologram net changes into a new image which moves with action.

On top of the placid pale blue ocean waters, an Autocrat fleet of mismatched small sailing yachts swiftly soared over the smooth waves underneath the bright sunlight and then crashed down into the shoreline of shallow ocean water.

An array of upright bodies of Autocrats painted in a colorful photon suit also jumped off each wooden deck and landed down into the salt water as each photon suit modified into the color of red hue.

**Each photon suit in red hue on an Autocrat fighter dashed ahead through the water firing a photon discharge down toward the grass and at the array of broken lines that contained an individual MUTT and their mutt dog.**

Then, each Autocrat fighter in red hue of photon particles slowly struggled ahead toward the shoreline in the shallow water, when a vile and vicious mutt dog leaped up from the soil and then attacked and finally killed each one of the Autocrat fighters.

An Autocrat dog in a blue tinted photo suit leaped off the deck on the wobbling yacht and then raced across the grass advancing ahead toward one of the MUTT warriors. The MUTT warrior wore a yellow colored photon suit.

On each side of the running Autocrat dog, a row of mutt dogs in a red-tinted photon suit raced ahead toward one single yacht and then skidded to a halted.

Each mutt dog in a red tinted photon protection suit spun around and then chased after the tail of the solo Autocrat dog that wore a blue tinted photon suit.

Then, the row of mutts collided as one onto the solo Autocrat dog as each photon suit deactivated. Then, the natural coat of each dog was exposed.

A Toy Poodle dog breed in black-tinted coat, a tiny Chihuahua dog breed in tan-tinted coat, and a Yorkshire Terrier dog breed in black and tan tinted coat, all three canines leaped up in the air and then landed on the long back spine of a grey and white-coated Great Dane.

Each tiny mutt dog reached down and bit into the soft exterior skin, chewing on the flesh, working as a unit, ripping off the forward limb at the shoulder joint on the Autocrat canine.

Then, the wounded and howling great big Great Dane dog dropped down on the grass without a limb, crying out in pain, spilling its blood proteins over the white tinted soil and yelled in terror and then eventually stopped yelling and finally permanently died underneath the three mutt dogs.

Inside the hologram room, Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "Why are we staring at a pack of mutt dogs? I don't understand this, Imbro."

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance at the hologram image. "What do you see, scientist Crear?"

Crear continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "Uh! The Autocrat dog is killed by a pack of vicious mutt dogs."

Rend continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles at the still image of the hologram, saying into her ear bug. "Are we analyzing the photon suit and the life form of a canine now? The average temperature of a dog is 101 to 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit, when body temperature is compared to a human. The human body temperature range is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. Much like a human or me, a dog's temperature may rise or drop for a variety of reasons, such like, infection, shock, inflammation, the external temperature, vaccinations or eating a toxin mushroom. If a dog's temperature falls below 99 degrees Fahrenheit or rises above 104 degrees Fahrenheit, you have a very serious situation with your dog. If the dog is hypothermic or possesses a low temperature grade, the dog will experience the following medical symptoms, such like, lethargy, shivering, stiffness, stupor or decreased activity of fun with the rubber gray tinted ball, like Dummie is doing. If the dog is too hot, the dog will experience hypothermia with the signs of excessive panting, lethargy, red gums, or touch to the coat or skin. However, each one of the Autocrat dogs is holding the original color tone of its photon suit very well under these extreme conditions, when the Autocrat dog overall is compared to its owner, an Autocrat. So, you can really apply the math formula to the canine test like you can with a human, when the oceans water changes the body temperature. And the canine does not leap down in the cold ocean waters but soars in the air and then lands on top of the warm grass. How am I doing here, Imbro?"

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the still hologram image. "Terrible, Rend! How is possible for a team of three tiny mutt dogs, which consist of a Toy Poodle, a Chihuahua, and a Yorkshire Terrier breeds able to beat up and then eat up a largest Great Dane canine breed. The three mutt dogs weigh a total of 16 pounds, when the three small mutt dogs are compared to the male Great Dane, where they had attacked and then killed an Autocrat canine that had weighed 133 pounds. The Autocrat dog is 87 percent bigger, meaner, and heavier than those three mutt dogs. Who can explain that doggie death, to me?"

Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "The three mutt dogs came up from behind and attacked the poor Autocrat dog in a surprise and stunned move which caused the dog to have a canine heart attack that stopped the pumping heart. The dog is obviously elderly and is in sick health to become an Autocrat war dog. That is the only medical doggie explanation."

Silence fills the room and as the platform continues to slowly rotate around the space.

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and looks down with a smile at the console board on her tray and then up to see the hologram image. "I'm replacing all the twelve Autocrat campaigns on each hologram pad."

Each hologram net changes into a new image which moves with action showing the sequence at different time intervals.

On top of the placid pale blue ocean waters, an Autocrat fleet of mismatched small sailing yachts swiftly soared over the smooth waves underneath the bright sunlight and then crashed down into the shoreline of shallow ocean water.

An array of upright bodies of Autocrats painted in a colorful photon suit also jumped off each wooden deck and landed down in the salt water as each photon suit modified into the color of red hue.

Each photon suit in red hue on an Autocrat fighter dashed ahead through the water firing a photon discharge down toward on the grass and at the array of broken lines that contained an individual MUTT and their mutt dog.

Then, each Autocrat fighter in red hue of photon particles slowly struggled ahead toward the shoreline in the shallow water, when a vile and vicious mutt dog leaped up from the soil and then attacked and finally killed each one of the Autocrat fighters.

Then, the two opposing lines of MUTT warriors and Autocrat soldiers rushed ahead over the grass at each other while firing a set of photon ions into the air which landed on top of the grass, instead of a life form.

A second line of mutt dogs led the MUTT warriors first. Then, the line of mutt dogs collided with either an Autocrat soldier or an Autocrat canine and then produced a permanent dead body for the Autocrat.

Inside the hologram room, Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance at the hologram image. "What do you see, scientist Crear?"

Crear continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Uh! A mutt dog runs ahead of the MUTT warrior and then kills either an Autocrat fighter or the Autocrat canine."

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and exhales with annoyance at the hologram image. "Yes, that is correct. What else do you see, scientist Crear?"

Wana continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and gasps at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "I don't believe this. I can't believe I missed this. Each MUTT dog wears a red tinted photon suit that has fought in each Autocrat campaign at the location of White Sandy Peninsula. Do you see this, Prig and Vollen? I didn't see this before."

Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "Each dog and its owner fighter always wear a photon suit. It is a war time. They are fighting fang-to-fang with each other. The doggie photon suit offers some but not much protection during wartime also. The same explanation is say for each one of our Autocrat fights, also."

Vollen continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles down at the huddle of playful dogs on the floor, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "Contract to scientific belief, a canine can see a color tone, which is composed of blues, yellow, and grays. I know that. You know that. The dog knows that. But, Imbro does not know that," he laughs with the other scientists.

Imbro exhales with a puff of annoyance. "Yes, that is correct. A dog can see a limited spectrum of color, such like, dark blue, light blue, gray, light yellow, dark yellow, violet tint, and very dark grey. The eyeballs of both people and dogs possess a set of special light-catching cells, which are called cones, that response to color. Dogs naturally possess fewer cones than a human which suggests that their eyesight of color is not as rich as ours. It is not just the cone trait in seeing the colors of red and green. Each cone must be turned onto a different wavelength of light for eyeball vision. A human has three different kinds of cones, where the combined three cones give a human their full range of color vision from hues to tints to colors. A long time ago, when a human only possessed two of the three cones, the human was known as a colorblind person, specifically not seeing the colors of red and green hues..."

"O!" Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and laughs at the still hologram in front of her twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "My doggie, your doggie, his doggie, her doggie, and their doggie possess a trait of colorblindness. A dog is a dog, of course."

Rend continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and smiles at the still image of the hologram. "A non-talking and non-thinking dog enjoys running around the room, the yard, the park, and the open space, which is filled with numerous colored balls or colored discs or colored play toys, and then slaps its furry paw into each one for fun. When a vicious mutt dog attacks another dog, the dog is usually surprised and then stunned, which could result in a doggie death. You are not making any sense, Imbro. Are we finished here, Wana? We have solved the problem. Each Autocrat fighter needs to maintain the origin hue of the photon suit."

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "The tint of red is difficult to see through the eyeballs of a canine. It appears as a very dark blob of rich black. So, if an object is red hue, the dog will not see the moving or stationary red colored object. The dog will actually run passed a red tinted stationary object, without realizing the object is there for play or battle. This is reason for each Autocrat dog is getting killed, without a fighting chance. The Autocrat dog is not scared or stubborn or stupid, the dog is not seeing the red or green tinted object. In battle, a red color of an electromagnetic wave covers each mutt dog. Now, Autocrats, I have identified the problem. How do we fix this, my fellow smarter scientists?"

Crear continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and frowns at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! We just now figured out this new problem."

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad smiles at the hologram in front of her twin pod, saying into her ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! We just now figured out this new problem. The MUTT pack leader or leaders are really smarter than we or us or you, Wana. So, what do we do to fix this new issue, my fellow smarter scientists?"

Wana continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and clears a throat with a sour frown of frustration. "The solution is very clear and simple here, again. Each Autocrat fighter will adjust the electromagnetic setting dial on his or her individual canine earring, which is worn on the dog's ear tip, where the photon suit is colored in red or green..."

Crear gasps in alarm and then whispers through the ear bug to the other scientists, while rotating around the room inside the twin pod. "What's wrong with your brain or your logic, Third Daughter Wana? A canine dog has always and will always be colorblind within their pair of doggie eyeballs to the hue tone of reds and greens, because of their limited two receptor cones, unlike a human or even a butterfly. Our scientific knowledge has not expanded the two-receptor cones into more receptor cones for any dog. Any novice scientist knows that."

Wana exhales with annoyance. "I know that, scientist Crear. However, there is something strange about the White Sandy Peninsular. As clearly shown from each spying camera on a sinking and finally sunken Autocrat yacht, each mutt dog does not have an issue with wearing a red-tinted photon protection suit over its body or in front of its eyeballs, which would usually colorblind their pair of doggie eyeballs from the masked hue tones or red and green. As a matter of fact, each mutt dog glows only inside a red-tinted photon protection suit."

Rend frowns. "Where is the scientific logic within that unnatural canine fact, Wana?"

Wana smiles. "I'm going out and hanging by my toes on a single tree limb here. The hot air temperature plus the heated bright sunlight enhances the mechanics of the limited two-receptor cones inside each mutt dog there on top of the unusual piece of land, within the continent of Authority. No Autocrat human with their companion dog would ever visit and then lounge down there at the warm waters on the ocean due to the high humid moist climate, the extremely heated air, and the bright and hot sunshine for any foolish reason. So, there is not a scientific logic to my madness. It is perfectly clear that all the earth elements of heat, sunlight, and temperature has somehow and someway altered each mutt dog based on each successful battle fight, where we lose and they win. Thus, when our next pack of brave and bold Autocrat dogs land on top of the heated landscape, wearing a red tinted protection photon suit, each mutt dog will not see each Autocrat dog, until our canine dies from a mouth of sharp fangs on each mutt canine. Then, each Autocrat dog will be able to swiftly kill off the mutt dog and finally achieve our long and sought-after first victorious battle fight."

Silence invades the room.

Wana continues to rotate around the room with a smile. "And each Autocrat human will safely stay put on top of their yacht and then swiftly fire from the deck of the boat, instead of running ahead over the flat grass into death with a MUTT human. And each Autocrat dog will win the day and finally end the continuous and long MUTT War."

Vollen continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and laughs at the hologram in front of his twin pod, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists, "Geez! Is that really going to work, Wana?"

Prig continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and turns with a gasp to see the nose profile of her older sister Wana, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "You need to contact Taxe immediately on his wing-ship. All of his Autocrat fighters and their companion canines are sailing on-board a fleet of numerous yachts, swiftly traveling down toward the edge of the continent for a midnight surprise battle fight with the MUTTs. Taxe needs this new information communicated to each fighter, adjusting the canine photon protection suit into either red or green hue for the next battle fight. Then, we'll finally kill off each MUTT and their mutt dog and then win the MUTT War."

Each Autocrat tosses both arms into the air with a set of loud cheers in happiness and as each dog continues to play on top of the hard surface in canine contentment.
CHAPTER EIGHT

Fifteen minutes later.....

Den (nickname of the MUTT refuge)

(878 miles, south, from the city of Authority)

Dull sunlight and chilled temperatures

with parted clouds

Private office of MUTT Icky and his Greyhound dog Ibean

17:06:12 hours/minutes/seconds (early evening)

At the Den, the unofficial MUTT refuge hiding spot is housed inside an ancient mountain, which is part of an ancient range of mountains on the edge of the continent of Authority. The new place offers a series of thick green, brown, tan, orange tinted wilderness, a diverse wildlife, and plenty of greenish-gray colored fresh water lakes. There are numerous hidden walking foot trails made by the forest animals and numerous scenic landmarks. One beautiful site is a 90-foot waterfall and lots of snow-capped mountain peaks, without a set of human foot prints.

The whole length of the continent of Authority exists between two extremities, the south and north, where the entire roadway distance is 878 miles and takes an individual air-bike fourteen days to converse from end to end. By an air-car, a citizen can reach the southern edge in four hours.

The male stares down at his wrist watch that contains the recorded historical battle, this morning, while scanning each individual fight scene with a stern face looking for any usual activity, where he does not fight with the other warriors on the beach. He continues to wear the slightly dirty short-sleeved white shirt, a pair of slightly dusty faded blue jeans, and a pair of dusty cowboy boots, sitting down on the cold floor.

She appears in the doorway, without a smile, standing 24 inches tall and weighed 80 pounds, a bold and willful mammal that is wary of all strangers or all Autocrats but loyal to her mistress and her new set of friends. The Akita breed dog is colored on top in black and tan with a solid white underbelly staring at Icky, without barking or growling. The dog breed possesses a docile, courageous, responsive, faithful, friendly, receptive, alert, dignified, and composed-like doggie personality.

The eleven-year-old young female with a blonde tinted ponytail and tone of light tinted skin appeared with a smile and wears a dirty tan colored short sleeved shirt, a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a pair of red colored boots, moving beside her dog through the curved archway and stopped with a grin. She slides down on top of the cool-feeling tan colored hard rock floor and sits in front of Icy with a giggle. "May I ask a question, sir?"

Icky continues to study the face of the glowing wrist watch. "What is it, Spot?"

She smiles at his grayish-brown hair roots. "What is your real name?"

He smiles and shakes the curls of brown hair that wiggles on top of his collar bone. "Now, Spot, that's against the rule. We only go by the fake names like Spot and Icky."

She laughs with a smile. "I know that. So, what's your real name? Does you live...?"

He shakes his bone skull of grayish-black hair, saying with a sour frown at Spot. "Look! I'm just as curiosity as you are about all of new friends. These caverns have a range from infants to teens to young adult to mature adult to the elderly adults. But, each one of us stays anonymous for a reason which is to live for another day."

She nods with a stern face. "I know. I made my name up also. So, what's going to happen to me and you and all our new friends here inside an ancient mountain full of hidden passages and ugly squared-shaded cave openings?"

He exhales. "I don't know."

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear. How old is your dog Ibean?"

"He is extremely aged around fifteen years old."

She gasps in alarm. "That's old! In terms of dog years, fifteen times seven equals 105 years of age."

"Yeah!" He stands upright from the cool rock floor with a smile. Ibean stands upright from the floor and stands beside the leg on his master, while watching the female and her dog, tilting a head in curiosity. Icky moves ahead with ease and scoots around the sitting female with a nod. "I need to walk my dog. You can tag along, Spot and Saddle." He exits the cave room and slowly moves down a crowded hallway of people.

Spot stands upright and quickly exits the same cave room, pulling up beside him with a smile.

He continues ahead with a stern face and watches each person work. "Everyone has an assigned duty task. Why are you not performing your assigned duty task?"

She smiles. "I'm responsible for weeding out the food garden. Me and Saddle does my task duty, last night. She found the weeds and I jerked them out from the growing raw vegetables. I like staying up late and working in the cold air, instead of sweating in the heat."

He moves ahead with a grin and a nod to each person. "This is a mountain range. There is not heat, only cold air."

She nods with a smile to the same people and continues to move with Icky. "How come you remembered Saddles' name?"

He sighs. "I remember every mammal that comes here and then is forced to live here, instead of our hometown of Authority."

"Yeah, I can understand that feeling." She smiles at the child and continues to move with Icky. "I'm impresses with you, Icky. I'm still learning everyone name and their dog's name. Are the leader of the MUTT party?"

He laughs. "This isn't a party, but a prison. No. I am not."

"I see you work with the group of older people. Is one of them our leader?"

"I don't think we have a leader. Why do you think with so many questions, young girl?"

She frowns. "I...I came from the last batch of escapees from Authority. I wanted to know if we were winning the war."

He exhales. "We are not."

She gasps. "But, we won the last battle, this late morning."

He frowns. "We have won each battle, not the war."

She frowns. "Why are we at War?"

"I have asked my neurons that same question for six months."

"What does your set of smart neurons say to your brain stem?"

He frowns. "They don't know either."

She nods with a stern face. "I know why. I know the answer."

He smiles with a nod "I gotta know, too. What's the answer, Spot?"

She exhales with tears. "The Auto-rats hate us. We are different from the Auto-rats somehow. And then the Auto-rats murdered my parents in front of me before me and Saddle ran away..."

Icky stops with a gasp and turns to see the young girl, who wears a red tinted face of sad tears, leaning over, hugging the upset teenage like a daughter. He softly says over her blonde hair roots. "The group of Autocrats does not touch the trigger on the photon hand gun. It is the rows of enforcers that murder people without justification and good cause. I don't know why the Auto-rats hate us and I don't know why we are at war with Authority fighters, but I'm going to find out and then I'm going to stop this silly mess."

Spot pulls back from the warm hug of Icky, wearing a red face of tears with a soft voice. "Do you promise to me?"

He nods with a smile and slaps a hand over his heart to Spot. "I have my heart and my hand and my promise to you and Saddle."

She looks down and pats the skull on Saddle with a worried brow. "Once you stop the War, then where will we all live?"

He exhales. "We all will move back to Authority and re-start our lives over again."

She looks up with a face of tears to see Icky. "I don't have a family there. The Enforcers came that night and scanned my dad first. My parents answered the door first, when the chimed sounded with the sweet soprano tone. Then the enforcer killed the dogs of my parents first. His dog would have attacked and then killed the enforcer. But both of dogs were happy and calm with my parents. Then Saddle, she came running to me inside the kitchen and shoves me towards the back door. Then, I am scarred from the burnt human flesh odor and ran out the back door with Saddle. Saddle knew what to do. I don't know how to explain it, but she does. Saddle run ahead of me and then led me to one of the travel ships in the close distance. I ran aboard the floor of the ship with the other people, who were running away from the shouting rows and rows of enforcers," she sobbed with tears. "Some of the other people would stop and turn, firing an ion discharge coming from a personal photon gun into the rows and rows of enforcers. Some of the people doesn't come on board the travel ship and then died there in the street. Why is War here and on us? What does we do wrong?"

Icky exhales with a stern face. "I don't know, Spot. I can't answer that question, but I'll try very hard with my clever neurons to do that. Is that okay for now?"

She reaches up and wipes off the tears of sadness, exhaling with a sigh. "Yeah, I guess that's okay. Yeah, I guess that's the best answer you got, since you're the leader of us. Why are we called the MUTTs, again?"

He exhales with a smile. "Well, the Autocrats are nicknamed, the Auto-rats, so we're nicknamed that silly term, MUTT. Now, the hour is getting close to supper time, MUTT. You need to go and get washed up with the other MUTTs, before you miss your MUTT supper meal. Is that okay with you, young MUTT?"

She continues to wipe the tears with a nod and a slight smile. "Okay, sir!" Spot spins around with her dog Saddle. They both slowly move ahead down the crowded hallway toward her shared cave room with the same age females and their individual canines while still worrying about her future, pondering her life.

Icy exhales with a stern face without tears of his own. He feels like crying with his tears too and then screaming with a string of nasty curse words also and then finally killing the people that are responsible for this war mess. He spins around with a deep sigh and faces the crowded hallway carefully moving ahead with a stern face of heavy thoughts, slowly scooting around each person, who has a specific duty task, before the supper meal is served for the evening.

Six months ago, when the first wave of escapees coming from the city streets, the residential houses, and the work offices all over the continent of Authority fled with a feeling of fear and panic, a set of individual gigantic wing-ships carried a group of scared people and then landed on top of the sandy beach for both safety and protection.

Icky has been on-board the wing-ship as one of the first escapees coming from Authority, he had planned for the terrible event with wise foresight and trembling guts while hoping the terrible event would not occur. But alas, the terrible event did occur.

The first wave of escapees had planned accordingly also, because Icky had gossiped to his family friends and his neighbor friends of what is going to happen. He was not a fortune teller; he was smarter than the group of Autocrats.

The first wave of escapees had boarded onto five different ships that had been equipped with tools, cots, blankets, and food supplies while the final destination had been a pre-selected location also, all in secret.

After landing on the top of the heated sands in the middle of the night, the escapees had been mad and worried as each one had briefed on what had happened and then had re-boarded to the true destination, a mountain range within the continent of Authority.

The first wave of escapees had contained about 600 citizens, not a true census of warm bodies. It had been higher and then grew on a weekly basis creating a small town of 2,000 people inside the ancient mountains consisting of babies, toddlers, children, pre-teens, teens, young adults, mature adults, elderly adults plus a dog for each person.

Each escapee had helped make the new home livable. The equipment pods contained chain saws and sledge hammers. The first night, the first wave of escapees had slept in the grass between the groves of trees on top of the wet ground. That act made the escapees ready to perform the next duty, chiseling out the interior of the ancient mountain for the real home.

The first wave of escapees had worked day and night in shifts, using the hand-equipment to create a new home.

They had created an opening within the ancient tree which could be easier hidden from eyeball coming from the new enemy. Then each escapee worked with a pair of hands and feet cutting out the solid wooden through the interior tree bark and shifted upward creating a wooden staircase that led into the mountain side.

On the third day of the next morning, the escapees had chiseled out an opening onto a new floor inside the ancient mountains. Inside the second floor, a new hollow hallway run less than a half-a-mile which totaled 2,500 foot creating a bed cone every five feet for individual sleeping quarters for 500 people.

The bed cone had been named, as such, since the quickie chiseled-out rock design appeared like a tree brown tinted pine cone with a narrow end for the head skull and the wider end to enter backwards for a pair of naked foot during the sleep period.

Now, inside the new MUTT Den headquarters mountain, the first floor has been re-chiseled to resemble an open eating room without a set of chairs or tables. Everyone eats with their hands and fingers or the smarter people use a knife blade for each food meal but drinks a beverage from a set of beaten up tumblers or a set of home-made tree lined cups.

The second floor level inside the mountain belongs to the pre-teens and teens, who wants freedom away from the crying babies and the yelling parents as well as being closer to the food cones.

The third floor houses an array of small individual rooms for a private meeting.

The fourth floor holds all the single persons of various ages from young to mature, who has lost all of their family members during a wave of escape from Authority. Usually the single person doesn't want to socialize, until they have control of their sad and angry emotions.

The fifth floor presents a big room. where different types of entertainment activities occur, mostly for the children, who cannot be alone inside the forest proper with a set of wild animals, slithering snakes, and poisonous plants.

The sixth floor is occupied by the married couples and the elderly couples.

The seventh floor provides rows of medical sleeping cots for the wounded and injured and sick to heal.

The eighth floor is the married couples sleeping cones which are bigger and roomy for two adults that doesn't want a child hanging around for any reason.

The ninth floor stores an array of weapons and a work shop replacing pieces of the flying equipment and photon hand guns.

The tenth floor holds all the crying babies and their sleepy and tired parents.

The eleventh floor is extra room for an emergency situation.

Yeah, the top of a mountain is not a good place for a battle attack of photon weapons that could cut through rock after a few days, but it is the best the MUTT pack could do with the limited resources and equipment.

The cool weather is a relief from the heat. The mountain side possesses a long waterfall of fresh and clean water. There is a circular fresh water green tinted lake in the valley, below the mountain, where the animals, not the people come to drink. The fresh water lake is off-limits for any person. And some persons had found out with a death penalty.

The Den is a place for a cold survival of work, not a vacation hot spot of fun.

Every person obeys the rules or died. The final rule is that simple and easily implemented.

Every person has a work duty, such like, gathering the raw food, hunting for mammal food, cleaning the dishes, cooking the meals, cleaning the floors, repairing the clothes, entertaining the children, teaching the children, shooting a photon weapon, fighting the battle, or dying in battle.

Third floor level, a row of individual meeting rooms stands on each side of the tan colored rock wall, where a family or a leader, or a person cannot use the large or small space for free at any time.

Icky has selected one of the tiny meeting rooms at the end on the long empty hallway. The hallway is made of solid tan colored rock without a piece of art work or a view of the forest or a picture of a family member. He has been studying his wrist watch while watching the MUTT battle this morning.

Icky had once fought in each MUTT War, six months ago, but he had a change of heart. Actually, he received a change of venue with a specific purpose.

Currently MUTT pre-teen female Spot dashes down the hallway and exits from the third floor level, climbing down the wall staircase to prepare for dinner time.

MUTT adult male Icky continues down the third level hallway with a worried brow and then slows the pace while overhearing the sweet words coming from one of the mature teens. He stops and stands next to the wall as he is sorta like the leader and wants to ensure the rest of the pack is safe during the dinner meal and the rest of the evening hours.

Ibean stands upright with alert and moves ahead leaning over, peeking into the cave room with a wet nose while feeling the word exchange.

Six months ago, when the first wave of escapees had arrived, there had been too much to work to perform for anyone person to cause trouble.

Once all the sleep cones had been made for sleeping and the food cones had been filled with food items, then a gang of troublemakers had started the trouble.

But, the gang of troublemakers had begun and then ended within two working days, when a small band of mature adults had created and then implemented the punishment death that had occurred on top of the 900 feet mountain peak.

Currently, inside the Den hallway, on the third floor, Icky wiggles inside the rough wall with a smile. Inside the room, there are two individual teenagers who are happily talking about marriage with each other and with their parents.

Over the span of six months, time has helped some people heal and then brings slow change.

The misfit MUTT pack starts to trust and then likes each other. Then a series of young and mature couples starts dating and engaging in a set of social activities producing a set of marriages, which is always a happy time in the Den.

Inside the next cave meeting room, a pair of happy teenagers is planning a marriage wedding with their set of parents.

Icky swiftly strolls by the open archway with a smile, where the cave contains a pair of teens and a set of individual parents, who are crying, laughing and happy, since the room is made of chiseled rock and does not have a private door for the private conversation.

Ibean dashes ahead with happiness and then halts with a sliding skid and stands beside the next cave room with a worried doggie sigh, turning to stare into the interior room.

He continues down a quiet hallway hearing a set of the angry words with a series of shouts coming out from the next cave room and then he slowly paces and then stops beside his dog. He stands outside the open archway, without seeing each individual, inside the interior room but hears a series of heated and loud word exchanges between a set of teenagers and a set of mature adults.

Ibean scoots backward from the open archway on the cave room and then stops, sitting down beside his master while hearing a series of loud noises which makes his doggie heart ache with hate and some fear also.

Inside the cave interior, the unnamed brown haired female teen shouts with an angry brow and a matching tone into the solid wall. "No! You can't tell me what to do. I demand that you release me from here. I'm minding my own business. You ain't my mom or my dad. My mom and my dad are dead. Do you hear my vocal angry and true words!" Her skin and hair are colored in same brown hue similar to her dog and as the teen possesses a pair of brown eyeballs that stares at the wall or her brother. And the female teen is also naked in her body form like her dog, too.

Inside any of the chiseled cave rooms during a serious meeting of numerous persons, the identified troublemaker is seated inside a chiseled seat that is posed inside a circular pattern on the floor, which is the lowest part of the cave floor. Around the outer circle, there is a level and even rock-coated floor of tan hue, where an individual mature adult usually is sitting and listening to each comment coming from the troublemaker. And each troublemaker is not allowed to bring inside a weapon or a piece of clothing. The lack of body clothes on the troublemaker ensured that a weapon of death is not hidden inside a boot heel or a side pocket or an arm sleeve which could cause damage to one of the adults.

This cave room contains two teenagers, a sister and a brother. On the exterior surface of the skin, each teen had horizontal slices a series of tiny self-inflicted wound cuts with their personal pocket knife. Some of the facial and arm cuts are new. Some of the cuts are old and healing with a pink scab.

Inside the room, the sour face of each teen faces the forward wall, not the entrance wall, where Icky continues to stand and spy on the private meeting. And each adult surrounds the pair of teens on each side, in case, an attempted escape occurs coming out from the cave room, darting into the cave hallway or dashing into the common areas of the cavern, where the troublemaker may leave the security and protection of the Den.

A troublemaker is not allowed to venture from the Den and into the wilderness for any reason, only a death act. A duty team would be assigned for a MUTT leader to lead a group of MUTTs into the dense and thick wilderness to food hunt and gather for the food table, only.

The wilderness has never been charted for land inspection or animal documentation, only plotted, where the best blueberry bushes stand upright as the fresh fruit top each homemade pie for a nightly dessert.

When the troublemaker faces the solid wall of tan hue, the troublemaker can shout or cry or scream, without the wall attacking the troublemaker. Thus, the troublemaker can voice all his or her concerns and worries and angry.

The female teen with brown hair and eyes is unnamed but mad with all the other escapees at the mountain hideaway including her dog.

Her dog is an Australian Shepherd breed, which is sitting sit at her feet. Her dog is a male that measures 23 inches in height and weighs 65 pounds. The Australian Shepherd breed dog is an affectionate, intelligence, protective, good-natured, and active doggie personality. Her dog wears a brown coat of hair with a split face of brown hue also.

In front of her feet on top of the rock floor, the Australian Shepherd is softly growling at each adult while its mistress is angry and upset with the same set of adults and the other dogs.

The adult female is a former teacher at one of the city-providences within Authority. She had become one of the main counselors for different types of personalities that needed assistance after fleeing from a life-threatening situation in the city-providence.

Everyone, here at the Den, has adopted a new name, instead of using the old one while keeping their person and their dog safely tucked away from the group of Autocrats.

The adult female has selected a new name of Groovy, where the word means fashionable and exciting, enjoyable and excellent. The word fit the personality of the mature adult female. She is a mother of a teenager also and lucky.

Her entire family had survived the inspection tours of an enforcer mod at their city-providence and then escaped onto a one of the fleeing wing-ships to the beach scene for pickup and delivery to the mountain Den.

When a wing-ship lands down on top of the grass, each citizen is searched and stripped down for a weapon without a threat to the survivors of the Den. If the citizen passes the test, then the citizen can enter the Den. If the citizen does not pass, the citizen is killed on sight. The end.

Inside the cave room, Groovy exhales with a puff of worry and stared down at her dog, patting the dog. She wears a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair, a pair of blue eyes dressing in a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a red tinted short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of naked feet.

Her dog is a Boxer dog breed and is named Grope. Grope measures 24 inches in height and weighs 59 pounds with a solid white coat and a pair of brown eyeballs. A Boxer dog breed is devoted, playful, fearless, loyal, intelligent, friendly, energetic, cheerful, bright, confident, calm, and brave doggie personality.

The word, grope, means to feel about or search blindly with a pair of hands, in this case a wet nose.

Her dog Grope reaches over and touched the hand of his mistress Groovy with a soft moan of concern for the two teens and their dogs also. Groovy leans over and pats the skull on Grope, staring with a worried brow at the rear blonde haired skull of the teen girl. "Your parents are dead. I agree with that true statement. And you have landed here like the other escapees coming from one of the numerous providences of Authority. You are a MUTT like him and me and her..."

The female teen yells at the wall again. "Go away! Leave me alone! I don't wanna be a MUTT or like him or you or her..."

"I am so sorry to hear you make that hurtful statement. You and I are a pair of MUTTs..."

The angry female teen sneers at the wall as her body is stripped down into the lower seat without movement. "I don't know what that word means. I'm a girl. I'm a female. I'm a teenager. I'm a daughter. I'm a sister. I'm a granddaughter. I am not a MUTT. What is a MUTT? Nobody uses that word. Where does that word come from?" She snaps her fingers with an evil laugh. "I know. I remember. A dog is called a mutt."

Groovy exhales with a puff of concern. "The word, mutt, is a dog of unknown ancestry. There are not any true mutt dogs that live here or inside Authority. The scientists carefully purified each mongrel doggie gene and then turned each breed into a pure race of canine. So, you are mistaken."

The teen brother faces the solid tan wall, inside the second lower chair, on top of the rock-coated floor, yelling with an angry tone also. "Then, what are you? I know that answer, also. You are a mutt, without a future. I hate it here. I don't wanna be here. I wanna go back to my home in the South city-providence." His dog rests at his naked feet also.

The name of his dog is not identified. The dog is a medium-sized Shar-Pei. A Shar-Pei dog breed possesses an affectionate, devoted, suspicious, reserved, loving and independent doggie personality. His dog measures 20 inches in height and 50 pounds in weight. The dog wears a solid coat of light grey or fawn hue.

The teen brother has been identified by his real name, which is Rouen. The teen and his sister have refused to select a new name and join a work group working a job at the Den hideout. Then, the pair has been causing fist fights, hollering vile names at the younger children, which is unacceptable and against the Den rules. Thus, the pair has been counseled, after the first and then second incident.

Every escapee is always given three chances to clean up their act, their mouth, their attitude before a permanent judgment is decided.

Inside the cave room, Groovy nods at the rear skull of the teen browned haired female. "You ran away from your home and climbed into the wing-ship with both courage and fear."

The teenager brother sneers with a sour frown. "No! I am stunned and shocked. We both ran toward something but the photon ions. A photon ion burns the flesh and the skin and then kills you dead, lady. You're so dumb, MUTT woman. The group of smarter Autocrats will find this place and then they will burn ya'll up too. I see that nothing. I know that will happen," he laughs with his sister and as their dogs continues to softly growl at the mature dogs.

Grope growls in a soft tone beside the foot of her mistress and continues to watch the two stubborn humans and their dogs also. Groovy continues to sit on top of the floor and faces the rear skull of each angry teens, feeling a presence behind her neck muscles. She views Icky and shakes her curls with great disappointment regarding the two young teens. The sister and brother had escaped from Authority, but lost the rest of their biological family members, including the other family companion dogs, during the fighting.

Six months ago, on the first day after the successful landing of the fleet of wing-ships, the rough group of older and mature escapees had established a set of rules for survival.

The first rule, at the Den, states. No one runs away from the mountain paradise. A successful runaway can alert and bring back a force of Autocrat fighters into the hidden MUTT refuge location, which will destroy the place and kill all the MUTTs. Thus, a runaway is dealt a permanent punishment sentence of death, immediately.

Even talking or mumbling about an action of running away or the talk-threat of an upcoming Autocrat attack into the eardrums of another MUTT, within the walls of the Den, results in a sentence of death, also.

Outside the open archway of the cave room, middle-aged Icky exhales with a huff of sadness and a nod at Groovy. Groovy nods back in silence and swings around, seeing the rear skull on each angry teenager, feeling a heavy heart and a sad face. Icky moves ahead with a heavy heart and his dog Ibean, passing the open archway, where the two teens and a team of adults will guard the newest set of established runways.

There will be another burning hot and heated activity on top of the mountain peak tonight, after the rest of the young, mature, and elderly MUTT pack members have gone into the bed ritual.

He scoots across the narrow hallway of rock. Ibean dashes ahead with happiness again and then halts next to the new cave room. Icky passes a set of empty rooms, stopping at the loud word exchange behind the tail on Ibean while comes from the voice an angry elderly lady.

The elderly lady faces the solid wall of tan with a sour frown and holds her dog in her lap. However, the lady is not naked but wears a long ankle-length gown of solid white that has been soiled with grass, mud, rain, water, dirt, and food stains. She continues to yell at the wall with her demands, not complains, unlike the pair of teens.

Her dog is a female Toy Papillion breed, measuring eight inches in height and seven pounds of weight. The face looks like a light red-tinted mask that covers her two ear points and surrounds both of her dark eyeballs and as the body resembles a spaniel with a set of black patches over the white-tinted coat and a matching curled tail. A Papillion breed dog displays an intelligent, happy, friendly, energetic, alert, and hardy doggie personality.

Some of the unexpected escapees had come from the elite circle, within the Autocrat community, of Society. Usually, an elite person does not work and does not need a working job, enjoying the glamour gala dances and tables of food while the workers works for their pay, shelter, food, clothing, and other items in their worker life.

The average lifespan, within Authority, is above average, when that life is compared to the surrounding continents with all the other people. Every society has its share of the nobler and the commoner classes.

Six months ago, on the continent of Authority, every citizen had been content and happy, within their family household and with their work job. Then, one night, a gang of Enforcers had started breaking down each front door on every house, pointing a devise into the stunned face on the surprised Authority citizen. If the tip on end of the mechanic device had not displayed the correct color tone, then the citizen died by an ion photon, which had been ordered by Autocrat First Daughter Gladino, the current ruler over all the city-providences, within the continent of Authority.

As each stunned, scared, and alive citizen had ran away and then escaped from Authority landing here at the Den, each person was required to work for food or hunt for food while keeping the Den mountain levels clean and safe for all to use and live. Among the lot of escapees boarding onto a fleeing and flying wing-ship, there had been found a few elite persons. And, that had become a complete mystery to the MUTT leaders here the Den, including MUTT Icky.

And this person is a good example of an escaping elite, who had arrived and thrived here at the Den.

The elderly lady had never worked a day in her life and refused to work inside or outside the Den with a simple task of cleaning the floor or cooking the food. Her pretty ripped and torn solid white colored ball gown is both smelly and dirty like her nasty elite personality. So far, the elderly lady, with her white tinted lap dog, will not work by hand or foot, only continue to eat plates of good food coming from the raw and chapped working hands of another MUTT worker.

At the current moment, there are too many major activities occurring in which to bother with the elderly woman as each MUTT engages in work for food or to war for survival.

However, the lady has been complaining to each person about her sorry life as an escapee while bossing some of the younger female and male adults around the interior walls within the Den campus, using her nasty attitude, which is not tolerated here at the Den either.

Centuries ago, the first wolf-dog hybrid had been domesticated by a cave man or a cave woman, since the Ancient World History stone cave or stone tablet does not tattle which human sex had offered a handful of raw saber-tooth tiger meat to the hunger canine. The first wolf-dog hybrid exhibits a loving relationship with its cave owner while sharing its knowledge and its behavior patterns of guidance, protection, loyalty, fidelity, faithfulness, watchfulness, and obedience.

However, in modern times, a man or woman still couldn't provide a likable relationship with his or her fellow human, without a nasty attitude of ego, proud, and arrogance.

Outside the open archway, on the side wall, MUTT human male Icky gently bangs his head, without injury to the skull or the brain cells against the hard rock wall and continues to listen to the angry words coming out from the chapped lips on the elderly woman while staring ahead at the chiseled staircase of rough tan colored rock. The single step leads up or down a circular staircase that leads a person up or down the Den level and exhibits an uneven than straight across walking pattern against the curved wall of the mountain for easy access to the upper levels.

Icky wishes to be somewhere else but here right now, inside the three level floor, at the Den campus and greatly desires that someone else make that permanent decision about the life of the elderly lady and her tiny lap dog, tonight.

At 17:17 hours and minutes in evening, Icky continues to gently bang his bone skull against the rock wall and continues to listen to the angry words coming from the elderly woman while staring ahead at the chiseled staircase of rough tan colored rock. The circular staircase that leads a person up or down the Den is more an uneven individual step rather than a straight across cut of stone that leans into the curved stone wall on the mountain for easy access to the upper levels. Icky wishes to be somewhere else but here and desires that someone else could make that permanent decision about the life of the elderly lady and her lap dog.

At the end of the long hallway, on top of the flat step, the dog possesses a set of sharp eyesight wearing a white and black tinted coat of very short fur which is easily maintained here inside the cavern and outside in the wilderness. A dolichocephalic skull is relatively long in comparison to its breadth with an elongated muzzle and a set of four long skinny legs on a slender graceful body and as the tall and skinny Greyhound breed dances side to side in happiness seeing its own kind.

Fancy is a Greyhound breed. She is a gentle and intelligent dog with a set of long powerful legs, a deep chest, a flexible back spin, and a slim build that races with her energy which exceeds 40 miles per hour while traveling 66 feet-per-second. She is 28 inches in height and weighs 73 pounds.

A Greyhound dog is aloof and indifferent to strangers but affectionate with their own pack dogs. She is a docile, lazy, easy-going, and calm canine. She is bred for sprinting rather than endurance with her long legs and slender body.

Fancy is a wonderful companion to her mistress Freckles.

Ibean swiftly stands upright from the cave floor beside the leg of Icky with a doggie smile at Fancy, who dances at the end of the hallway. He looks up with the silly doggie smile to see a worried brow of his master Icky and then returns back with a doggie smile to see his girlfriend Fancy.

Fancy continues to signal her pleasure to her Greyhound boyfriend Ibean.

Ibean looks back up to see the worried brow of Icky and then returns back to face Fancy, swiftly dashing away, leaving his master. Ibean is not worried. Icky will follow behind his waggling tail immediately, like always. Ibean and Icky are never separated.

Icky straightens up from the door frame with a grin and stares with a puzzled brow at the waggling tail of Ibean, who slowly disappears down the long empty corridor for a purpose. Ibean possesses acute eyesight and must have seen a familiar doggie friend while leaving his master behind. He swiftly moves ahead with a smile, without pondering the Autocrat lady, until later this evening, before midnight.

At the end of the hallway, Ibean dashes ahead and then gently collides into Fancy, romping around each other in a loose circle with a set of soft yelps and playful fang bits for doggie fun while they wait on Icky.

Icky continues to jog down the long hallway and then slows the pace down into a walk, wearing a smile. The familiar dog is Fancy, who is owned by Freckles, a petite lady with a kind heart and an acid tongue.

Freckles acts as the local medical scientist that works on the seventh floor. She has sent out her dog to locate Icky for a reason.

Icky waves a hand and a smile at each canine as each dog captures the silent signal from Icky and then spins around racing each other up the cavern staircase toward the seventh floor medical hallway. The middle-aged human male is too old to race with his active Greyhound and slowly climbs up each rough cave step with a deep sigh. Normally, Freckles and he share a plate of food and a sleeping cone during the late evening.

Now, Freckles has found something that requires the attention of her boyfriend Icky inside the medical hallway.

At 17:31 pm, on the seventh floor level, within the medical hallway setting, the two companion dogs, Fancy and Ibean reach the final destination and then turn at the same time dashing through the semi-curved open archway, racing down toward the middle of the hallway on the medical floor. Each one skidded with a halt with a low grunt and then stopped, sitting on the back hinds in front of Freckles, watching her, waiting on her new command.

A Greyhound is a quiet, gentle and loyal pet to its owners, very loving and enjoys the company of humans and other dogs. The dog coexists happily with other tiny dogs and small cats. Fancy is happiest in a quiet environment like the 7th floor level medical hallway. She behaves well around both children and teenagers possessing a sensitive nature and works best with a set of gentle commands from her mistress.

Icky slowly reaches the mouth of the seventh floor level and turned into the open archway, slowly strolling down the stone floor, observing the row of patients.

The long semi-straight hallway contained two solid walls of tan colored rock with numerous jabbed points that had been filed down from body injury. One side of the long wall displayed a long row of sick patients on top of a single sleeping pallet on the floor. Each patient had been hurt from performing an important work task or a dangerous play moment.

The opposite side wall down on top of the semi-rough floor, numerous geometric shapes of metal or cloth or wooden tub and boxes leaned against the wall holding medicines, medical supplies, food stuff, blankets, clean clothing, and other supplies for the treating medical person and the sick patient.

Icky stops and stands beside Freckles, smiling into her nose profile.

On the floor, each patient rests on top of pallet of soft green tinted tree limb leaves on the bottom, layers of long shredded pieces of used but clean ruined clothing, and a finally used but clean soft dark colored blanket.

Freckles stares down at the female teenager, who is named Kimono.

The forehead of the teenager is wrapped in a multi-colored clean rag that does not hold an ounce of blood stain from a head injury. Her body curls into a fetal position and as her eyelashes are closed. The teen is resting from a terrible fall from a wild animal chase. The teen had survived with the help of the hunting team, who killed the wild animal for the next food meal. The girl faces her dog. Her dog is named Kite.

Kite is a Belgian Sheepdog. A Belgian Sheepdog breed is a large-sized dog with an athletic square-shaped body with a solid black colored coat texture of long, stiff, tight, thick hair that is developed to withstand the weather and earth elements. Kite possesses a domed forehead, a long, square-cut muzzle, a black nose with a set of fully erect and pointy ears.

He stares with a stern face down at the teen. "Who's this?"

Freckles continues to stare and studies the teen and her dog. "The teen female is sixteen years old and is named Kimono and her dog is named Kite. Kite is a Belgian Sheepdog."

"I recognize the beautiful breed. Is the teenage badly hurt from her previous tumbling fall?"

"No. She received a mild concession, when she tumbled off that short grassy hillside and down onto a flat hard rock surface, running away from that stag deer. I wished the teen had not been injured, but I had enjoyed the juicy deer meat, the other night at our shared supper meal."

He leans over and smiles into her nose profile with a whisper. "And I enjoyed the meat of the deer and the meat of you..."

She moves away from his hug and then squats down on the floor, staring with a stern face at the dog, "Yeah, me, too. Anyways, I called you up here to talk about the dog. The dog's acting funny."

He whispers for his eardrums with worry. "O no!"

Normally, a dog and its owner are a perfectly matched pair, when the perfect pair lives as one inside one of the lush and civilized city-provinces. Now, several groups of MUTTs had escaped from Authority with their life and their dog, but some of the fickle owners were acting both irrational and erratic rather than their devoted dog which required punishment of both the owner and the dog, sadly.

Icky squats down with a fake smile of worry and stares down at the dog also. "The dog looks normal as well as healthy. Kite is parked right next to her mistress, snorting with her doggie dreams too."

She exhales with a nod. "A Belgian Sheepdog breed is a highly intelligent, alert, and sensitive canine, especially around its current environment, but I'm not witnessing these particular doggie characteristics coming from Kite at the moment. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

He grins. "I see a curled up dark skinned cute teen with her beautiful black tinted Belgian sheepdog on top of the ugly pallet. Is that sleeping pallet clean? Anyways, a Belgian sheepdog is a loyal, fun, and highly trainable dog that forms a very strong bonded relationship with its owner. I'm seeing that too."

She exhales. "That's an excellent observation, but I'm seeing more here. Kimono received a head concession which is requires her to rest and sleep, without shaking up the brain tissue for the next two days. She has been sleeping a lot, but Kite has been sleeping the exact same amount of time, without acting like a dog. Watch this!" Freckles reaches out and gently touches the ugly wrapping on the forehead of Kimono. Kimono softly moans and then reaches up, slapping away the hand of Freckles with a low grunt.

Her dog Kite continues to rest on its side and faces its mistress, reaching up with a doggie leg and touches its paw to the closed eyelid with a low growl.

Icky soft chuckles. "That's a neat trick!"

"That's an unusual reaction for a dog. When I gently touch Kimono on the forehead, she moans from the heaviness of my two fingers on top of her tender head wound. But her dog Kite also reacts and moans with her. That's really weird."

He grins. "No, Freckles! Kite has been her companion, since birth. Kite and Kimono are a cute young couple with the matching letters of K and act like a set of twins, since their individual human and puppy birth. And Kite has a pair of acute and sensitive eardrums that can heard for miles and miles a single echo wave including a round of ultrasound rays. Kite is immediately reacting to soft distress of her mistress while sharing the same ugly sleeping pallet. Has that bloody sleeping pallet been cleaned? I find the dog's reaction lovingly to her mistress' whines."

She exhales. "Well, I find it strange and odd."

"Let's see, if I can remember the information. A Belgian Sheepdog is a notably breed for a high incidence of seizures. And I had heard this new canine information through the gossip mill. Her dog Kite had been following the running butthole of its mistress, leaping off the same grassy hill, landing on the front two paws and balanced out its doggie body with the two hind paws while soaring through the air, like a dog can, but a human can't. A dog is a member of genus Canis which means part canine and is part of the wolf coming from the Latin word, canids. A dog is carnivore which means that the canine eats meat of dead animals like a human."

She exhales with a worried brow. "Don't remind me where we currently reside within our new forestland home. The closest living relative to a dog is the gray wolf, thus the dog and the gray wolf are kinda like a set of blood related sisters. Has anyone run across a lone wolf or a wolf pack yet?"

"I don't believe so."

She frowns. "Well, if we do, I need to know about it..."

"O! I pretty shore that someone will be crying wolf," he softly chuckles.

She growls, "Bad, bad boy!"

He leans over with a grin and a whisper into her cheekbone, "I know and you know that I'm your bad, bad boy," he pulls back with a soft chuckle.

She smiles, "Bad, bad, doggie!"

He softly chuckles. "So, hungry Kite spun around from its mistress and then performed a head-butt into the wide chest of that dang air-borne stag deer. Kite knocked that male deer sideways away from its mistress and then onto the dirt while each pointy arrow on the hunting team accuracy aimed and then released, wounding and then killed that beast for our supper meal, the other night. Maybe, the Belgian sheepdog has become injured but isn't showing any type of visual wound like a blood stain or a broken leg."

"Yes, a Belgian sheepdog is a medium to large sized dog with an athletic square-shaped body and had been trained for centuries to forcefully head-butt an angry or advancing target in the midriff, knocking the target off balance for protection and the fight. Kite saved the life of her mistress, without a vocal command, only its survival instinct. I hadn't thought about a serious medical condition on Kite. A Belgian sheepdog is susceptible to hip dysplasia, epilepsy, gastric bloating problems, and some eye and skin problems."

He stands upright from the floor with a smile and continues to stare down at the young girl and her dog. "There you go! Kite not only bagged the stag deer but chomped a plug outta of the furry chest with its doggie fangs as a territorial claim reward. Kite probably chewed and then swallowed the rear meat getting a bloated belly, in the process. I'd guess Kite is reacting to her stomach ache. She'll be better tomorrow morning, after she poops out that digested raw deer meat."

Freckles stands upright from the floor beside Icky with a sigh and a stern face. "I guess so," she reaches over and gently shoves Icky down a few feet in silence and then stops at the next sleeping pallet, staring down at the patient. "This is one of my newest patients. This is Gambler and his dog is named Gage. Gage is a Chow-Chow breed dog."

Gage wears a golden red furry body and measures 18 inches in height and weighs 65 pounds which is known as the "puffy-ling dog. The dog breed is one of the most ancient dog breed that has been around for more than 2,000 years old. A Chow-Chow possesses a very independent, aloof, intelligent, stubborn, and protective doggie personality.

A Chow-Chow displays a sturdy built dog, square in profile, with a broad skull and a pair of small triangular-shaped erect ears with rounded tips. The fur exhibits dense hair around the neck creating a mane appearance, like a wild lion. The pair of eye sockets displays a set of deep set almond-shaped format on the doggie face. The dog possesses a unique blue-black-purple colored tongue with a set of blue lips. And it displayed a curly tail.

Gambler is a heavy-set male with a head of brown tinted shoulder length hair, a pair of gray eyes, and a tone of dark skin, resting on top of the soft pallet asleep, wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans, a dirty yellow colored shirt, and a pair of naked feet.

She nods down with a stern face at the sleeping male. "Gambler is one of our wood shapers that create all of our cavern furniture plus eating and cooking supply of food dishes. He was using one of the heavier stone blocks with a handle outside near the rows of food crops, when the stone block tilted sideways and then fell off the wood, landing on his other free arm. The arm broke is fractured on one of two lower bones, not bad, but the limb requires a healing phase before he can resume this work." She reaches down into the patched and torn blue tinted laboratory coat, pulling out a device near her smile. The hand-held device is red tinted metal in the shape of slender cylinder with a pointy tip. "This is a stolen medical atomizer that I had snatched off the medical table, before I escaped from the medical center in panic and then dashed towards one of the running airships and finally left Authority." She presses a button. The devise sounds with a soft hum and the tip point glows in neon blue tint. "I must run the atomizer over the broken bone which slowly mends his arm wound and then seals all of his scattered broken fragments inside the arm back in place." She reaches out and gently grabs onto the broken arm. Gambler slowly stirs awake from the short nap and then sit upright on top of the pallet leaning against the cool stone wall while grunting in pain from her heavy touch. His companion dog Gage awakes also and then softly yelps in worry.

Freckles places the atomizer over his wrapped forearm wound that displays an ugly hard mesh of twinkling reds, greens, grays, and yellows, running the tip of the machine up and down the arm wound. The heat from the atomizer slowly mends the broken bone. She cuts off the power beam and pulls back the device with a smile at Gambler. "There! I'm all done. How is the arm feeling, Gambler?" Freckles reaches over and touches the foreleg on Gage, pressing into the hard bone searching for any type of missed leg wound with a puzzled brow as Gage continues to softly yelp in worry. She shakes her curls with a puzzled brow and releases the leg of the dog.

In the sleeping pallet, Gambler lifts up the arm wound and then slams a folded fist down on the hard floor with a low grunt of pain and as Gage swiftly howls in worry, kicking the front legs into the air also. Gambler lifts up the arm wound with a grunt and shook the cropped head of brown hair with a soft timber and a distorted face. "Not healed! When I can hit the floor with my folded fist without the annoying pain, my arm will be healed," he laughs.

She jabs a finger with a sour frown at the middle-aged male. "Geez, Gambler! Do not hit your fist down onto that hard stone floor again. You've shaken up all mended but once broken fragments that I had just atomized back into your arm wound. I can't atomizer your arm but once per day as the heated bone fragment and blood vessels must bind during the cool down process. Do you hear me?"

Gambler reaches over with a smile and pets the soft furry head on Gage. "Yes ma'am!"

She stands upright with a sigh and gently shoves Icky further down the row of sleeping pallets with more patients, whispering into his collar bone as she is shorter than Icky. "Did you see how the dog reacted?"

He leans into her smooth cheekbone with a whisper. "Did you see me react instead? I cringed with pretend pain when Gambler slammed his own broken arm down onto this stone floor like a hammer tip. Geez! That had to hurt. That man's a brutal beast," he softly laughed. "I'm glad he's on our side, the MUTT side," softly chuckling.

She continues to shuffle both of them down the stone floor with a sour frown. "No. That's not what I saw. A Chow-Chow breed is a sturdy, powerful, squarely-built canine with a set of heavy bones and strong muscles. Gambler, he's the life form with the broken arm, but his dog Gage acts and then reacts like one of his forelegs has been broken also. Did you hear the loud howling of pain? The dog is not in pain. I double-checked each limb on Gage. Did you see the reaction of the dog?"

He smiles. "Uh! I saw the blue-black tongue on the dog. Why does a Chow-Chow have a blue-black-purple tongue? Do you know why?"

She frowns. "The baby Chow-Chow puppy is born with a pink tongue. The tongue turns blue-black at the age of ten weeks. Also, I can't get Gage away from Gambler. I'd like for my sick patient to reside on top of the short pallet alone. Then his broken arm would heal much faster, without him, reaching over and petting his dog all the time."

He smiles down at the dog and then the male patient. "Don't worry about Gambler! He looks very healthy and his arm will heal with your loving touch, Dr. Freckles. And a Chow-Chow breed dog is known for attaching itself to only one owner. You can't remove his doggie companion, unless you carry and then use a photon weapon. I'm not surprised, Freckles. What are you doing tonight, honey, after supper?"

She stops and stands in front of the next sleeping pallet of tree leaves and a multi-colored blanket also. "I'm conducting some extensive observations between the dogs and their masters."

"That's sound boring!" He quickly hugs her and then pulls back with a smile.

She exhales with a stern face and stares down at the new patient on top of the next sleeping pallet of multi-colored blanket.

The young child is asleep on top of the soft pallet and cuddles her chest into the back spine of the tiny dog with an arm around its neck for love and protection. She wears a dirty yellow tinted dress with a pair of naked feet, a few bluish healing bruises on both of her arms and legs. She displays a head of red hair, a tone of pale skin, and a pair of brown eyes.

The tiny dog is a French Bulldog breed, which is nicknamed as Frenchie. A Frenchie is a small breed of domestic dog. The neck is thick and well arched with loose skin at the throat. The set of forelegs is short, stout, straight and muscular, set wide apart. The body is short and well rounded with a screwed doggie tail. The pair of eyeballs on the dog is tinted in yellow. The nose and pads are tinted in blue. A Frenchie breed displays a playful, affectionate, keen, athletic, alert, sociable, and patient doggie personality.

The child has been nicknamed Elegance and her dog is nicknamed Electra.

Electra exhibits a moderately fine, brilliant, short, and smooth coat of white with patches of black hair that shone as blue tint in the sunlight with a face of black hue. A set of doggie ears is known the bat ear. Electra's bat ears are a pair of broad and rounded top on top of the bone skull and made of black tinted soft skin.

In front of the sleeping pallet, Freckles exhales with a bit of fury and worry, continuing to stare down at the dog. "This is Elegance and her Frenchie dog is named Electra. Elegance is three years old. She came to us without her family members. Her family has been escaping from a group of Enforcers when the rest of her family was murdered. She stopped and leaned over the dead body of her mother crying with distress. Her dog Electra stayed and protected her young mistress. One of the Enforcers tried to hit three-year-old black-haired Elegance with an Enforcer club, but her Frenchie reacted and then attacked first the leg on the Enforcer, saving his young mistress. The Enforcer slammed the club into the dog's body. One of the big-hearted and big muscular MUTTs killed the Enforcer with his photon weapon and then lifted and carried both Elegance and Electra in his arm and ran inside the running airship. He doesn't have a family either, so he has adopted both the young child and her French into his lonely and solo life now. But Electra has lived and is surviving a broken front leg wound from the club impact. Elegance is sleeping here, until the dog is healed. Her new adoptive father works at night on the hunting team for food. The dog exhibits a simple fracture which is healing very nicely," she exhales with a puzzled brow and continues to stare down at the dog. "I find that each wounded canine possesses a set of exceptionally healing abilities within a day or two the injury is completely healed. That's so strange. Don't you find that strange also?"

He leans into her smooth cheekbone with a smile. "I find my new MUTT life odd, strange, weird, and other deeply conflicted emotions here at our new home mountain, the Den. And I know that a Frenchie dog should never been left unattended by its owners for more than a few hours, because it suffers from separation anxiety and then it will piss in the wall corner with a full bladder or chew on all the ratty blankets. Are these blankets clean?"

She frowns. "Yes, all the blankets are clean for the sick patients. Stop asking me that question!"

He smiles. "I'm trying to have a fun conversation, Freckles."

She exhales. "And I'm trying to have a serious one, Icky," she squats down on top of the floor and reaches out toward the broken leg on Electra with a worried brow. "Now, I must atomizer the broken leg of Electra like I did for the broken arm on Gambler."

He squats down next to her with a smile and stares at the devise, "Wow! Really? That medical devise works on bones of dogs too."

"The atomizer atomizes any and all scattered fragments of bone on any mammal and then puts the fragments of bone back in place, creating a healed bone. Now, I want you to acutely observe my next move here."

He smiles, "Okey dookie!"

She gently grabs onto the broken leg on Electra with a worried brow. The dog swiftly stirs awake with a yelp and then wiggles side to side on its side and in front of child Elegance, howling in pain from the firm grip of Freckles. The scientist has to secure the broken leg on the dog for the atomizer to work properly and then heal the wound.

On top of the pallet, three-year-old Elegance opens her eyelashes with a loud scream and then wiggles side to side in shock yelling in fear also.

She sneers, "Hold the child down on top of the pallet, also, Icky!" Icky reaches down with a gasp and grabs both the legs on the small child with ease, holding her tiny body in place over the soft pallet. Freckles sneers down at the dog. "Electra, be still! Electra, be a good doggie here. Elegance, command your dog Electra to stop wiggling. I must heal its leg."

Icky continues to hold the young child with a worried brow. Elegance continues to scream with fear and tears into the face of Icky, "Stop! Stop! My leg hurts. Stop the pain! Stop! It hurts. You're hurting me."

Freckles yells with worry, "Elegance, command your dog to stop wiggling beside your body. I must heal its broken leg. Or Electra can't leave the medical room and then run around outside in the woods. Elegance, stop wiggling also! You aren't the one hurt here."

Icky leans over with a whisper into the face of the crying child. "Stop, Electra!"

Elegance whispers through her fears and rolling tears. "Stop, Electra! Stop, Electra!"

Frenchie stops moving with a set of loud whimpers and soft yelps, quickly running the atomizer over the broken leg on the dog as the blue ray surrounds the ugly piece of soft mesh which is composed of metal fragments in the colors of purples, greens, oranges, and blues. She shifts the beam up and down on the broken limb with a smile. "Good, Electra! You're a good doggie, Electra. I'm almost finished here, Electra. Stay still, Electra!" She lifts the atomizer near her smile, "Done! Good doggie, Electra!" She releases the dog's leg with the broken bone and sits back onto her kneecaps, powering off the atomizer.

Electra slightly wiggles side to side, still resting on its side in front of the chest of Elegance, softly whimpering with relief and less pain. The blue tinted heat from the atomizer actually penetrates the exterior furry coat and exterior skin making the broken bone on Electra feel both warm and hardy. Electra closes both of her eyelids and goes back to sleep, resting from the painful ordeal.

Icky pats the sweaty brow of the child with a smile, sitting back on both kneecaps, observing the girl, "All done now! You're a good girl, Elegance."

Elegance sits upright on one of her elbows and wipes the tears from her face with a sigh. "Is Electra okay? Is Electra harmed?"

Freckles leans over and firmly pats each leg of the child with a fake smile, "Electra is getting much better. Maybe, tomorrow, you might be able to go back home and stay with your new friends Bratty and Barfy."

Icky leans over with a smile and a whisper into the cheekbone of Freckles, "Really? Her newly adopted father is named Bratty. Or he is the one called Barfy?"

"He is called, Barfy. He didn't want to insult his dog," Freckles touches one of the child's legs with a smile.

"Is that silly name spelled with the ending letters of 'ie' or 'y'? I'll note that one inside my mental mind for future reference. Why do we allow such silly names coming from our set silly MUTTS?"

"O! And is that a wise question, coming from a middle-aged male, who is named Icky?"

Elegance screams out loud in fear and reaches down, slapping the hand of Freckles away from the leg. "Hurt! Stop! Hurt!"

Freckles releases the naked and non-injured leg on the child with a puzzled brow. "Does your leg hurt, right here, Elegance? Did you fall down on the floor in here and then hurt your leg, honey?"

Elegance reaches down and gently pats her naked leg with a distorted face of pain, "Yeah."

Freckles continues to visually survey the naked leg on the child that doesn't show a blood stain from a skin cut or a bluish colored bruise. The child has numerous small and healing bruises on both arms and the other naked leg. She frowns down at the non-injured leg, "When? When did you hurt your leg, Elegance?"

Elegance yawns with sleep and nods a skull, "A long time ago," she reaches down and pats the bone skull of Electra with a smile, "Electra, better! Electra, sleepy. Me, sleepy, too!" She lied down back on top of the soft pallet with an ugly yawn, closing her eyelashes into slumber, resting an arm over the neck of Electra for love and protection, "Night-night."

Freckles studies Elegance and then Electra with a puzzled brow, slowly standing upright from the floor in silence. Icky stands upright from the floor with a smile and leans over with a whisper, hugging Freckles. "You're a good doctor."

Freckles gently shoves Icky further down the stone floor toward the next sleeping pallet. "That is so strange. Did you hear that child scream in pain?"

He shuffles sideways with a nod. "I saw that dog scream in pain. The dog was really upset over the lighted ray of the atomizer. Is there another medical method to heal the broken bone on a dog? I mean, a human understands the benefit of atomizer, because we talk and walk all at the same. A dog does not."

She frowns. "No. There's no other medical method to heal a bone on man or mammal. And there's something more happening here. Elegance was acting like her leg was broken too. She was crying and screaming like the bone had been broken too."

"Is her leg bone broken?"

"No. Her little girly body is covered in healing bruises from the fall during her escape. But, her bones are not broken. And she is a young child. Her set of younger interior cells generates fast and furious, healing her body much faster than a mature adult. I don't understand her weird behavior or make-believe pain in that leg. It doesn't make any medical sense to me."

He smiles. "I do."

Freckles gasps, "What do you understand about Elegance and her pretend pain?"

He leans over with a smile and hugs Freckles, pulling back with a grin. "I understand this much. The French bulldog breed makes an excellent companion and the tiny dog rarely barks. If the dog barks, it's for doggie attention. A Frenchie is both patient and affectionate with its owners, especially children and with a child, like Elegance. So, Electra was both upset with its broken leg and the human emotion of worry rolling off the crying face of Elegance. I'm not surprised at both the doggie and childish behavior. A dog was the first domesticated species by man and has been bred over millions of years for various doggie behaviors, sensory capabilities, and physical attributes. A dog is a predator or a scavenger with a set of powerful muscles, fused wrist bones, a cardiovascular system that supports both sprinting and endurance, and teeth for catching and tearing, depending on the size and weight of the dog breed. The doggie senses include vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and sensitivity to the earth's magnetic field and its emotional state of its master or mistress. A dog comes in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, performing many useful roles for its owner, such like, hunting, herding animals, pulling objects, protecting children, assisting warriors, and finally the companionship for its mistress, where society has honored the dog as 'man's or woman's or child's best friend.' So, a man and a woman and a child possess a special attachment to their individual canine which is attuned their human behavior. A male canine is referred to as a dog; a female is called a bitch. The father of a litter of baby dogs is called the sire, and the mother is called the dam..."

"I know that." she reaches over with a smile and slaps his bicep.

He chuckles. "O! You do too! You sound kinda uncertain. So, good then! You really are a medical person. Are you done here? Are we ready to leave and get a cold spot on top of the cool floor for the dinner meal? The meal hallway fills up fast."

"I have one more patient to check, before we can go and eat our dinner date," she stops and then stands in front of the next sleeping pallet with a puzzled brow.

He stops beside her and stares down with a puzzled brow at the patient on top of the sleeping pallet in silence.

She smiles. "This is my newest patient pair, Sleepy and Slim."

He softly chuckles. "Which one is named Slim?"

On top of the pallet, an elderly male slumber in a curled fetal position with a back spine against the back spine of his red tinted large dog. The male possesses a head of long white tinted hair in a long ponytail going down the back spine, a pair of aqua eyeballs, and a tone of wrinkled pale skin, wearing a long wrinkled dress coat in green tint with a pair of soft matching slippers.

His male dog is a Bordeaux Mastiff breed, measuring 25 inches in height and weighs 132 pounds, wearing a coat of red tint. The Bordeaux mastiff breed exhibits a devoted, companionable, loyal, courageous, vigilant, and even tempered doggie personality. The mammal is a giant canine with a very powerful and very muscular doggie body, coming mostly from width and the muscles rather than the height of the mammal.

This canine can perform a set of excellent field job, such as, pulling carts, hauling loads of heavy objects, guarding flocks of other docile animals as well as the homes of the elites. The dog possessed a strong and fearless guard, but was gentle around the house, especially with children.

The dog Slim possesses a pink tinted nose, a pair of dark amber eyeballs, and a red face that matches his soft furry coat. The body frame is low to the ground and thick-set. The pair of front legs appears straight and heavy-boned with a set of cat-like feet. The straight tail tapers to a point at the end.

The massive head on the Bordeaux Mastiff dog breed has claimed to possess the largest skull head in the canine world, in proportion to the rest of the body.

The head on a Bordeaux Mastiff dog forms a trapezoid shape with the longer top-line of the skull and the shorter line of the under jaw, forming the parallel sides of the trapezoid. The jaw is undershot and powerful around and under the nose, including the lips and eye rims. The muzzle is one-third of the total length of the head. The upper lip hangs thickly down over the lower jaw. The upper lip hangs over the lower lip creating a massive amount of slobbering. The skin on the neck is loose forming a noticeable dewlap and the dog possesses a set of pendant ears top of the head which is long and hound-like looking.

He frowned. "What's the issue with the elderly male?"

"Nothing."

"Why is he asleep on top of a pallet here inside the medical hallway?"

"He sleeps a lot. One of the mature males toted him from the sleeping cone and then up here for medical observation. So, I have been observing Sleepy."

He smiled. "Is that his nickname?"

"He didn't provide me with a nickname. He sleeps too much for me to ask him a question. But he does awake with a hungry belly. When he eats, I ask him a set of questions. He claims to be one hundred and sixty-three years of age."

He frowns. "Freckles, the elderly gentleman appears to be very, very old. I can tell based on his layers of wrinkled and saggy exterior skin and the long white ponytail hair style. But no one lives to be that old. Now days, the average life expectancy of a human is around one hundred years old, where some human live to be one hundred and five years old, at the most. Then, the old bio-shell dies from infection and organisms."

She nods with a stern face. "I agree with you about an old human male. However, I'm more fascinated with his old canine dog that continues to live and sleep beside the elderly man."

He nods with a stern face, "Hmm! The larger breed dogs tend to possess a shorter life expectancy when compared to the other dog breeds."

"Yes, I learned that also as a working scientist. But this elderly man and his elderly dog has fascinated my puzzled neurons. I accept that a human can long beyond one hundred years, if the body maintains a healthy program of diet and exercise. Modern science has modified and advanced the human Chromosome 4, where the longevity gene resides inside every human, so the individual will live to be one hundred and ten years of age, if you don't smoke something stupid or perform a dangerous activity that injures a set of vital organs. However, among all the dog breeds, the Bordeaux Mastiff canine possesses the shorter life expectancy, which is documented around eighty years old. So, each owner of a Bordeaux Mastiff usually dies, without their beloved pet, which in turn, causes the grieving and lonely owner to expire from this life much sooner also."

He frowns. "I don't understand your passion and intrigue with the history of the canine dog, Freckles. A dog breed and a human on the average both live to be one hundred years of old. That's an actually real-life occurrence."

"That's correct. At one time, a long time ago, the specific dog breeds, such like, the miniature bull terriers, the bloodhounds, and the wolfhounds also died from a much shorter life expectancy. Then, science technology modified the 39 pairs of doggie chromosomes inside each cell. A human possesses 23 pairs or 46 chromosomes inside each cell. A canine genome contains has 19,000 doggie genes compared to 23,000 human genes. However, the doggie genes inside might be the same type but the exterior appearance of a dog varies in different sizes and weighs, such like, a tall and slender Great Dane or a broad and muscular mastiff or a small and petite Yorkshire terrier. So, the conclusion is that each canine gene is prone to gene duplications, where a mastiff daddy and a mastiff mommy will produce a mastiff baby, like his matching mastiff grandmother and grandfather. Like inside a human, the DNA sequence inside each of the doggie 78 chromosome replicates during growth and then copies into a set of new cells that determines a range of specific cell functions. If the doggie chromosome becomes damaged, the life form will develop health complications or reactivate the fight-or-flight response, which is exhibited in other wildlife mammals like their cousin the gray wolf.

He frowns. "I had to learn about doggie anatomy in my youth during my academic days also. The original doggie genes used to be related to the gray wolf. Then modern science altered all the genes affecting the morphology and the behavior on each dog while reducing fear and aggression, establishing calming tameness, and enhancing the emotional processing with its owner. Sometimes, it seems like my Greyhound friend Ibean can read my emotions without hearing my words, when I'm sad or worried or happy or miffed," he turned with a smile to view the dogs.

Ibean and Fancy are dog-playing with a set of soft yelps and fang snaps, running circles around each other down at the end of the long hallway and away from the medical business at the moment.

Freckles continues to study the dog and vocalizes her lecture, without listening to Icky. "And the altered state of doggie chromosomes have also allowed such dog breeds as all the toy Poodles, the Japanese Spitz, the Border Terriers, and the Tibetan Spaniels to maximum their life form up towards one hundred and ten years old."

He smiles at the set of playful dogs. Up and down the long hallway, there were additional sleeping pallets that contained sick patients with their dogs or a set of clean blankets. A group of medical staffers swiftly moved over the stone floor attending to the needy patients and their dogs. He returned back with a smile and stared down at the dog. "So, what's your intrigue with that old dog? The dog is old. the man is old. they are both old."

She exhales. "Even with all of the available and fun set of technology tools in modern science, a scientist cannot modify the physical body features of a dog. The Bordeaux Mastiff breed suffers from stenotic nares or a set of pinched nostrils which causes an array of sever breathing problems, because of their brachycephalic head..."

"What?"

She smiles. "A big head, the Bordeaux Mastiff canine claims to possess the biggest doggie skull in the world when it is compared to the other dog breeds. The dog suffers from excessive shortness of breath and raspy breathing coming from that great big head and these set of pinches nostrils, which in turns, usually terminates the life of the mastiff at an early age before eighty years old. And the big head shape leads to conjunctivitis with a mess of eye inflammation and bacterial infections. And the largest body in the world also possesses aortic stenosis. Aortic stenosis is a disease of the heart valve, where the opening of the aortic valve is narrowed, which causes exercise intolerance or fainting from physical exertion or and sudden death for a Bordeaux mastiff."

"Wow! That dog breed is greatly unlucky."

"No, this dog is greatly luckier than most of its pack kin. So, I'm both confused and bedazzled with the old man and his old dog here inside the Den. Honestly, I'm amazed that he and his dog made it inside one of the airships within Authority and then survived the suffocating limited oxygen molecules from the airship ride, sailing through the air waves, and finally climbed up the mountain here into the Den."

"No wonder he sleeps all the time. He's still exhausted from the escape of Authority. Are you done here with your scientific stuff? Can we go and get something to eat? Is the Sleepy going to live?"

She exhales. "Sleepy and his dog companion Slim are breathing. I think that's the best sign of life for the elderly pair."

"Good!" He leans over and cuddles Freckles with a smile. "I feel better and hungry at the same time. Are you finished? Let's leave and find a plate of food!" He does not wait and spins her around, sounding with a chuckle, moving away from the patient. They slowly stroll down the long hallway towards the open archway.

Icky smiles. "Our two dogs seem to enjoy each other company, like us. And if our two dogs continue to play together, we might become a set of grandparents," he laughs.

She frowns. "What? What does that mean? I don't understand."

He leans over with a chuckle and a whisper into her smooth cheekbone. "You're a medical scientist. Our two dogs enjoy each other's company as they are the same breed with a set of different doggie parts. If their different doggie parts make and then mate, your female Greyhound will become pregnant with a litter of baby Greyhound puppies. I like that canine idea. I'd be nice to have a set of new life forms running around the cold stone hallways..."

"Puppies!" She stops with a gasp and spins around, staring at the sleeping pallets of sick patients.

He spins around with a smile and cuddles her. "Yeah, a baby dog comes from a mama dog and a father dog."

"I've not seen a Frenchie puppy here at the Den."

He chuckles. "A French male bulldog is incapable of mounting a female French bulldog due to the short legs. So, the female must be artificially inseminated in order to create a litter of Frenchie puppies and then she must have a caesarean section to give birth to all the created life forms inside her abdomen. I thought as a scientist you possessed that shared medical information. Can you do that here inside the medical hallway?"

She swings back around with a sour frown and cuddles into his rib cage again. They both move ahead toward the open archway. She exhales with a puff of frustration. "I guess so. I'm worried about our new home here at the Den. I'm worried about each dog also. Like any other living life form, a dog is prone to certain genetic ailments such as hip dysplasia, blindness, deafness, cleft palate, and trick knees. And a canine is vulnerable like a human to the medical condition of diabetes, dental and heart disease, epilepsy, cancer, hypothyroidism, and arthritis."

He exhales with a nod. "You and I and the other leaders know all of that doggie information, neither a man or a mammal lives forever. And we have created and then established a new rule for each one..."

She hisses with fury. "I don't like our new set of established rules."

He turns to wall corner and then slowly strolls down the rock staircase with a stern face, whispering into her smooth cheekbone. "The MUTT pack must survive, Freckles. Or we all die. I don't wanna die, yet."

She slowly moves beside Icky as the other Packers swiftly scoot around them. She exhales with worry. "I don't wanna die, either."

"I don't know how much longer the old, new, and growing MUTT pack will live here inside a hollowed out mountain, but I'm concerned about each dog also."

"How so?"

"Well, a birthed Boxer puppy dies at a rate of twenty percent before reaching seven weeks of age due to infection while living inside a nice clean home, within Authority. Out here in the wildness, I predict that a Boxer female will experience a litter of all stillbirth puppies. Then, that female Boxer dog breed will become upset and angry and depressed, which could result in bites or worse attacks on the other dogs or on the younger children."

She nods. "Inbreeding depression is an expression of homozygous deleterious recessive mutations that affects all breeds of dog which decreases the litter size and survival rate of each newborn puppy. Out-crossing between two unrelated dog breeds will result in masking the deleterious recessive mutation."

"An impromptu out-crossing program worries me also. If one breed of dogs starts mating with a different genetically breed of dog, then we might have a set of monster canines or a series of dead puppies. Then each mutt dog and MUTT will be upset and mad."

"I agree. The leaders need to implement a common breeding practice, where a dog is mated between a close relative for purposes of creating a set of new life forms. The leaders need to start pairing like breed males and females, creating a litter of puppies. We don't have access to the doggie laboratories like the ones inside the science building. The smallest adult dog among the Den pack is a Yorkshire Terrier dog at four inches in length weighs one ounce. The largest dog is a mastiff that weighs 200 pounds. The tallest dog is a Great Dane breed that stands 42 inches at the shoulder."

Icky stops and then turns them to face the long kitchen hallway. The hallway is crowded with two lines of people and their companion pets, patiently waiting for a plate of food. The long hallway echoes with a set of whispers from a human and a soft whimper from a hungry canine.

Icky and Freckles both move ahead and stop, standing at the end of the long line. The fresh aroma of cooked deer and wild boar meat permeate the air waves. The two Greyhound dogs, Ibean and Fancy, advances behind their owners and then stop standing together beside the leg of Icky while playfully nudging each other for fun, until one of the owners snaps a sharp command.

One side wall contains a semi-crooked and semi-quiet line of hungry Packers. The opposite wall and the rest of the open floor exhibit numerous individuals eating with their family members or a set of old friends while smiling and chuckling with happiness. The first floor resembles an open eating room without a sitting chair or an eating upright table. Everyone eats with their hands and fingers or the smarter Packer uses a knife blade for each food meal but drink a beverage from one of the beaten up tumblers or a set of home-made tree lined cups.

Coming down the long line of other hungry Packers, a taller, athletic, and middle-aged male moves away from the side wall from the food counter and totes a stack of food plates in front of his chest, wearing a smile, strolling beside his Rottweiler.

His male Rottweiler dog breed is named Razz. Razz measures 130 pounds in weight and 27 inches in height, presenting a robust and powerful body of black hue with a set of clearly defined rust markings on the face and each leg. Razz possesses a doggie personality that is devoted, obedient, fearless, courageous, self-assured, alert, good-natured, confident, calm, and steady to its owner and he is very good with children and their silly personalities here at the Den also. A Rottweiler reacts to their immediately surroundings with great alertness also.

The male wears a dirty white shirt, a pair of dirty, ripped, and faded blue jeans, and a pair of worn brown tinted sandals. He possesses a bald skull, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark skull while holding a wrist watch near a sour frown, pointing a hand gun at the rear skull of the male with the other hand in silence.

The male and the Rottweiler turn to face the line of Packers, approach both Freckles and Icky, and then stop. The male grins beside the nose profile of Freckles, holding the stack of food plates. "Hey, Freckles! Do you wanna walk with me later in the evening to the flower garden? I got a new patch of pretty petite roses like you in pink hue. Do you like the color of pink?"

Fancy swings away from male Greyhound Ibean and then stills, facing Razz. She wiggles her tail and grins wide for the new male odor.

Ibean sits back down on top of the hard floor with a soft whine as his Greyhound girlfriend Fancy acts funny. Then, he sniffs the new male odor with a soft yelp of surprise and then leans over the kneecaps of Icky clearly bearing a set of white tinted fangs, without the growling sound at Razz. Ibean has been taught not to growl at the other dogs inside the Den. Else, he would spend the night outside in the wilderness near the rows of food gardens as a doggie punishment.

A Rottweiler dog is a powerful breed with a set of well-developed genetic herding and guarding instincts that carries a strong desire to control its current situation. The canine makes use of its innate ability with a tone of fierce intimidation. Razz sits majestically beside the leg of his master and holds his head high, showing a set of white tinted fangs kinda like a smirk without the soft growl at the skinny Greyhound Ibean and as his pair of eyeballs continue to flirt with Fancy for his doggie fun.

In the food line, Freckles stands in place and then leans down with a smile, patting the soft skull on the stationary dog, looking up with a wink to see the unnamed male. "Hey, Razz! Good evening, Raunchy! Now, I might be interested in walking with you to see the rose garden, if you're willing to change your nickname from Raunchy to something nicer. That's a nasty name for a sweet girl like me," giggling.

"What? Really? Naw, now! We're too busy to walk around the flower garden, tonight, Raunchy. Thanks for the invite, anyways, Raunchy!" Icky leans over and cuddles his girlfriend with love. She giggles with a wink at Raunchy for her girly fun.

Raunchy winks with a grin at her. "Maybe, on another night, Freckles, after I do change my nickname," he exhales with a nod. "Right now, the other leaders have called forth a meeting inside the big meeting room on the third floor. I got and grabbed a set of food plates for both of you and your dogs. Come on! Follow me and Razz!" He turns to face the open archway. Razz stands upright and moves beside his master while his eyeballs continue to flirt to the cute Fancy.

Ibean stands upright and then swings around while exposing the set of fangs, without the growl, at the cropped tail of Razz. Fancy swings around with a cute Greyhound smile and wiggles her tail at Razz also.

Raunchy shuffles away from Freckles beside his dog with a stern face and a heavy heart. Raunchy likes his nickname, but he hates when there is a leadership meeting. A leadership meeting always is a result of something that went wrong or something that is going wrong. He exits the kitchen hallway and turns to face the staircase, climbing up each step with Razz beside his leg.

Razz bounces into the leg of its owner and then ricochets backwards with a soft yelp of play, repeating the silly movement again.

Icky cuddles Freckles and then spins around from the line of hungry Packers, following behind the back spine of Raunchy and the cropped tail of Razz up each step. Ibean and Fancy dash behind and follow each owner while bouncing into each other for fun. Icky frowns. "Razz, he's too large of a dog to play like...like a young ten-week-old puppy. What's Razz doing?"

She watches the dog with a smile. "A Rottweiler dog loves their owner and behaves in a clownish manner toward the owner and all of his family members and his friends, but the breed is also very overprotective."

Inside a hollowed and hidden tree house, where the mouth of the fake structure stretches outward through the core of an ancient mountain interior, each chiseled out floor level serves a specific purpose.

The first floor is the common eating room, where the tables of food is prepared and then served to each Packer.

The second floor level is the pre-teens and teens living space, who wants freedom away from all the crying babies and the set of yelling parents, as well as, staying closer to each food storage cone.

The third floor exhibits an array of small individual rooms for a private meeting.

At 18:18 pm, which is late evening, on the third floor at the meeting room setting, Icky and Freckles turn and face the third floor hallway, slowly following behind Raunchy and his dog Razz. Their individual companion Greyhound dogs Ibean and Fancy both dash behind the back spine of each owner while bumping and playing down the long hallway with their doggie fun.

Icky stops and stands with his girlfriend Freckles inside the new open archway at the end of the hallway while surveying the largest cave room on the third floor with a sigh.

The largest cave room at the end of the long hallway is a circular shape also, where each leader can see a pair of truthful eyeballs on each other leader. The room lacks a sitting chair or a meeting table, only a solid floor of cold, hard stone in tan hue. There is an interior circle in the center of the room, where each dog can sit or stand during the meeting and always eats a plate of food.

The same face of each MUTT is present and as each familiar body is sitting down on top of the cold stone floor, eating a plate of slightly warm food. Their dog companion stands in front of the owner, eating its plate of food also.

The stomach of a dog can digest a variety of foods, including meats, vegetables, and grains that provides both the minerals of calcium and iron while maintaining a healthy canine friend.

The wilderness provides plenty of wild mammals, where the meat is consumed and the mammal hind is used for bedding or storage bends. Also, the Den possesses a set of talented farmers with a pair of talented hands growing rows and rows of fresh vegetables, juicy fruits, and pretty flowers.

A typical plate of food comprises one or two meats, numerous cooked and raw vegetables, pieces of fresh fruits. Each homemade dessert is located on a separate counter and away from the mouth of each dog. Some of the sugary dishes are not good for the stomach of a canine.

A human and a dog both eat the same plate of food, but usually the dog's portion is a little bigger depending upon the breed.

In the middle of the floor, Raunchy squats down and then quickly places down a food plate for Ibean, Fancy and his dog Razz inside an inner depressed section that resembles a circle.

Icky moves ahead with Freckles into the meeting room. Ibean and Fancy slowly pad inside and stand inside the circle, leaning down, eating an individual plate of food. Fancy stands between Ibean and Razz, so there will not be any fang trouble between the two cute male canines while enjoying her dinner meal.

Icky and Freckles stop and then sit down on top of the cold stone floor, leaning against the wall near the edge of the doorway. Each one reaches down and grabs the provided food plate on the floor from Raunchy with a smile.

Yammer is the selected nickname for the head food chef in the Den. He sits on top of the stone floor and leans against the same stone wall with a plate of food and a cupped hand, eating the slightly warm food with a part of closed lips. He possesses a bald head with a sweaty forehead, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of green eyes, wearing a dirty multi-colored sleeveless shirt that hides all the stinky food stains and a pair of dark blue tinted walking shorts with a pair of brown tinted sandals. His dog is named Yummy.

Yummy is a female Giant Schnauzer dog breed that wears a dense, wiry, hairy, and weather resistant fur coat of solid black hue. The body of the breed is square shaped. The cheeks are flat and well-muscled, where the face displays a distinct furry beard and a pair of bushy eyebrows. The tail hairs are docked, and the ears are cropped short. The beard of the Giant Schnauzer can collect mouth drool and used food particles, so great care is needed to clean both the furry face and mouth. Yummy measures 24 inches in height and weighs 66 pounds.

The Giant Schnauzer breed once had been used as a police dog and trained for obedience, dog agility, herding, search and rescue, and carting items.

Giant Schnauzer Yummy possesses a quiet, suspicious nature to all strangers, very territorial, energetic, highly spirited, and intelligent doggie personality. She is trustworthy with children and become easily bored, unless she is given a complicated task by her master.

Yammer chews and then swallows the food with a smile. "Who's leader, this round?" His dog Yummy stands in front of its master inside a depressed craved stone circle for each companion dog to attend the leadership meeting also and continues to eat the same plate of food like her master.

"Not me! I did it last leadership meeting. It is Icky's turn. Start the meeting, Icky!" The tall and queen-sized female has selected the nickname, Altitude. She possesses a bald head of glowing pale skin, a pair of brown eyeballs, and a matching tone of pale skin over her body. Her dog is newly nicknamed Attitude.

Attitude is a female solid white colored American Bull Terrier dog breed with an egg-shaped head, a pair of triangular eyes, and a very muscular body. The dog breed carries a unique skull which is almost flat. The profile curves downwards from the top of the bone to the tip of the black tinted nose that bends downwards at the tip with a set of well-develop nostrils. The under jaw line is deep and strong. The breed is the only canine with a pair of triangular eye sockets. And the tail is horizontally positioned. The dog exhibits a courageous, highly spirited, independent, obstinate, and stubborn doggie attitude. Socializing with other dogs and people is highly recommended as a young puppy. Else, the mature dog will grow at each unknown strange human and dog.

Inside the meeting room, Bull Terrier companion dog Attitude refuses to eat his food plate inside the inner circle and continues to sit beside his mistress, turning with a soft growl to each dog and each human.

His mistress Altitude reaches down and then gently pats the soft fur with a soft voice and a sweet smile, "Stay calm, Attitude! This is only a meeting room, not a fight ring. Sit down, Attitude!" She returns to eating with her fingers, chewing the cold food. The Bull Pit Terrier sits down while continuing to stare and then softly growl at each dog and human.

Tall, slender, middle-aged Icky surveys the room with a smile, "All right! I'm leader, this round. Someone report, while I eat," he dives into the food with a chuckle and then chews while listening. His dog Ibean continues to stand in front of its master inside the depressed inner circle with the other dogs cleaning his food plate in peace beside his girlfriend Greyhound Fancy.

Dimple is the nickname for a tall, slender, pretty middle-aged woman with a head of long dark brown hair, a tone of pale skin, and a pair of amber eyes, wearing a short blue colored dress with a pair of used but polished red colored cowgirl boots. She sits on top of the stone floor and leans against the circular wall, enjoying the evening meal while surveying the face of each leader. Her female dog is nicknamed Dumpling, an English Pointer dog breed.

Dumpling is a medium-sized female dog, measuring 22 inches in height and 37 pounds in weight. Her dog possesses an even tempered, affectionate, loyal, amiable, active, and kind doggie personality. She's very good with children and fits well within Dimple and her family members. Her doggie coat is short, dense, and a smooth solid white sheen with a set of lemon tinted markings. Her face is solid brown with an orange tinted nose.

Dumpling finishes her meal and then moves ahead, spinning around, sitting down on the floor and relaxes next to her mistress, watching the interaction of the humans and their dogs in peace. This is part of her natural doggie personality as an English Pointer dog while feeling the warmth as part of the human meeting also.

Dimples tosses a palm near her smile. "I'll go first. Everyone knows that I'm the local social director here for the old and new Packers. We all prefer this new gentler term, Packers, over the silly word, MUTT. So far, moral is really good among all the Packers, especially, since we won the last battle fight, this morning. Yeah! Yeah! All the young children are having tons of fun inside in the walls and outside in the grass, but I can't say the same word structure for each adult and teen that cares for them. So far, the Den holds over 10,000 warm bodies plus 10,000 furry bodies. That's a total of 20,000 souls here inside the Den. Currently, the same big four battered, beaten, and ugly airships are bringing roughly 500 new total bodies plus their individual dogs here into the Den, every two evenings or 1,000 new Packers, each week. At this rate, there'll be adding an additional 4,000 new gang of MUTTs by the end of the month..."

"We can't keep accepting more Packers." Short, pale-skinned, bald headed Food Chef Yammer chews and then swallows the food with a frown.

She swallows the food. "We can accept them." Tall, queen-sized, bald headed Altitude smiles with a nod.

"We can't keep rescuing more Packers." The female is nicknamed Urchin and her female companion dog is named Ugly.

Urchin is an extremely tall and muscular female with a strawberry blonde cropped hair, a pair of violet eyeballs, and a tone of pink tinted skin, wearing a dirty white colored tank top, a thick brown tinted animal hide apron that's covered in black oil and grease, a pair of faded blue jeans with holes, and a pair of unpolished black and orange colored boots. She sits on the floor next to Dimples and faces her companion dog Ugly while eating the evening meal, listening to the leadership discussion.

Ugly is a male Chinese Crested Hairless dog breed with a playful, affectionate, lively, happy, sweet doggie personality that weighs ten pounds. His body possesses bald gray colored soft human-like skin that is covered in spotted markings and tufts of white color fur on four paws, which is called socks, and on his tail, which is called a plume. And he displays a long flowing hair on top of his head which is called crest. A Chinese Crested Hairless breed is an elegant and graceful breed, who makes a loving and entertaining companion for his mistress Urchin.

MUTT Chinese Created Hairless Ugly stands in front of his mistress Urchin inside the curved circle with the other dogs and eats the plate of food.

Raunchy smiles, "We can rescue them." He likes the idea of more escaping MUTTs coming to the Den, assisting in the battle fight with the Autocrats, before he dies.

Dimples tosses a palm, without her plate of food, in the air and near a sour frown, staring at each face. "I'm talking here first. There have been sixteen marriages this month and fourteen engagements of couples and zero live births of babies. Freckles, where are all of the new Packer babies?"

"What!" Freckles looks up from the food plate and then looks through the space between the legs and bodies of the upright eating dogs with a puzzled brow at Dimple.

The male is average height and weight with a head of short brown colored hair, a pair of brown eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin, selecting Zombie as his new nickname. Zombie swallows the food with a sour frown. "Why is each escaping airship coming out from Authority and filled to the brim with MUTTs flying here to us? Where are all of these later MUTT individuals coming from? I thought that we were it. Who are all of these other MUTTs? Are they coming from other continents rather than Authority?"

Raunchy frowns. "I cannot answer truthfully, but accurately. Six months ago, one terrible event occurred that started the cascade of doom for everyone. A native had become infected with a terrible disease or a long-term clinical virus, contaminating every family member, every friendly neighbor, and every stubborn co-worker. Then, that individual native walked through one of the TECH machines going to their working job, like a normal working day. The TECH machine sounded with a soft hum, repeating the word throughout the crowded hallway, mutt. The word, MUTT, means Mammal Unknown To TECH. Mammal is a human. Unknown is not known. TECH is the man-made machine that does not know the mammal, which somehow become all of us here at the Den. Then, all of the Enforcers inside the Enforcer Building were quickly alerted. Then, that single native ran away with their MUTT life force from the rows of Enforcers, which started a city-provenience-wide search for that MUTT individual. Then, all of the anxious and nervous rows of Enforcers using an individual wrist watch computer identified and then killed all the other natives in cold-blood, when their watch computer sung the sweet hum, MUTT. The end!"

Altitude leans over with a grin into the smooth cheekbone of Raunchy. "How do you know that fairy tale?"

He smiles with a lovely singing voice and then laughs with the others. "I heard it through the grapevine."

"I love to eat sweet seedless grapes. I didn't know that they sing in MUTT, too," she laughs.

He exhales. "The point of my story, each one of us inside this room along with our loving family members had been quickly identified as a MUTT by the TECH computer inside each building or entrance store face or our own front doorway within Authority for some reason and then each one of us had successfully escaped with our lives, our families, and our dogs. Now, currently, the Enforcers underneath the manicured fingernail rule of First Daughter Gladino is moving over house-to-house and then searching through each room-to-room for an individual. Then, the Enforcer is waving a wrist watch glass in the face of that 'found' individual. If the computer identifies the individual as a MUTT, then the Enforcer kills the poor chap and his dog right there inside the living room floor, without cause, mercy or a social reason."

Nibble frowns. "What's the social reason, again?"

"Some social reason!" Urchin frowns. Her companion dog Ugly continues to stand inside the depressed circle with the other dogs, quickly gobbles down the small plate of food, and then looks up to see her mistress, dashing ahead, playfully colliding into Urchin with a silent thud. Her toy dog Ugly back steps and then stops, reaching down, grabbing the edge of the thick apron with the front teeth, shaking his skull side to side with a soft growl at the pretend prey. Urchin reaches down and gently pats the dog's skull while saying with a stern face to each leader. "Dimple has finally finished her verbal leadership report. I'm next. Everyone knows me or one of my work crew members, if you fly a wing-ship. I'm the head wing-ship builder here the Den. I sadly report that there were three deaths last night inside the wing-ship hallway."

Dimple turns and sneers into the nose profile of wing-ship builder Urchin. "You shouldn't kill off our Packers. We're winning the war, Urchin."

Yammer laughs with food between his teeth. "You shouldn't damage any of the wing-ships. We're still at war, Urchin."

"Look!" Urchin finishes the food and then exhales with worry, handing her empty plate over to the teenage female. The female sits in the wall corner and collects all the empty plates from each leader in silence while picking at her own food plate, feeling worry and sadness at the current situation. Urchin turns and frowns between the upright bodies of each eating dog at each MUTT leader. "The airship work is a dangerous environment, even on top of a piece of flat land with rich soft soil. Now, I and my crew are modifying each single airship into a twin seater airship. We need the extra room for the extra crowd of MUTTs for the next battle fight. If we keep growing in size and strength, then we'll need to modify the new twin-seater into a trio of seats."

Her chosen nickname is Nibble. She sneers through the circle of eating dog and stares at each MUTT leader. "When is this war going to end?" The elderly woman of eighty years old wears a tight bun of silver tinted and black colored hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of smooth pale tinted skin, displaying a short and petite body, sitting on the floor. She wears a long pale blue summer dress that also displays a set of tiny holes and numerous food stains, compliments of her new assigned Den work. She sits on the leadership meeting as the old woman among the elderly MUTT adults. Then, she updates each elderly person about the shared leadership information. Her companion dog rests inside her lap as she feeds the dog first and then her own mouth from the same plate of food.

Her dog is nicknamed Nicey. Nicey is a Bolognese dog breed, which is a small, stocky, compact dog with a solid white furry coat. The dog measures ten inches in height and nine pounds in weight. The head is medium length with a pair of big black eyeballs and a matching oversized black tinted nose, and a pair of black lips. The white tail curves over the back spine. The breed possesses a playful, easy-going, earnest, willing, intelligent, and loyal doggie personality.

Yammer, the food chef drops down a hand, allowing his dog to lick his fingers. Yummy stops yanking on the smelly apron and then reaches over with a tiny bark, licking with a tiny slurp sound on each dirty finger pad on his master with doggie happiness. Yammer frowns at Urchin. "Why hasn't the single airship been modified into a longer transport for two or more people, before the war?"

Urchin nods with a smirk. "The people inside Authority had never been in a war or a battle or a vicious fight before. I've never been in a war before. Have you ever attended a war before, Food Chief?"

Raunchy smiles, "The talk and the actions of warfare occurred over 200 or so years ago. Then, the people on the continent of Authority decided to stop all the terrible wars and bloody violence and vile fighting. Then, the people became both peaceful and productive without war and the fight and the violence and bloodshed. What single or multiple changes have caused all of the Autocrats to hate us, MUTTs? What did we do? What did I do?"

"I did nothing to the snobby Autocrats," Altitude stares with a frown in-between the empty space of heads and legs within the circle of upright dogs toward each MUTT leader. "So, it's my turn to report. I'm the War General here at the Den. Autocrats, zero. MUTTs, everything," she smiles and claps to each face. All the other MUTTS, not holding a plate of food, softly clap with a nod at the new information. Each face of a dog looks up to see its owner, tilting a skull sideways at the noise. She stops clapping with a worried brow. "All the Autocrats are dead from the last battle campaign, but we lost two percent of our warriors."

Each dog looks down to see an empty plate without any food crumbs. Some of the dogs leave the empty plate, move ahead, and finally stop, sitting beside its owner, watching the leadership meeting in silence.

Rottweiler Razz continues to lick his empty plate while tasting the juice of fresh meat, desiring more food and then bites into the flat wooden plate. He chews a piece of the wood with a set of sharp teeth, tasting tiny bits of fresh meat and swallows the tiny food particles He leans down and engulfs the rest of the small wooden plate, vigorously chewing the soft wood, tasting more of the fresh meat.

On the curved wall, Social Director Dimple gasps in shock. "We only have 10,000 Packers living here in the Den. Two percent or 2,000 dead MUTTs and their companion dogs is a terrible blow to the MUTT pack."

Raunchy laughs. "Well, we're gaining 2,000 new MUTTs per week. We'll train and use the new group of MUTTs to replace the dead MUTTs week after week after week..."

"When is the war going to end?" Nibble feeds the food to her companion dog Nicey.

Altitude, the war general clears a throat with a stern face. "Within the 10,000 Packers minus the 2,000 dead, six percent make up the bodies of children..."

"That..." Social Director Dimple turns and frowns at the nose profile of the war general Altitude, "That seems to be a low percentage that represents all our alive and living young and growing children! Are you certain?"

Altitude nods. "Yes, I'm very certain."

Dimple looks down and then presses the side button on her personal wrist watch with a stern face, reading out loud the new information to all eardrums. "Within the general population statistics, children from the age of one day old up towards fourteen years old account for seventeen percent of the Authority population. The elderly persons represent twenty percent. And the rest of the population represents both males and females between the ages of fifteen years old and one hundred years of age."

Yammer frowns. "Where did you get that population matrix, Dimple?"

Dimple smiles and shakes her naked wrist. "I just accessed the Authority database on my wrist watch."

Elderly and petite Nibble tosses the hand with the food into the air. The food lands inside the circle. One of the dogs reaches over eating the fresh morsel. Nibble gasps at Dimple. "Don't! Don't use your wrist watch! You'll reveal our secret location. Then, the Autocrats will come and destroy our cave, killing us in the process. I thought we were winning the War."

Raunchy smiles, "The wrist watch is not directly linked into the massive computer system that is nicknamed TECH. We're too far from the mainframe computer to communicate with the internal bots inside the upper part of the continent or a person. Thus, the Autocrats can't locate us. And we can't tell that they're coming without our team of scout wing-ships."

Altitude, the war general says with a stern face. "I agree with Dimple. The Authority population matrix is correct. However, here inside the Den, the new population matrix is presented as follows: six percent children, twenty-nine percent elderly persons, and the rest of the figures equals a set of Packers like us. I want to point out that everyone goes into the battle fight but the six percent of children and fifty caretakers. That's roughly 7,300 warriors for the next battle campaign."

"There won't be a new battle campaign. We've won the War. The War is finished and done. We have called this meeting to discuss packing up," Social Director Dimple giggles with a grin. "Excuse the pun! And then sending all of us back home. Yay!"

Altitude frowns. "Who decided all of us are going back home, now, Dimple?"

"No one has made that leadership decision, Dimple." Raunchy frowns.

Dimple exhales, "Where did you collect your population matrix here inside the Den, War General?"

Altitude, the war general smiles, "I received my information from Freckles."

Dimple turns and gasps at the head medical scientist in the Den. "Freckles, why is the children percentage so low here at the Den? Did you count in the dead babies? You should only count the live newborn baby births, not the dead ones. What is the count of live newborn babies?"

"What?" Freckles turns and then frowns at Dimple.

Raunchy finishes the food and then slaps a chest with a smile, "My turn! Quiet! Listen! I'm the Crop Farmer here at the Den. We're planted a series of new rows of food to replace the old rotten and eaten rows of food. However, some of the dead MUTTs were my live farmers. Now, I need more working hands down there in the fertile village to maintain the current stock of raw food for the Den. Or lots of some ones and their dogs get to go on a very strict food diet."

Dimple turns and winks with a smile at Raunchy. "Don't worry! We'll get you more farm hands for the toil or soil or till. Anyways, we're winning the War. We should be going back home very soon."

The male is tall and slender with a tone of dark skin, a pair of green eyes, and a short cropped head of brown hue, using the nickname Stubby.

His companion dog is a large breed of herding dog called a Samoyed, which measures 24 inches in height and 66 pounds in weight. The breed possesses a stubborn, lively, friendly, alert, and sociable doggie personality. The Samoyed breed dog is used to hunt and haul all the dead animal meat for the Den on top of a wooden sleigh, like its canine ancestors. The dog possesses a set of brown eyes in almond-shape and a curvy tail. The coat contains long, coarse, straight fur with a hint of silver coloring. The dog wears a happy expression which has earned the nickname "smiley dog."

Thus, Stubby's dog companion is nicknamed as Smiley.

Stubby leans back into the wall with a stern face. "I'm the Hunter Commander here at the Den. There are twenty-nine hunting teams that are currently assigned to scout around during the day or the night for fresh animal meat for human and canine consumption. The hunt has been good, so far. But I'm worried. The more mouths and fangs to feed, the more hunting activity is required. We're slowly running off the lush game mammals further away from our fixed mountain home base due to our unnatural and numerous human activities and the great noise pollution. Within a few more months or less, the hunting teams will be riding inside a wing-ship to find the new mammal dens for food consumption."

Dimple smiles, "The Packers won't be staying here within a couple more months. The War is almost done. Then we all go back home and resume our happy lives."

Stubby nods with a stern face. "The weather here on top and bottom of each mountain gets very cold and snowy and icy from the winter weather."

Dimple smiles, "I'm not worried. We're winning the War. Then, each misplaced Packer will go back home, before the wintertime and live inside their warm home. What has happened to my house within Authority? Does anyone know? How can I find out about my house?"

"When is the war going to end?" Nibble resumes feeding her dog and her own mouth.

"I'm the Food Chef here," Yammer exhales with a nod. "Currently, you have forty percent of the raw meat left for food human and canine consumption, which will be eaten within two days and nights in six meals. However, we'll need more fresh meat, if we continue to add more warm and furry bodies, both kinds of mammals. I'm worried. What happens when we didn't have enough food? A human can skip a meal, without a meat component, and nibbles on raw vegetables all day long. A dog cannot or will not or should not skip a meal without a meat component. Each one of our dogs is a personal companion, since birth. But, all their doggie genes within a dog come directly from the forest wild gray wolf. A gray wolf hunts for its food when hunger and seeks its food wherever. I do ponder this upcoming doggie disaster, if a pack of the dogs are too hunger during the late evening hours, and if they are around helpless children..."

Dimple gasps in worry. "Are my children in danger from a pack of wild hunger dogs?"

"Yes," Yammer laughs.

"No," Freckles shakes her curls with a sour frown. "No, I disagree. A gray wolf and a dog are closely related genetically within their individual DNA genes, except for a handy chemical enzyme called acid phosphatase. In the blood cells, the domesticated dog exhibits a starch gel electrophoresis of red blood cell acid phosphatase, where the wolf does not. A dog possesses a twenty percent smaller skull and a thirty percent smaller brain matter than a wolf. The mouth of teeth on a wolf is larger than a dog. A dog possesses a domed forehead. A wolf does not show dewclaws on their back legs..."

Raunchy smiles, "Freckles knows her dogs."

Stubby, the hunt commander leans over with a sneer and a whisper into the cheekbone of Raunchy. "She came from the Science Building. She's a former scientist. I don't trust any of the scientists back there in Authority or here in the Den. It was a scientist that found out about the first MUTT. Now, we're all exposed and in danger."

Raunchy frowns, "Hmm! Who is patient zero?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. When I find out, I'm going to kill patient zero. If someone had killed patient zero back there inside the Science Building, then I'd be home asleep inside my warm bed, not here sitting on a cold floor."

Raunchy smiles, "Hmm! You sound a little angry to me."

He sneers. "I'm hungry and cold and angry and mad and unhappy here at the Den."

Freckles continues the vocal lecture to each leader with a sour frown, "The four paws of a dog are half the size of a gray wolf. The tail of dog will curl upward, not on a gray wolf. A dog has developed into hundreds of individual breeds with common behaviors and different morphologies. For example, a Chihuahua is six inches in height. An Irish wolfhound is over three feet in height. A dog's fur coat varies in color from white through grays to black, browns, tan, red and other hues. Each coat can be short or long of coarse-haired to straight, curly or smooth. And a dog sheds its coat. A wolf does not. A bitch dog enters heat twice yearly, unlike a gray bitch wolf which only does so once a year..."

"Where are the new litter of doggie puppies, Freckles?" Dimple frowns at Freckles.

"What!" Freckles turns and gasps at Dimple.

Dimple nods with a smile to Freckles. "A newborn puppy is conceived three days, after the fertilization process. Then, fifteen days later the puppy embryo attaches to the uterus of the bitch. The heartbeat of a puppy embryo is detected after twenty-three days. A bitch dog will produce a litter of newborn puppies 63 days, after fertilization that contains an average of six puppies. The toy dogs produce only four pups. So, what is the count of newborn puppies? Where is each litter of newborn puppies located here inside the Den? Does the Den possess a dog nursery as well?"

"What?" Freckles frowns.

Yammer nods with a smile. "A dog possesses a thicker furry warming coat rather than a forest gray wolf. You forgot to add that fact to your doggie lecture, Freckles."

Raunchy nods with a grin. "And some people will kill their dog or another dog and then use that thick warm furry coat as a piece of warm clothing on the cold body. You forgot to add that other fact to your doggie lecture, Freckles."

Dimple leans over with a worried brow and then covers both ears on her dog Dumpling. "Do not vocalize those mean and vile words in the meeting here to my dog! She can hear and then understand your nasty tone and your vile words. Be quiet!" She removes both hands and then leans down, whispering into the eardrum of her dog. "Go outside and play, Dumpling! I'll be a little while longer. Then, we'll all go outside and play." Her companion dog Dumpling stands upright from the floor and slowly moves ahead.

Yammer exhales. "I'm saying here. If we can't find enough fresh raw meat food for each dog, then we cut them loose and fancy free into the vast and lush wilderness. A dog is a scavenger using its set of natural instincts like its cousin, the gray wolf, when it does not have an owner. Each mutt dog will learn to run away from a bad situation or confront the aggressor with its own aggression. Each freed and hungry dog will find a place of shelter and then form a colony with its like kin, living in a pack."

Freckles sneers, "The greatest killer of a dog is a wild animal, like a wolf. Wolves live and work in pairs or in a small pack seeking out their food prey for the week while providing for continued protection. A wolf pack will kill a single or group of free-roaming dogs."

Raunchy nods with a stern face. "And I agree with Freckles. A wild wolf is a dangerous creature when hungry and looking for its next food meal. The wild wolf displays an uncharacteristic fearlessness when attacking a dog or a cow or a human or any other food prey."

Urchin laughs with a nod. "Then, I agree with Yammers. So, we'll tie a spiked collar on each dog before turning it loose and fancy free into the wilderness. That sharp neck ornament will protect the vulnerable neck of every dog from a wolf or a pack of hungry dogs. When there's no food supply, the dog will form a pack and then go pack hunting."

Stubby leans over and pats the furry bone skull on his companion dog Smiley. "Me and Smiley have a set of extra strong social and emotional bonds as we are a family unit first and a work unit second. So, Smiley is not meeting a hungry wolf for any reason, except for eating the fresh animal meat, after I kill it with my bow and arrow, ya'll."

Nibble reaches down and gently pats the tiny furry bone skull on her companion dog Nicey. Nicey continues to chew on the good food in peace. Nibble nods. "I completely agree. The loss of a companion dog breaks that extra-strong social and emotional bond between the man and the mammal. I'll never depart from my dog until my death."

Yammer laughs. "Your death might be coming up soonest, Nibble. Do you participate in the battle fight?"

"I kill." Nibble sneers at Yammer.

Freckles exhales, "Finally, a dog requires fewer calories to function unlike its first cousin, the gray wolf. So, based on all the new information, there is plenty of food for each dog. No dog will go hungry. And a dog can adapt and then live on the substance of raw or cooked vegetables other than raw or cooked fresh animal meat as opposed to a feline cat."

Icky swallows the food with a stern face, "All right! The food's good as usual, Yammer."

Yammer spits out a mouthful of his abused food particles with a grin on top of the floor, "Thank you!"

The English Pointer dog breed reaches over into the circle line and wiggles down a tongue from the open mouth, scooping up the used food particles on the stone floor, chewing with a silly grin at his mistress Dimple. Dimple reaches over with a sour frown and slaps the air molecules. Her companion dog Dumpling is smarter than her owner, swiftly moving away from the swinging human hand. The human mistress Dimple yells with a sour frown. "Dumpling, come back here! Do not eat a set of nasty waste products from this dirty floor."

"Why not? Razz and all the other dogs represent a living vacuum cleaner that keeps each corridor cleaner than the true MUTT cleaning crew," Raunchy laughs with some of the other MUTTs.

English Pointer Dumpling swiftly advances ahead while leading a set of other companion dogs through the open archway, starting to play inside the empty hallway for fun while their owners finish the leadership meeting.

Rottweiler Razz continues to stand in place and finishes chewing, and then swallows the rest of his empty wooden plate that had contained bits of fresh meat, slowly scooting inside the inner circle and stops, standing over the next wooden plate which is empty of food also. He leans down and sniffs the wood, smelling a set of tiny particles of fresh meat, eating a huge chunk from the soft wooden plate and chews with hungry.

Inside the meeting room, Freckles grins at each leader, "My turn to report! There's a very short row of dogs and people inside the medial hallway. But all the injuries are minor like heat exhaustion, a broken limb, or a minor bump on the cranium. There are not any fleas, flu, or funny viruses here at the DEN. Every MUTT human and their dog are healthy."

The male is short and slender wearing a long mop of red colored hair, a pair of brown eyeballs, and a tone of pale skin, dressing a pair of walking shorts, a ripped and stained sleeveless shirt, and a pair of sandals. His nickname is Zombie. His dog companion is nicknamed Zero.

Zero is a Basenji dog breed measuring 22 pounds of weight and 15 inches in height. The dog is a small, short haired black and white colored hunting dog, where solid white hue decorates the front chest, four legs, and all four paws. The dog wears a solid black face that holds a pair of pricked ears and a tightly curled tail in black hue, using its sight and sound to find its prey.

The unique hound dog does not bark, but produces with a yodel-like sound, which is called a baroo, due to the its unusually shaped larynx. The doggie trait has nicknamed the Basenji breed as a "soundless dog." However, the breed does growl to warn its owner of danger or prey.

A Basenji breed possesses more terrier-like manners with a feisty attitude unlike a hound dog and is exhibits cat-like reflexes due to its light weight body frame and quick paws. The breed exhibits an intelligent, mischievous, alert, energetic, curious, and emotionally bond with one owner. The dog does not like other non-canine pets and dislikes wet weather but can climb over tall objects.

Currently, Zero stands on its hind legs beside his master and leans against the wall observing with its doggie curiosity the leaders and their dogs, a common genetic trait among the Basenji breed.

Zombie turns and frowns to each leader. "I'm the Cave Sculpture person here at the mountain setting, which has been named by the group of Packers. After hearing the increase in new MUTT body count when compared to the dead body count, I must point out that we're slowing running out of the hard rock for an individual sleeping cone here inside this short mountain interior, until we start drilling into the meeting rooms and the entertainment rooms. That's all."

Icky wipes a mouth with his arm and then hands the plate to Freckles. She places the dirty plate on top of hers and then hands both of the dirty dishes to the teenager in the corner. Icky smiles, "All right! We're running out of mountain rock, low on animal game for the human stomachs, and fresh meat for the doggie consumption. MUTTs are getting killed during the battle fight and we can't go back home to Authority. So, I propose that we go back and negotiate with the Autocrats..."

Nibble gasps. "No! They'll kill us. They'll continue to seek and destroy every single MUTT within Authority. That's why we continue to see shipment after shipment of escaping MUTTs. That's a suicide run."

Dimple gasps and then raises a hand with a smile. "I'll go."

"No, Dimple!" Nibble frowns as she continues to feed her dog Nicey.

Rottweiler Razz continues to stand in place and finishes chewing, and then swallows the rest of the second wooden plate that had contained bits of fresh meat, slowly scooting inside the inner circle and stops, standing over the next wooden plate which is empty of food also. He leans down and sniffs the wood, smelling a set of tiny particles of fresh meat, eating a huge chunk from the soft wooden plate and chews with boredom.

Raunchy frowns. "No, I disagree, Icky. We're collecting more and more MUTTs here at our hidden base. Once the Autocrats finish cleaning out each city-provenience with MUTTs and they come here to the Den, then we will possess a huge army of angry madman fighting soldiers. Then, the MUTTs will return back and invade each city-provenience taking back our homes and our lands."

"I'll go," Dimple continues to hold a hand near her smile.

Rottweiler Razz continues to stand in place and finishes chewing, and then swallows the rest of the third wooden plate that had contained bits of fresh meat, slowly scooting inside the inner circle and stops, standing over the next wooden plate which is empty of food also. He leans down and sniffs the wood, smelling a set of tiny particles of fresh meat, eating a huge chunk from the soft wooden plate and chews with destruction.

"No, I disagree, Raunchy! The Autocrats are killing the rest of the MUTTs. There won't be any more shipments after this one. We should stay here and start a new life. At least, we're alive."

Urchin frowns. "Yeah, I'm living inside a rock, which is a hard place on my soft body."

"No, Dimple!" Nibble frowns and pats her white colored toy dog Nicey.

Yammer nods. "I agree that we should talk to First Daughter Gladino, but I'd rather not. We stay here at the Den and continue to fight in the battle fight. Eventually, all the Autocrats will die. Then we all can move back into Authority, without all that additional bloodshed."

Altitude sneers. "We're bleeding now. Every time a MUTT goes into battle, then a MUTT bleeds. Eventually, we'll all bleed out and die. I don't wanna die."

"I'll go," Dimple waves the hand near her smile.

"No, Dimple!" Nibble frowns.

Rottweiler Razz continues to stand in place and finishes chewing, and then swallows the rest of the fourth wooden plate that had contained bits of fresh meat, slowly scooting inside the inner circle and stops, standing over the next wooden plate which is empty of food also. He leans down and sniffs the wood, smelling a set of tiny particles of fresh meat, eating a huge chunk from the soft wooden plate and chews with more boredom.

Dimple reaches down and then slaps her chest with a smile. "I personally know Gladino. We lived in the same city-provenience and we attended the same school together. I'll go back and then talk with her explaining our situation. We wanna come back home to Authority. We wanna end the War. We wanna surrender."

Silence invades the room.

"Icky..." Counselor Groovy stands inside the open archway with her boxer breed Grope.

Icky doesn't bother turning to see Groovy while recognizing her soprano voice, exhaling with sadness. "Come inside, Groovy! Groovy has an update for the leadership meeting too."

Groovy moves inside and sits down in front of the doorway with a sad face. "We have two teens that are making trouble."

Raunchy nods with a smile, "Easy fix! Burn them!"

Freckles frowns, "You should listen to their side of the story."

Yammer nods. "Look! I know their sad story. It's the same old sad story. Their parents are sadly dead. They ran into one of the sorry looking parked wing-ships escaping from the row of evil Enforcers. The, he or she or they sadly arrive here at the Den. Then, he or she or they are sadly now causing more trouble. The same old sad ending!"

Raunchy nods. "No one wants to hear that story again and again. The Den is a place for a cold survival of work, not a vacation hot spot of fun. Every person obeys the rules or dies. Every person has a work duty, such like, gathering the raw food..."

Freckles nods with a worried brow. "We all know that. Each one is assigned work duty for the good of the Pack. I'm saying that we should make an exception or two."

Raunchy shakes his curls with a sour frown. "No exception! Period! Does any MUTT disagree with me?" Silence invades the room. "It's a done deal. The two teens must burn on the stick, tonight, after everyone is asleep."

Stubby nods with a stern face. "Clearly, they came from the Autocrat class, not a working class, like me. Is each sibling a MUTT?"

Dimple gasps in shock. "We don't actually know that information."

"Yes, we do," Yammer slaps the face of his wrist watch onto the dirty shirt with a smile and then presses the button.

His wrist watch face sings out loud in soprano musical tone for all eardrums, "MUTT! MUTT! MUTT..."

He jerks the watch away from the dirty shirt with a sigh and then stares down with a sour brow at the face. "Why does my annoyingly little waist watch do that?"

Raunchy turns and points to each leader and then his dirty shirt with a musical tone and a laugh. "You're a MUTT. She's a MUTT. He's a MUTT. I'm a MUTT."

Stubby frowns with a nod. "I do believe that our next step is to find out how the MUTT was created or developed or conceived. I don't feel like a MUTT. I feel the same, like me. I haven't changed. The group of Autocrats have changed and then targeted us for some reason."

Raunchy turns and jabs a finger at Stubby with a laugh. "The reason is crystal clear. You're a MUTT. I'm a MUTT. He's a MUTT. She's a MUTT. We're all MUTTs here and forever and forever and forever..."

"That's an excellent idea, Stubby!" Yammer nods with a smile. "How do we find out how we have changed, mentally, socially, physically?"

Dimple slaps her chest with a smile. "I know. I know how we can find out. I can leave out from here and then travel to Authority and talk with Gladino. We are not MUTTs. We are humans like Gladino. It's the hard metal machine that has labeled each one of us, a MUTT, not a human. I can ask her to scan me with her acute eyeballs and her smart neurons and her generous heart."

Altitude nods with a stern face to Freckles. "Can we scan ourselves with a different type of metal machine, Freckle?"

Freckles nods with a smile. "That's a very good question. I'll look through all the storage tubs and see if I can find an old fashioned hand scanner that can scan a variety of methods on a single human body. There must be something down at the cellular level which makes us different from an Autocrat."

"No, Freckles!" Dimple gasps.

"Yes, Dimple!" Raunchy nods with a smile.

"Naw, Raunchy!" Nibble frowns.

Yammer smiles. "Yeah, Dimple! We're somehow different from an Autocrat."

Dimple hisses. "No! We're the same as an Autocrat. It's the stupid machine that's malfunctioning there within Authority. Once I point out the machine's error, then we all can return back to Authority. I miss my house."

Icky nods with a stern face. "All right! Dimple goes and visits with Gladino. Do you wanna an armed escort?"

Dimple shakes her curls with a sour frown, "Absolutootly not! I have my family and my companion dogs. Anyways, I know Gladino. She knows me," she smiles.

Nibble frowns. "What about the two rebel teens?"

Groovy exhales. "What about the Autocrat lady?"

Yammer frowns. "What Autocrat lady?"

Groovy nods. "There's an Autocrat lady that matches her silly lap dog. She refuses to work but eats five or six meal plates per day. Then, she sits around in the hallway and bosses everyone around."

Icky turns and nods to the young teen in the wall corner. "What do the other teens say about the rebellious brother-sister pair, Quip?"

Quip is the chosen nickname from the sixteen-year-old female. She possesses a head of very cropped blonde colored hair next to the skull bone due to the heat during the daylight hours while disgusting her teen appearance also. She is tall and slender with a pair of green eyeballs like her parents, wearing a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, a sleeveless green tinted shirt, and a pair of unpolished brown tinted cowgirl boots.

Her dog is nicknamed as Quirk, who is a Blue tick Coonhound dog breed. She measures 22 inches in height and weighs 65 pounds, wearing a short, coarse, glossy set of black tinted spots on the solid white coat. The Blue tick name comes from the black ticking on the white coat, giving an aura of navy blue color. The black ticking covers the entire body on the dog and as the dog wears a pair of solid black floppy ears and spots of solid black hue on the back spine and the sides of the body. A set of tan colored dots run over each eye socket and the sides of the muzzle.

A Blue tick Coonhound dog breed possesses an athletic and hardy body, exhibiting an intelligent, obedience, and happy doggie personality. A Blue tick coonhound breed is very mindful of their owner and easily obeys the voice of its owner without hesitation. The coon dog is bred to bay while hunting with a very high vocal sound.

If Quirk starts to bay inside the large enclosed room, each pair of eardrums will be deaf for the rest of the evening. Quip reaches over and pats the bony skull feeling the cold nose on the Blue tick coonhound dog, calming the dog's energy level along with her own mixed emotions. Quip is proud and honored to serve on the leadership board, working hard to achieve this goal.

Quirk softly sounds with a single low howl with its doggie acknowledgement to her mistress.

She exhales with a stern face to each leader, "The other MUTT teens do not like or engage with the brother-sister pair. They refuse to adopt a nickname or work their assigned DEN task or make friends. They are clearly from the Autocrat class. I feel bad for them. They lost their parents. But I..." she exhales. "I lost my parents too. That's no excuse. We're the MUTTS. We must survive and then go back home to Authority like the other natives. I wanna go back home too."

Raunchy nods with a smile. "Well said, young MUTT!"

Icky smiles, "Quip is our youngest leader and our most valuable."

Dimple exhales with annoyance and then lifts a palm near her grin. "I'm valuable here, too. I'm the social director here to all the Packers for any social issue or matter. That's a very important job here at the DEN. I keep the moral going and going and going..."

"Quip," Icky nods to the teen. "She works with the science team and ensures that each MUTT human and dog possesses a crystal earring. The gem stone resides in the left earlobe for communication with the War General during a battle fight."

Quip nods. "Everyone has an earring, but the two teens and the Autocrat lady. Everyone is ready for the next battle fight but them."

Raunchy laughs, "Burn them all!"

Dimple frowns, "We should stop engaging in that barbaric torment punishment act, right now. I will go and visit with Gladino. I will explain our point of view. Then she will act accordingly."

Zombie frowns. "What will Gladino do?"

Raunchy nods. "She'll send out a new set of more ratty and ugly-looking wooden yachts and then will try to annihilate us, again."

Yammer frowns. "Where is their Autocrat army?"

Stubby frowns. "Where is our MUTT army?"

Nibble exhales with a sour frown and continues to gently calm her nervous dog. "Where is the army? I would like to remind everyone with a pair of perfect hearing eardrums. The natives of Authority have enjoyed and lived in peace for over 200 years. We are a peaceful people, not a gang of warriors. No one possesses an army or a set of troopers or a fleet of warship. We do not own a set of large weapons but an individual photon weapon that had been used for fun and sport. The Autocrats are sending out a fleet of ratty and ugly yachts that had been used by the group of leisurely boaters and fishermen for centuries. We escaped and stole each wing-ship during the First Wave of Escapees."

Stubby eyes each leader with his puzzlement, curiosity, and suspicion. "Who came up the idea of escaping from Authority? Who was discovered as the first MUTT? Does anyone know?"

Nibble frowns. "The point, the MUTTs and the Autocrats are not equipped to battle or fight or win or lose. This entire battle situation is a losing effort. I agree with Dimple. Someone needs to go and talk with Gladino. I know of her father. He was a very understanding and reasonable leader. He has retired and all of his children have taken over the leadership of Authority. One of the MUTTs must go and present our welfare case to Gladino. We cannot live there during the cold winter months or forever."

Icky nods with a worried brow. "So be it! Gladino is the key person here. Dimple gets her wish and goes to visit with her girlfriend. Good luck, Dimple!"

Altitude nods with a stern face. "I have a question, well, an observation. I agree with the idea of finding out the difference between a MUTT and an Autocrat human. And I applaud all of Freckles' medical work. However, it does us no good to scan our own human body that has been labeled by the TECH machine as a MUTT. I don't feel different from another human. I don't know if something is wrong with me or you. But I do believe that the MUTTs here need an alive or dead body of an Autocrat." The room sounds with soft mumbles. She nods with a smile. "I propose that one of our sneaky and talented MUTTs invade one of the city-proveniences and then find, bringing back an alive Autocrat for a clinical examination and medical testing or whatever Dr. Freckles needs to uncover the truth."

Raunchy tosses both arms near a smile with a loud cheer. "Here! Here! Then, we can kill it."

Stubby smiles, "Here! Here! We can study the live and breathing Autocrat and then kill it."

Yammer frowns. "We fight with them all the time during the battle fight. We should grab an alive or dead one during the next battle."

Altitude shakes her curls with a worried brow. "No, bad idea! That's too dangerous. And we'll be seen also. The battle fight is always recorded by each communication devise on-board each ratty yacht, before it becomes a pile of fire and flames, sinking down into the ocean waters. Then, the Autocrats will become suspect that we are advancing our MUTT cause and really winning the MUTT War."

Dimple frowns. "Why doesn't the Autocrat team attack the Den?"

Yammer frowns. "Well, just shout that statement out loud, again, Dimple! Maybe, one of the spies will hear you."

Dimple smiles. "There isn't a single spy here at the Den."

Raunchy sneers, "Because, the big mouth of Dimple just announced it, today."

Dimple sneers. "Go and fluffy yourself, Raunchy!"

Freckles exhales with a nod. "I can't believe that I'm saying this out loud, but I agree with our war general Altitude. I need an alive and breathing Autocrat body of its active DNA cells and then compare those pure genes to an alive and breathing MUTT body of active DNA cells also. That's the only way to distinguish the differences between a MUTT and an Autocrat."

Quip nods with a stern face. "I can..."

"Absolutootly not!" Dimple frowns. "She's a child. I'm a woman. I can bring back an alive and breathing Autocrat person. My action will become the greatest show of goodwill and peace from the Autocrat leadership to the MUTT refugee camp here inside mountain den. I'll ask that one of them to come back and..."

"...expose our only hidden and safe hideout!" Yammer sneers. "No! I veto that very bad idea. I propose we kidnap an Autocrat and then Dr. Freckles can do her experiments on that piece of c..."

"Could we be a little nicer during the leadership meeting?" Dimple frowns. "I have a dizzy headache now. So, I'm leaving the Den on the next flying wing-ship. One of the wing-ships is scheduled to park near the Authority headquarters building, in surprise and disguise. I will simply leave the ship, move across the pavement, enter the building and walk down the long hallway into the private Autocrat office of First Daughter Gladino. She and I are a set of old friends. Once I explain that the machine is malfunctioning with that silly musical tone of MUTT, then we all can go back home to Authority," she slowly stands and wipes off the food crumbs from her short dress, swiftly moving ahead with a smile through the circle pattern, leaving the meeting room.

Inside the meeting room, Stubby frowns. "Dimple will be gone for days until she can schedule an appointment with Gladino. We need that Autocrat DNA right now."

Altitude nods. "I agree with Stubby."

Quip raises a hand with a smile. "I can go."

Icky exhales. "I really don't wanna send a child to do a woman or a man's homework."

Yammer nods to the teen. "Quip should go. She's the best spy. She's a teen. An adult, not at work or hiding inside a house, will instantly become suspicious and then questioned and then killed by one of the Enforcers. Quip is the perfect spy. She can sneak around the grounds like the rest of the teens do. Can you handle an alive and breathing Autocrat?"

"The Autocrat can be a small child or a small infant," Freckles nods with a worried brow. "I only need a sample of their supposedly Autocrat DNA cells, not an organ or the heart valve. Then, we'll kindly return the stolen Autocrat child back to her or his Autocrat parents, unharmed. Isn't that right, Raunchy?"

Raunchy frowns, "Naw!"

Icky nods with a sneer. "Yes! Can you handle this new MUTT assign, Quip?"

Quip leans over and pats her dog with a smile, "Me and Quirk are a pair of good hunters and a set of great partners. I came from one of the crowed city-proveniences, where I know lots and lots of children, who must be Autocrats. I have seen those children or their parents here at the DEN. And the children know me too. That's makes my MUTT assignment much easier. Yeah, I can handle this and bring back a small child as long as the innocent Autocrat child will be returned back home, unharmed."

"I promise with my word." Freckles nods with a smile.

Dimple rushes back into the meeting room and stands inside archway with a worried brow. "There's a new Autocrat attack, right now, today. The boats are coming now and sailing down in the ocean waves a couple miles from the ocean shoreline," she spins around with a huff and dashes down the hallway, looking for her family members. She's taking the next wing-ship from the DEN flying toward Authority to finish her new MUTT assignment. Then, the War will finally end. And her family can move back home and resume their happy family life as a native of Authority.

Altitude, the war general continues to sit and reaches up, pressing the earring on her left earlobe, voicing her vocal command to the MUTTs. "A line of Autocrat vessels has been spotted and are approaching the shoreline. Go to your MUTT stations! Every life form, go and grab your family members and your dogs and get into a wing-ship, right now. We engage the enemy at the shoreline, at night," she swiftly stands upright from the floor and leaves the room first. Her companion Bull terrier dog quickly stands and moves beside the leg of his mistress, softly sneering at each human and dog.

Yammer slowly stands upright from the floor and carries the set of dirty plates from the human that Rottweiler Razz has not eaten and is currently digesting. Yammer moves ahead with a worried brow toward the open archway. "This is really weird. Why are the Auto-craps fighting the MUTTs at night? Nighttime is never a good advantage point for them or us. We can't see the enemy at night."

Stubby slowly stands upright from the floor with a grin and moves ahead toward the open archway, readying for the new MUTT War. "But, a dog can."

Yammer laughs. "O! That's a very good point, Stubby," he leads Stubby out the open archway.

The other leaders swiftly move out the meeting room and then gather their companion dog, quickly racing down an empty hallway, getting ready for the new battle fight.

Inside the meeting room, Freckles quickly stands upright from the floor and dashes ahead to Nibble, leaning down, offering a hand to the elderly lady.

Nibble accepts the pre-offered hand from Freckles and then slowly stands upright from the hard surface with a deep sigh, pressing down her wet and wrinkled gown with a stern face. She is eighty years old and still in good health, but the toll of age works all of her weak body muscles here at the DEN with the usually domestic chores to stay alive. She exhales with a huff. "Thank you, Freckles!"

"I would strongly advice..."

Nibble shakes her curls and leans down, picking up her dog, standing upright again with a smile. "Nothing stops me from fighting as a MUTT. The Autocrats have labeled me as such. And I dare not disappoint them on the battle fight. I am MUTT and I am grateful for you and the younger MUTTs for establishing this secret home base here in the mountains. Else, the Autocrats will finish off our new species."

Freckles gasps. "I don't believe that we're a new type of species within the world, Nibble."

She nods with a smile. "We changed our names and our living standards from an Autocrat. Something is different about us. I agree with my new friend Altitude. I don't feel different, but I am different. A machine has been programmed to make a human life easier; but it can also detect or default or defeat or de-fail, when something is wrong or different. I do believe that we need the guts of an alive and breathing Autocrat human body to be ripped apart from the bone tissues and then thoroughly examined. Maybe, the Autocrats are the one that are different from us," she moves ahead and cuddles her dog with an evil laugh, exiting the meeting room, readying for the new upcoming battle fight.

Freckles gasps. "I haven't thought of that," she turns and follows the back spine of Nibble out the open archway.

Icky swiftly stands upright from the floor and reaches out, stopping teenager Quip. He leans down into her cropped blonde hair roots with a soft whisper. "Quip, go and leave the Den, right now! This is perfect timing for us and you. The rest of the MUTTs will be too busy to argue with me or stop you from leaving the Den. And the same MUTTs will never know about our new MUTT assignment. You can complete it, before the sunrise tomorrow. Go and grab one of the twin wing-ships, before the rest of the MUTTs. Then, wait until the last wing-ship has gone from the mountain peak and flies toward the shoreline and then leave the DEN. Travel over the peaks of the lush mountains, not the ocean pathway for safety. The communication devises cannot pick up your flying signature through the air."

Quip nods with a smile and pats the boney skull of Quirk, "Got it! Don't worry, Icky! I can do this."

Icky nods with a fake smile. "You're a good kid, Quip. I wish you lots of great luck!"

"Thanks!" Quip dashes out the doorway with her coon dog, running down an empty hallway with a smile. The meeting hallway only contains the leaders in the leadership meeting. She turns and races up the staircase toward the flat mountain peak in the night air with all of the other ambitious MUTT warriors that greatly desires and thrilling enjoys killing off each Auto-crap human on top of the sandy beach scene.

At 18:53 pm, inside the meeting room, MUTT human female physician Freckles continues to sit on top of the floor while calming her raw nerve endings, patting on her companion dog Fancy. Icky spins around and leans down grabbing her hand, helping Freckles to stand, and cuddles her into his side with a worried brow. They slowly move ahead towards the open archway.

He exhales. "I can't believe that the Autocrats are attacking us at night. This is really odd. Why could be there rational reason?"

She frowns. "The Autocrats do not need a reason. But I suspect that we're doing a good job of aiding the escapees. Otherwise, the Autocrats would not be attacking us again, at night. I guess. Is this War ever going to end?"

He nods. "I do believe so."

She nods. "I only need to find the difference between a MUTT and an Autocrat. That's the key here. I believe Dimple when she says that the TECH machine is malfunctioning also. We are all humans. We aren't aliens from another planet. We aren't foreigners from another soil on this planet. We aren't plant life or sea life. We're human life."

He frowns. "So, take a guess here! Why are a MUTT and an Autocrat different?"

She exhales. "I really don't know."

"So, guess?"

"Well, I don't really know what to guess. But I can eliminate some common elements. It's not the hair or the eyes or the limbs or the teeth or the tongue or the fingernails or the skin or any part of the common human body. A MUTT and an Autocrat, both the forms look exactly alike, a human figure. It's not the blood either. The blood protein cannot be duplicated, only transfused from one human body with that blood type into a second human body."

"Could the blood protein be contaminated?"

"So, over 7,000 people are contaminated with the same blood protein. No. That's an epidemic of death. And that's impossible."

"So, the difference must be at the cellular level."

She frowns. Hmm! I'm not so certain. If the difference was at the cellular level, a MUTT and an Autocrat would physically or mentally show some type of difference in the face or the body or the hands or the toes or the eyeballs or the hair or another part of the human body. I'm not seeing any physical difference like that there in Authority or here at the DEN. Honestly, I'm stumped within my neurons, also. I had worked at the Science Building directly beside numerous Autocrats, before I had been uncovered as a MUTT. As a scientist, I cannot tell the difference between the two life forms, which really aren't too distinct life forms, if that makes sense."

He nods. "All right! It's a chemical change inside our brains, maybe like a mental disease. Honestly, some of the MUTTS and their dogs act a little poco loco."

"That's the war fever, when your life force is about to die. No! The TECH machine doesn't analyze inside each brain cell. It only scans the overall biological body for an infection or a germ or a bacterium, where all the human diseases have been eliminated, going back 200 years old or so. No one is sick with a cold virus. No human is mentally unstable with craziness. Every human works for food, shelter, and clothing, but the elite class, which has existed since the beginning of time. Every human marries and then raises a family."

"Then, it must be a genetic flaw that each MUTT possesses without using the microscope."

She smiles. "You are really old, aren't you, Icky?"

He laughs. "Yeah, I'm very old compared to you and the other mature adults."

"Well, that's a very good guess. That's why I need to test on an Autocrat. Their individual DNA cells will show me something that points out the difference in me and you."

"I sent out Quip. She's flying out to Authority tonight. She said that she knows numerous children."

"I hate the thoughts of testing on a child, much less stealing one from her parents."

"I do, also. But, we're desperate. The Autocrats are not giving up. They're sending out more and more natives with their dogs to die. By the time, this War finally ends, no one will be left to live and tell our MUTT story."

At 18:56 pm, Mutt human male Groovy dashes down an empty hallway with concern and then stops inside the open archway of the meeting room, standing in front of Icky and Freckles. He huffs out a series of shallow breaths with a worried brow. "Icky, I'm so sorry. The two rebel teens, they've escaped from the meeting room. Their companion dogs attacked the other MUTT dogs, creating a diversion. Then, the two teens rushed out the room, but there companion dogs have been re-captured and are held inside the same meeting room. All the dogs have dog bites and cuts."

Freckles gasps in alarm. "Take all the dogs down to the medical hallway, right now, and get their dog bites treated, right now!"

Groovy nods. "Yes, Freckles. I believe that the teen must be somewhere here inside the Den. And now, there's a war alarm!"

Icky exhales with a stern face. "I can't believe it. These two teens were naked but decided to run away in their nakedness. We'll go and find them. Take their two companion dogs up to the seventh floor..."

"O no," Groovy gasps in shock.

"O yeah," Icky frowns.

Freckles leans over with a smile and pats the arm on Groovy. "Don't worry, Groovy! I know where the two runaway teens went."

Icky leans over and smiles into the cheekbone of Freckles, "Do you, now?"

She laughs. "Yes, it's the infamous water hole which is located a couple of miles away from the pond. The fresh water pond is off-limits but not this place."

He frowns. "How do you know where the two teens are hiding out?"

"All the teens go there and then come back with a set of interesting rashes," Freckles laughs.

He gasps. "What kind of interesting rashes?"

She giggles. "I'm a medical scientist. I'm not allowed to tattle. But you'll see with our own eyeballs."

He gags with a cough of worry. "Ugh! Do I need to change out of my ratty blue jeans and my good 'dirty' shirt?"

She laughs. "Yes, we need a pair of water boots and a couple of photon weapons."

He laughs. "Ugh! I'm scared now."

Freckles nods, "Groovy, are you alright? I need for you to stay calm and tend to the children while their parents participate in a new battle fight."

Groovy nods and wipes the tears of worry, "Yes, ma'am! I'm fine. I was surprised by the behavior of the two wild and crazy teens."

Icky frowns. "I'm not. I should have placed the Sheriff and her deputy dogs on them."

Freckles shakes her curls with a gasp, "Absolutootly not! I hate the Sheriff. She's not needed here."

Icky gently shoves Freckles forward with a stern face and then around Groovy toward the open archway. "I'm afraid so, Freckles. Groovy, get to the children, while the rest of the MUTT warriors find a wing-ship, leaving for battle encounter at the beach. I'm getting into my pair of mud boots and a long shirt. Then, Freckles, me, and the Sheriff are going to find to two lost lambs within the wilderness," he leads and cuddles Freckles moving down the hallway, exiting onto the staircase for a new hunt, two runaway teenagers.

At 19:09:09 pm, on top of the mountain peak summit, in the cool temperatures with bright moonlight and twinkling stars, MUTT teen female Quip quickly reaches the flat rock on the mountain peak with an eager crowd of MUTT pilots and their mutt companion dog and then she and her dog quickly dash towards the rear row with a set of new twin-seater wing-ships. She races ahead before all the new ships are occupied and then stops, claiming the last wing-ship in the last row on the edge of the mountain peak. Coonhound Quirk races behind her back spine with silence and then stops, standing beside her leg, panting in worry, anticipation, and excitement with his new MUTT assignment also, like her mistress.

She exhales and then inhales with a set of deep breaths, feeling worry, excitement, anticipation, and terror. Quip is actually going back to the capital city-provenience in Authority. She had left four battle campaigns ago, which was two months, when her family had been attacked by the Enforcers at their happy residential home.

Only, she had survived.

On top of the mountain, in front of the new wing-ship, her eyeballs admire the new design. A wing-ship is shaped like an insect, a long cricket with a pair of stick legs that represent the foot stirrup.

Inside the cabin, the single seat is long and wavy to fit a curvy human body frame, lengthwise. The pilot rests flat on top of the curvy soft cushion, resting on the chest, the abdomen, and the upper thighs where the board extends the cushion beyond the location of the butthole, providing a long seat for the pilot's dog.

Every MUTT and an Autocrat possesses a companion dog, since birth.

The wing-ship is designed with two parts. The top portion of the wing-ship is composed of a curved dome of solid glass that flies aerodynamically through the sky while viewing the surrounding landscape when piloting the ship. On the front console, a set of separate handle bars controls the ship's movements, such like, launching, speed, altitude, and landing.

The bottom portion is made of soft metal which can be crunched inward on purpose or accidental by a pair of inexperienced hands, without killing the pilot and destroying the wing-ship. Each Wing-ship Builder repairs the metal, when it gets damaged or dangerous or holes. The bottom portion can hold a set of objects, sometimes a small child and their companion dog that's afraid of the flying skills coming from their parent.

Quip squats down on top of the rock surface and stares down at the bottom of the wing-ship, slowly reaching out, halting her hand in mid-air and then feels the gathered heat inside the flat engine panel. The wing-ship operates on solar energy which is quiet and abundant during the daylight hours. At night, the long, slender, and flat single engine on the bottom of the ship holds enough heat to travel for three days, if need be. There's enough heat to fly to the upper section of Authority and then back to the DEN with her precious human cargo. The wing-ship will travel at maximum speed winds, without the use of a face mask of oxygen for the pilot.

If the heated engine fumes puff out, then the wing-ship will drop rapidly down on the ground like a solid rock, killing Quip and her dog Quirk. So, she must fly slightly above all the treetops and over each mountain peak, keeping below the cloud coverage as the wing-ship does to possess a set of head lights or tail lights.

The wing-ship is designed for below cloud cover and above city roadway traveling coming from another city-provenience to another for business or pleasure, not for flying into a battle fight or a bombing raid on one of the city-proveniences.

Quip slowly stands upright from the rock surface and carefully examines the new ship, seeing a solid glass canopy, without a chip or a crack. At maximum air speed, a single tiny chip or a single line crack within the domed glass could easily bust and then spread out, rupturing and peeling off the protective dome. Then, Quip would die from a vicious slap of force winds through the skyline as she does not wear a helmet or a mask over her delicate facial organs.

She continues to carefully examine the new wing-ship and slowly encircles the craft, looking for a dent or tiny hole within the solid light tinted metal, before her long swift journey.

The rest of the unsuspecting MUTTs are racing on foot toward one of the parked wing-ships and then loads their set of family members inside the aircraft. The single seater wing-ship usually holds a person flat on their belly button. However, the long sitting board can carry three humans and their three dogs, sitting one behind each other, which looks really funny in the air. The enclosed glass canopy stands upright at ten feet inside the cabin and completely covers a single cushion.

The battleground is a short distance from the mountain hideaway, where three humans and their three dogs can sit upright during the fast travel inside one single wing-ship. Or the two smallest humans can rest on top of the bottom surface, like a pretend asleep with their companion dog parked between the spread legs at the kneecaps, so a MUTT family of four can easily ride inside one wing-ship for the battle fight.

Most of the MUTT families have loaded into the single engine wing-ship flying off the mountain peak for War.

Quip carefully watches each ascending wing-ship. She doesn't want to leave and reveal her secret MUTT assignment to the other curiosity MUTTS. She will fly parallel to the battle ground but will not land there for the upcoming vicious bloody fight.

On top of the mountain peak, she reaches out and touches the glass cover. The cover gently lifts upright in the air for easy access. She leans down and then slides down, resting flat on top of the semi-curvy cushion, wiggling her organs into a comfortable pose during the long flight to Authority. She places a boot inside the side stirrup that mounts on each of the flat board, bending the kneecaps. She extends both arms and touches the handle bars with the gear controls. She exhales and then inhales with nervousness energy and worry and fear. She softly whistles her unique air pattern.

Quirk hears her unique call and then slowly crawls underneath the open dome, jumping into the air, leaping behind her butthole and lies on top of the flat board. He leans down and places a head in-between the empty space beside her kneecaps, closing his eyelids. He isn't afraid to fly just finds it boring. He likes to kill the Auto-crap dogs better.

Quip settles into place with a smile and a flip-flopping stomach of pretend butterflies, starting her new MUTT mission. She reaches over and slams the single gear with a left hand. The stationing single flat board slowly lifts upward toward the open glass dome as a second flat board raises up from the hidden base and then completely covers the lower seat with a second curvy flat board on the same wing-ship. This is the new twin modification to the old wing-ship, where two humans and their dogs can ride in a flat position with ease.

Quip wiggles side to side, gently maneuvering her legs around a resting Quirk, sliding down and lands flat on top of the lower seat. Her dog Quirk rests on the top level in peace and quiet.

The new modification allows three humans to crouch on top of the lower board and duck a bone skull underneath the upper board, where an additional three humans and their three dogs ride on second level platform inside the cramped and uncomfortable ship cabin. Also, a paired human and dog can lie on a face or a back spine on top of the flat metal floor on each side of the pilot base. So, eight individual pairs of a MUTT human and their mutt dog can safely fly from the mountain peak toward the battle ground.

The MUTT leaders believe that the War might take a couple of years to complete, once the city-proveniences are emptied out with each escaping or dead MUTT.

Quip does not think about the War or the Autocrats. Since her arrival here at the Den, Quip has been working with the new technology on each electromagnetic earring that each MUTT human and dog wears for body protection. One of the scientists had stolen the technology and then shared with the MUTT leadership, providing the protection suit during each battle fight.

On top of the mountain peak, Quip has messed around and killed enough time with her inspection tour on the new wing-ship. The rest of the wing-ships have left the Den mountain campus and are quickly sailing the northeasterly short hop through the night sky, landing very soon at White Sandy Peninsula for the upcoming fight.

The fleet of bigger wing-ships is really a set of working cargo ships that load and haul around the continent big pieces of work equipment, tons of food, medical and office supplies, and corrals of livestock. The MUTT leaders had stolen each the fleet of wing-ships during the First Wave of Escapees and then destroyed the other ships at the depot station.

Social Director Dimple and her family members plus their companion dogs will arrive and then load down into an empty cargo ship during the evening hours, sleeping on-board. One wing-ship is located down on the ground inside a plain clearing between the mountain ranges for safety.

The other wing-ships are leaving Authority with another shipment of misplaced or injured MUTTs, where the ship will arrive at the same clearing. Then, the MUTT welcoming committee will ferry them into the Den and explain their new purpose within the MUTT War.

Dimple, her human family unit and each companion dog will arrive at Authority, in the early morning hours, trying to meet with First Daughter Gladino, clearing up the misunderstanding of a MUTT life form to the ring of Autocrats.

Quip wiggles side to side on top of the new board, testing the sturdiness of the new equipment. She is confident that Zombie has thoroughly tested each old and new wing-ship for safety also. The lower or upper board does not move or quiver from her jerky motions. And her dog Quirk continues to rest comfortably on top of the upper board without moaning.

So, the mechanics are working perfectly on the new wing-ship.

She reaches over and presses an orange tinted button on the handle bar. The glass dome slowly lowers down and then covers both of the two sitting flat boards, closing up the cabin. She presses a green tinted button. The engine swiftly ignites into power. She feels the rumble underneath her belly button, giggling at new tickling sensation.

During the sunlight, the glass dome will automatically tint the viewing windows and then block out all of the solar rays for the eyeballs. At night, the glass dome will refract each bright moonlight ray and shine back onto the metal while presenting the wing-ship like a falling outer space star.

She presses the red button. The wing-ship slowly lifts off the rock surface and raises thirty feet into the air with a silent engine, twinkling like a diamond in the bright moonlight rays. She presses the purple button. The two center panels slide open from the hidden slot and then lock in place, extending into a pair of parallel wings, like a bird, for guiding through the air waves with ease and speed.

Then, she presses the blue button. A glass and metal oval-shaped ship swiftly soars forward toward the upper landscape within the continent of Authority, which is 79 miles in a northern geographical direction. The ship will travel at the maximum speed of 80 miles-per-hour through the air waves, arriving at the Authority Headquarters building within several hours in the stealth of night. Then, Quip and Quirk will complete their MUTT mission and become free again.
CHAPTER NINE

One hour later.....

20:37:42 hours/minutes/seconds (late evening)

Battlefield situation

White Sandy Peninsula location

(southern edge, continent Authority)

79 degrees Fahrenheit and moonlight and bright stars

The landscape is known as the White Sandy Peninsula, which is located on the southern edge of a large continent called Authority, displaying miles and miles of flat and smooth tiny bits of green tinted grass without scattered rows or huddles of additional green tinted wildflowers or plant bushes.

The grass leans over and kisses the pale blue ocean waters in the mouth of the shallow lagoon. The bright sunlight is blinding for a pair of naked human eyeballs. The weather forecast is hot, without a single drop of rain for the rest of the day, until the evening hours, when the air temperatures slowly drop down to 80-degrees Fahrenheit.

In the close distance, a row of semi-crooked wooden yachts sails over the smooth salty ocean and then halts in the ocean waves. On the opposite side, an array of broken lines of upright bodies continues to stand and contains a MUTT, who watches each Autocrat wooden yacht. Each yacht deck displays a huddle of upright Autocrat fighters, who wears a colorful photon suit also for protection.

Standing several yards from the pale blue beach shoreline, she squats down in the soil and then leans over, grinning into the face. Her friend reveals a set of white tinted fangs that exhibits an array of dripping red tinted fresh blood as the dog curled her lips into a snarly smile back at her mistress without a spoken word.

This gesture honors her dog with a good job.

The first fleet of wing-ships flies off from the top of flat mountain peak of dark stone and then quickly arrives inside the forestland of trees, which is posed in front of the plot of grass, where the battle fight occurs every couple of weeks. Each wing-ship appears like a silver tinted rectangular box, without a set of viewing glass windows or an exterior hatchway and is shaped like a human coffin. The ugly and strange looking airship slowly halts in the air and then twists sideways, docking a set of circular steel clamps onto the rounded silver tinted tree limb.

The forestland of trees is not a living nature site. It is a petrified forest of extremely tall pine trees that had been created during the Ice Age, a very long time ago. Each extremely tall pine tree gleams in silver tinted rock with a matching set of tree limbs. Each tree limb possesses a set of tiny silver tinted pine cones and cute tiny pine needles in hard rock mineral also.

However, before a battle fight, each parked airship has broken off numerous pine cones and pine needles while docking the flying machine inside an empty pocket on the portal ladder.

Each coffin-shaped airship parks sideways in the air and then leans against the tree limb for support, curling a set of steel ropes around the rock tree limb. Then, the ship slides open the bottom belly slot, slowly releasing a steel-coated ladder that tumbles down through in the air and then stops a few inches from the hard rock surface. On each ladder, there appears an individual flat platform of steel that can hold a single airship.

Each single-seater or twin-seater airship slowly lands on top of an individual flat platform within any air-born vertical ladder for both security and safety. Each ladder and airship nicely blend into the natural setting of the petrified forestland and the location of each airship is safely hidden from the spying eyeballs of the Autocrats and as the reflection of each silver tinted airship is blinded by the bright sunlight.

Each MUTT and their mutt dog swiftly scoot out from the airship and then slowly move down a second vertical foot ladder of steel, landing down on top of the rock surface with a thud. Each paired MUTT within the family unit slowly move away from the ladder and then arrives in front of the petrified forest of rock trees, forming a set of semi-crooked lines, like usual.

The bright moonlight beams down an array of whitish-yellow light over the dark ground of grass and the deep ocean waves during the late evening.

In the middle row, Jumble, she is a sixteen-year-old teenager with a head of long blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark skin, wears a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, a long sleeved yellow shirt, and a pair of unpolished red colored cowgirl boots. She kneels down with a fake smile and holds back the tears of sadness, hugging a collar bone on each one of her two younger brothers, staring at the shoreline through the moonlight.

One brother is named Jiffy, who is eleven years old with a head of long shoulder length blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark skin like his older sister Jumble. He kneels on the grass and dresses in a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, a short-sleeved red tinted shirt, and a pair of unpolished brown cowboy boots, firmly hugging his German Shepherd breed dog Jingle, wearing a scared face, softly sobbing with tears of fears also. His dog softly whimpers into the wet shirt of Jiffy and looks up into the face of his master Jiffy.

The other brother is named Jeepers, who is ten years old, and appears similar to his older brother Jiffy and older sister Jumble, displaying a pair of cut-off blue jeans, a sleeveless black tinted shirt, and a pair of green tinted cowboy boots, hugging his German Shepherd dog Creepers. He sneers at the water shoreline, where the row of Autocrats patiently waits for the start of the battle fight. His dog Creepers stares into the darkness with a pair of sharp eyeballs and sneers at the same row of wiggling Autocrat also while itching for the battle fight to commence.

At the last battle fight, here on the grass plain of grass in White Sands, their biological father had been killed by an Autocrat female.

Now, their older sister Jumble is the head of the family unit, there at the Den and here on the battle field, involuntarily.

After arriving there at the Den, the group of leaders had insisted that each new MUTT member change their name and their dog's name in secret, such like, the location of the secret Den base. Her loving mother Jittery had agreed and then proposed the fun family activity that each family member select a funny nickname starting with the alphabetic letter of J.

Now, Jittery stands behind the back spine of her daughter Jumble and beside her dog German Shepherd Jumpy and as she and Jumpy slowly jitter back and forth on top of the grass while feeling the deep emotions of terror, fear, and horror on the battle field before the new battle fight. Jittery is scared, worried, sad, and not a very good MUTT warrior.

Her dead husband had protected his wife during the last battle fight, when Jittery couldn't fire the photon weapon at the growling Autocrat dog. Then, the owner of that growling Autocrat dog fired the photon weapon and killed her husband instead.

On top of the soft wet flat ground of grass, waiting on the signal to fight, blonde-haired sixteen-year-old Jumble turns with a stern face to see her seventeen-year-old black-haired boyfriend Prock on the same battle line several feet away from her biological family while feeling worry, bravery, vengeance, and angry at all of the vicious and vile Autocrats.

Moldy stands between his parents as his family unit of MUTTs have survived each battle fight without an individual death. But Moldy is not the true hero of his family unit, his dog Mojo is the leader of the family.

The word, mojo, translates into a magical spell of power.

His female dog Mojo is powerful Bull Pit Terrier breed. A Bull Pit Terrier dog breed is a medium-sized, solidly built, intelligent, short-haired dog with a smooth buckskin coat. Mojo measures 50 pounds in weight and 20 inches in height with a pair of almond-shaped eye sockets. Its two ears are small in length with a half-prick in carriage. Its tail is slightly thick and tapers into a point.

A Bull Pit Terrier dog displays strength and athleticism in gameness, confidence, and a zest for life. the breed is eager to please its owner and brims with enthusiasm, especially with children.

Jumble is not worried about his devoted and protective Bull Pit Terrier Phlegm, but her boyfriend Prock. Phlegm will race across the grass towards the row of yachts with the other MUTT dogs while leaving her mistress to fight and defense her butthole, alone. Well, Jumble will do that honor and defense the butthole of her cute and slender boyfriend, since she's the head of her family and the future wife of cute and hunky Prock.

They had announced their marriage engagement a couple of weeks ago, before her father had been killed during the last battle fight.

On top of the sandy soil, teen female Jumble returns back with a soft growl of angry and follows the bright moonlight beams over the flat grass towards the watery shoreline, where the ripples of ocean waves glitter like a row of diamonds underneath a romantic full yellow tinted moon. She wishes to be on top of one of the smaller mountain rock peaks with her loving boyfriend Prock, instead of here in the heat of battle. They both enjoy each other's mind and all their individual body parts in the late evening.

Her mother Jittery does mind or rather does have an active mind at the moment, since the death of her beloved husband. Her two brothers enjoy playing with the younger kids, where all the kids sleep on the fourth floor level inside the Den, which is supervised by a set of other mature and responsible adults.

During the evening, each teen couple will steal a plate of food from food chief Yammer and then swiftly dash away from the Den, finding an isolated spot on one of the numerous rock mountain peaks, building a cozy tent with a set of thick wooden tree limbs, without the bugs, and their own pieces of individual clothing, spending the night there in the warmth of each other naked bodies while getting away from all the noisy kids, screaming parents, and the annoying elders.

Now, in the heated battle situation, on top of the grass ground, her excellent eyesight, through the bright moonlight beams, can see the numerous long shadows of each bobbing ocean yacht and the numerous rows of upright colorful and glowing photon suit that represents an individual Autocrat. However, her neurons are completely confused about the new battle fight. Usually, the Autocrats fight during the daylight hours, not at night.

However, the pick of the hour is useless for an Autocrat as Jumble and her new set of teen and canine warrior friends are ready to fight and then kill, which they have all done before.

Jumble leans down with a stern face onto the collar bone of each brother while staring at the shoreline and then whispers into the eardrum of each brother. "Now, listen to me! I'm in charge of the battle fight here. You both stay back and behind me as I fight off each Autocrat. Your dog will protect you and I won't let an Autocrat harm you. Do you believe me?"

Jiffy continues to stare at the row of Autocrats also and hugs his dog Jingle with worry and a set of sobs, "Yeah!" His dog Jingle continues to stare into the worried brow of its owners with a soft whimper of fear.

Her baby brother Jeepers continues to stare at the row of Autocrats and softly growls, "Yeehaw!" His young German Shepherd Creepers continues to stare at the Autocrats also and softly growls with his master.

Jumble releases the warm hug of each brother and then leans down, reaching out, touching the shoulder blade of Jingle, "Jingle!" The face of dog slowly turns away from its master and then stares into right eyeball of Jumble. Jumble nods with a stern face and a firm tone. "Jingle, you are to protect your ward Jiffy at all times during the battle fight. Do not leave his side! Do you understand me, Jingle?"

Jingle slowly turns from Jumble and then stares into the face of her brother Jiffy, softly whimpering with worry, like its owner. He slowly returns back to see Jumble with a second whimper of fear, like its owner.

Junk is the name of Jumble's German Shepherd dog. Junk leans over and sneers in the face on Jingle and as he gives his own doggie command to the whimpering scared canine also.

Jumble reaches out and grabs the muzzle on Jingle, leaning closer into the snout of the dog, saying with a stern face and a hardy tone. "You protect Jiffy, here and now! Stay by his side at all times! Do not leave his side ever! Do you understand me, Jingle?" Jingle produces a single soft yelp response to her vocal human commands.

Junk sits back with a low growl and leans into the side of his mistress Jumble for his doggie support while observing nervous Jingle.

Jumble smiles. "You're a good boy, Jingle!" Jingle slowly turns to face the worried brow of its owner with a soft whimper of fear. Jumble scoots back and then leans down, reaching out, touching the shoulder blade on Creepers. "Creepers!" The face of dog swiftly turns away from the row of Autocrats and then stares into left eyeball of Jumble. Jumble nods with a stern face and a firm tone to the dog. "Creepers, protect your ward Jeepers during the battle fight. Do not leave his side! Do you understand me, Creepers?" Creepers softly growls with a set of white fangs and then softly barks at Jumble with his positive response to each one of her vocal commands.

Jumble reaches down with a smile and pats the soft skull of the dog. "You're a good girl, Creepers!" She sits back and then stands upright from the grass with a deep sigh of anxiety and as her dog Junk stands upright from the grass and poses beside his mistress for protection. Jumble and Junk slowly spins around to see her mother Jittery and her dog Jumpy.

Jittery continues to stand in place and bounces back and forth in the battle line while staring up at the pretty romantic full moon, feeling lonely, sad, worry, fear, and terror of a new battle fight.

Jumble slowly moves ahead beside Junk without alerting the actions of the other MUTTs and then stops, standing in front of her mother. Her mother and Jumble are the same height.

Junk stops and stands in front of the other dog Jumpy, softly growling at the lazy dog.

Her mother Jittery continues to stare into the bright moonlight and rings both hands with worry.

Jumble kneels down with a sigh and reaches out, snatching the muzzle of Jumpy, saying with a stern face and a firm tone. "Stay with your ward, Jumpy! Do not leave Jittery for any reason during the battle fight! Protect Jittery with your doggie life! Do you understand me, Jumpy?"

Jumpy stares into the right eyeball of Jumble with a soft whimper of fear, like her mistress Jittery.

German Shepherd Junk leans over and bad breathes at the snout on canine Jumpy with its heated air and its loud growl, instilling his doggie command of protection into the mind of the lazy canine.

Jumpy bounces side to side with fear and worry, softly whimpering in terror of the battle fight.

Sixteen-year-old teen Jumble shakes the muzzle of Jumpy with a firm tone "Stop it, Jumpy!" She releases the snout of the dog with a hiss and then stands upright from the grass in angry, staring into the pinched face on her mother, "Mom!" Her mother Jittery continues to stare up at the full moon and wrings both hands with worry and terror. Jumble whispers with a sour frown, "Mom! Mother, look at me! I'm standing right in front of you." Her mother Jittery looks down from the moonlight with a worried brow to see her daughter Jumble. Jumble exhales with a whisper. "Mom, you must remain calm and unafraid here at the battle site. Your set of mixed emotions is upsetting your dog Jumpy. Jumpy can feel all of your human emotions. This is another vicious battle fight. We all must stay focused and..."

"I'm going to die."

Jumble gasps. "No, you're going to live. I'm going to see that you live for the rest of your days and nights, even without your husband and my dad. The Autocrats are going to die, first and bad. I promise you that," she exhales with worry. "Mom, please stay calm! Or at least, control your emotions! Control your mind! Control your thoughts! That's it! Do not think! Just feel blank inside your mind! Please, try and do this for me and your sons! Look! The battle is about to start. Stay behind the rows of MUTTs. There are numerous MUTTs with their mutt dogs that enjoy the fun of fighting. But you're not one of them. I understand that too. So, I'll stay very close and protect you. Now, I'm going to take the lead and head off any attacking Autocrat that comes near you and my two brothers. Our dog team of companion family members is represented by the German Shepherd breed. A German Shepherd dog is a very protective and very devoted family pet. They're suspicious of strangers and hate each and every Autocrat and their Autocrat dog. They're a dominating force of nature and very assertive and will kill each and every Autocrat and their Auto-crap dog, to boot. But, Mom, you must stay brave and bold here at the battle site. You must immediate control your mixed emotions. Or your emotions will control Jumpy. She's acting jumpy enough already. I'm afraid here too. But I'm strong enough to be brave. You must remain calm and release all of your emotions that your personal companion Jumpy is picking up with her doggie senses. Let Jumpy protect you, Mom! Jumpy can do that. Jumpy wants to do this for you, Mom. Do you understand me, Mom? I love you with all my heart and my soul, Mom," she leans over and hugs her mother, pulling back with a smile and a nod.

Her mother Jittery fakes a smile with a heavy heart and tries to stay calm with her jumbled mental mind.

Jumble exhales with worry and then back steps with a smirk, spinning around to face the shoreline, slowly moving ahead without alerting any of the other MUTTs with alert and then stops. She stands behind the back spine of her two brothers and stares at the row of wiggling and glowing photon suits on each Autocrat. If her active mind is not playing tricks, the numerous rows of bobbing yachts appear to be triplet the usual number. So, Authority has sent out a set of braver natives during the eve of a warm night for the final hunt. Well, the natives of Authority are more stupid than their leader First Daughter Gladino.

Jumble squats down and leans into the face of Junk with a smile. "Are you ready for the vicious doggie battle fight, Junk?" Junk softly growls with his readiness with a set of fangs and answers his mistress. "You're a good doggie, Junk. Now, we must protect our family members with our lives." Junk softly yelps with his doggie protection without the fangs and answers his mistress. "Now, you cannot lead and go running off with the other mutt dogs." Junk softly whimpers with his doggie disappointment and answers his mistress. She softly chuckles. "I know how you feel, buddy. But we must protect my mom and her dog Jumpy. My mom is worried like Jumpy." Junk swiftly turns with a soft snarl to see Jumpy and then returns back to see his mistress Jumble, answering with a soft yelp for his doggie agreement.

Jumble softly laughs at the unique doggie behavior of her precious family member Junk. "We must protect my brother Jiffy and his dog Jingle. They are both scared too."

Junk swiftly turns to see the side profile of Jingle with a soft growl of doggie attention. Jingle does not turn or acknowledges the doggie communication coming from mean and vicious Junk. Junk growls again, but Jingle does not answer the doggie communication.

"Junk!" Jumble exhales with worry. Junk swings back with a soft yelp to see his mistress Jumble. "I know that you understand me. This battle fight, we stay near our family and we fight to protect them. Are you with me?" Junk produces a single softly yelp of agreement and then turns with a doggie snarl to see the row of Autocrats. Jumble reaches down and pats the soft fur on the bone skull of Junk with a smile. She trusts her dog to obey and fight with his life to save her life and the lives of her family members.

Jumble slowly stands upright from the grass with a deep sigh of eagerness and worriment, staring at the shoreline of glowing photon suits. The photon suits are not moving off the decks of the wooden yachts. She always feels this way, right before each battle fight. She whispers for her eardrums only. "What's taking so long, down there? Why aren't the Autocrats charging off the decks of the boats, like usual? I don't understand this new battle fight formation. This is going to be a strange night of fighting. Give us the signal to fight, right now, War General!"

On top of the grass, on the first row of MUTTs, human adult Raunchy kneels down beside his companion Rottweiler breed dog Razz and smiles down into the face of his dog. "So, what do you think of Freckles?" Razz produces a soft yelp of doggie approval.

His master nods with a grin. "Me, too, Razz! I like Freckles. I wonder, if we can get her away from icky Icky-man. What a stupid nickname, Icky?" Razz produces a soft snarl of doggie acknowledgement.

He softy chuckles. "Me, too, Razz! So, if me and Freckles marry and then mate, we'll produce a human baby, like me. Do you like her dog Fancy?" Razz produces a soft bark of doggie love.

He smiles. "Me, too, Razz! So, if you and Fancy marry and then mate, then I don't think her puppies will be like you, a set of baby Rottweilers." Razz produces a soft growl of doggie disapproval.

Raunchy softly laughs. "Okay, Razz! I'm wrong. So, if you and Fancy marry and mate in the doggie world, then her puppies will be a litter of Rottweilers." Razz produces a soft bark of doggie love.

He smiles. "Okay, Razz! So, I guess I need to think about a new nickname. Freckles seems to like me, but not my nickname." Razz produces a soft yelp of approval. He grins. "I was thinking..."

Rottweiler Razz whips around his snout from his master and then faces the row of wooden yachts, softly growling and sniffing the air waves with his doggie senses.

Raunchy continues to kneel on the grass and then slowly studies with a worried brow a row of Autocrats at the watery shoreline. "Yes, I see and I feel it, too. This battle fight is going to be different for some reason. Why are each Auto-crap standing on top of the decks of each boat? Better question, why are we fighting in the middle of the night? These rays of glowing moonlight beams do not give the Autocrats a better advantage point here," he gasps in shock. "Why are they?" He reaches up and presses the second earring on the other earlobe. Each leader of the MUTTs possesses a pair of two earrings. One communicates with the War General for the upcoming battle fight. The other earring allows voice-to-voice communication with each other leader. "Hey, War General, somewhere in the darkness! This is Raunchy, somewhere on the front line. Have you noted the colored photon suit on each Autocrat dog? It matches our mutt dogs in the color of red hue also."

He pauses and listens to the words from the War General.

Raunchy laughs. "O! I got it, but Razz doesn't. Imitation is the highest form of flattery. Well, Razz is not impressed with the new fad coming from each Auto-crap dog. He's inflamed with fury that his doggie color has been copied. And I do believe that Razz will make his angry known to each Auto-crap dog, tonight," laughing.

He listens to the words coming from the War General.

Raunchy smiles. "I agree whole-heartedly, War General. The Autocrats are dumber than a herd of grazing cows. Wow! I wished the Autocrats would send out a herd of slow-moving cows to defend their colorful array of photon suits. Then, I could eat a juicy thick T-bone steak tomorrow morning, instead of that vile deer meat," laughing.

He listens to the words coming from the War General.

Raunchy grins. "I'm ready to rumble. Give us the signal, ma'am!" He reaches down and grabs the snout of Razz, twisting the doggie face toward his smile. "Razz, get ready to rumble, boy!" Razz produces a nasty snarl of doggie acknowledgement and answers his master without biting the hand that caresses his soft bony skull.

He nods with a stern face. "Me, too, Razz! Now, you take the lead and lead all the other mutt dogs, like always. You're the bestest mutt leader, like me. And you're smart, brave, and courageous, too. Go and get them, boy! I'll be right behind your tail, Razz!" Razz produces a soft bark in doggie acceptance and answers his master.

The crystal gem stone earring that has been pierced into each MUTT earlobe echoes with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTS, the enemy is here. Go and attack!"

Raunchy slowly stands upright from the grass and faces the shoreline with a sneer, reaching up, pressing the other earring and then activates the photon suit. His body glows in dark purple.

The vacuum energy coming from the crystal earring gathers up all the surrounding natural moonlight around and between his upright biological body while causing a chemical reaction. Then, the energy swiftly interacts with his personal body heat temperature creating both a vertical and a horizontal vibration shield. The visual vibration shield surrounds his body while producing a photon suit in the color of dark blue.

The dark blue photon suit is really an electromagnetic field, where an electromagnetic wave and an array of individual radiation particles engulf the human body without harming the human male, since the frequency is too low for any bodily damage.

Tonight, the nighttime moonlight is both soft and bright without producing numerous rays of heated light, so each photon suit is shining below the maximum hue of purple, which is the brightest hue on the electromagnetic field.

Each MUTT slowly glows in a bright hue underneath the moonlight along with their mutt dog.

Razz continues to sit on top of the grass and then reaches up scratching at the single crystal gem stone earring that has been pierced onto his ear flap, activating his doggie photon suit. His dog body glows in red hue. He stands upright from the grass and faces the row of Autocrats while softly growling through the red tinted mask of the photon suit, swiftly dancing side to side with anticipation of the first Autocrat kill.

On the first row, Raunchy dashes ahead with a sneer and a rebel yell. "Attack, Razz! Lead the MUTTs! Yeehaw!" He fires over the head of his dog one discharge after another coming from the photon weapon, where the discharge is too far from a target and hitting down into the grass. The round of colorful and numerous discharges can annoy each Autocrat dog and its owner, who continues to stand on top of the wooden yacht in a colorful photon suit, without jumping down into the water.

His companion Rottweiler Razz swiftly races ahead in a red tinted photon suit with a sneer and runs with the front defense line of other mutt dogs, internally burning with a strong desire to control the new fighting situation on top of the soft grass. He possesses a natural gathering style of force.

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On the shoreline, in the ocean water, on top of each bobbing yacht, each Autocrat owner kneels down and waits for the semi-crooked lines of glowing MUTTs to advance closer toward the shoreline while softly whispering some type of words into the eardrum of its pet dog. "Go and attack the MUTTs, now!" Each Autocrat dog stands upright with a sneer and wears a red tinted photon doggie suit for protection coming from an array of firing photon discharges, leaping off the deck of the boat, through the air, and then lands on top of the soft grass in the darkness of the night, racing ahead toward the lines of glowing photon suit of each MUTT. Their individual red tinted photon suit glows and appears like an army of very large red colored ants that dashes ahead through the darkness of the warm night.

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Somewhere within the middle battle line, sixteen-year-old teenager Jumble hears the command from the War General through her pierced crystal earring. She reaches up and presses the same earring, activating her glowing photon suit. You cannot see her clothing, only the glowing photon suit of pale blue hue that covers her physical body from the top of the hair roots down to each square-shaped boot toe. She reaches down and slaps the collar bone on each brother to follow the command also. Then she softly whistles with her unique air pattern to Junk.

Junk sits back down and then scratches the pierced earring on the ear flap, activating a red tinted photon suit over his doggie body. He stands upright and protects his mistress with a loud growl, staring at the row of Autocrats, without running away into the battle fight. He patiently waits for her vocal command as her devoted German Shepherd companion.

Each brother stands upright from the grass and then activates an earring also illumining an individual photon suit in the color of sky blue, reaching down and pats on the bone skull of their dog with a soft whistle in a unique air pattern.

Each dog sits down on the grass and then scratches on the pierced earring on the left ear flap, activating the photon suit that glows in a bright color of red hue. Each mutt dog stands upright beside the leg of its MUTT owner while waiting on the vocal command to attack the advancing three lines of Autocrat canines.

Jumble spins around with a gasp and swiftly moves ahead, stopping with a worried brow in front of her mother Jittery. She reaches down and firmly grabs the hand of her mother with a stern face. "Mom, activate your photon suit, right now! The battle fight has started. The photon will protect your body from an incoming photon ray, if the color is below your original hue," she swiftly guides her mother's hand up toward the earlobe, smashing the index finger pad into the crystal stone.

The photon suit of dark blue illuminates over the body of Jittery.

Jumble smiles with happiness. Dark blue is the highest color tone within the current electromagnetic field during the nighttime hours, since the cooler weather produces a set of cold air that collides with the warm body of a human. Her mother is upset and heated which has produced the dark blue tinted photon suit, so she will be protected as long as an Autocrat or an Autocrat dog does not slam into her upright body and then deactivates the dark blue protective photon suit.

Jumble grins with a grin at her precious mother. "Okay! You look protected, Mom. Grab and hold onto your photon weapon, please! Don't worry! You don't have to shoot it. Just pretend to threat something, if it comes too close. I'm going to be in front of you. I love you, Mom," she back steps from her mom with a fake smile and then spins around with a stern face, swiftly dashing ahead with deep hidden worries but carries a cool teen demeanor in front of her younger brothers. She quickly scoots around her two upright brothers. Junk continue to run beside his mistress with a low growl at the distance Autocrat movement at the shoreline.

Each line with a MUTT and its mutt dog is slowly jogging and advancing over the soft ground of grass. A semi-crooked front line of five mutt dogs swiftly advance ahead of the other mutt dogs preparing to greet and then eat some of the canines that run on one of three overcrowded and rushing lines of Autocrat dogs.

Jumble jogs ahead with a stern face and an active mind, reaching down, detaching her photon weapon from the belt loop, holding the weapon in the right shooting hand and watches for trouble. She commands with a stern face and a steady voice to her two brothers. "Jiffy and Jeepers, get behind me for body protection! And shoot anything that looks like an Autocrat. I'll take the lead. Jingle, Creepers, and Junk, ya'll get in front of me and protect us! Attack anything that moves like an Auto-crap dog or its crappy owner," she occasionally glances behind a collar bone to see her mother Jittery.

Their mother Jittery slowly jogs behind the back spine of her two sons and holds a photon weapon rotating a worried face side to side, exhaling in set of heavy breathes with fear.

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On the front line within a row of five advancing mutt dogs, Rottweiler Razz leads the pack of canines with his four other best doggie buddies, consisting of Bull Pit Terrier Pickle; Australian Kelpie Venus; Doberman Pinscher Cog; and Border Collie Huckster. Three of the five dogs are designated as a herding dog that possess a set of incredibly smarts, an intensively energy level, and is always on the move.

A herding dog is a type of working pastoral canine that possesses a natural instinct to round up herds of livestock inside a transporting vehicle toward the slaughter house, or in this case, herds of Autocrat dogs into an individual death kill. Then, the dead soul of the Autocrat canine can go up to heaven for nice rest and recovery.

The herding instinct is a type of predatory behavior inside the DNA of each herding canine. Through human intervention, a tamed and loving family herding dog see a group of livestock, such like, cattle, sheep, goats, reindeer, or chickens, as a type of prey that is hunted down, but not eaten while effectively maintaining the herding gene.

And a herding dog works well with other types of canines, such like, the four other MUTT doggie friends of Razz.

The five canines have performed together as one mutt line unit from the beginning of the war, surviving all twelve battle campaigns while displaying a different canine body frame and doggie personality with a set of individual body scars of missing fur and some broken canine teeth, all in the line of duty as a fighting mutt dog. But the five-member mutt-team works both nicely and viciously together with a common herding style that enhances their individual canine abilities with a single purpose to kill any and all Auto-crap dogs.

During the first battle campaign, a set of three individual herding breeds had quickly advanced ahead and moved away from the numerous rows of MUTTS and their individual mutt dogs while forming a solid running line toward an opposing line of twelve Autocrat dogs. Razz, Venus, and Huckster had used their instinctive herding behavior to easily surround twelve of the Autocrat dogs, maneuvering the loose enemy canines into a tight huddle and then attacked, killing all the canines. Then, the trio raced ahead and smiled with a set of low growls and a set of enemy blood-stained fangs to form and then corral a new set of Autocrat dogs. During the second wave of attack, a Bull Pit Terrier named Pickle and a Doberman Pinscher named Cog had joined the feisty line-up of three herd dogs that fit right into a natural killing slot.

Since that historical war victory, the unique herding MUTT team of five canines have led ever single campaign while holding the record Autocrat dog kills among all of the mutt canines.

In the battle fight, currently on top of the flat plot of grass, Razz slightly leads the MUTT running line that slowly forms into a forward moving semi-circle while using his loose eye to spot the dominate Autocrat personality on the far end of the enemy line. This marks the start of the corralling behavior and one side of the selected Autocrat dogs to herd into the death ring.

Then, the dominate Autocrat will see and then stare into the eyeballs of Razz while greatly desiring to tear the tail off the Rottweiler.

Like that's going to happen to mean and nasty Razz, ya'll!

Beside Razz, a male Bull Pit Terrier Pickle wears his red tinted photon protection doggie body suit and runs twenty feet parallel and slightly below the nearest hind leg of Razz, slowly forming a tight herding curve, using his innate determination to perform an assigned feat with a great deal of enthusiasm. Pickle measures 21 inches in height and 60 pounds in weight. He is a medium-sized carriage with a short coat of solid white that contains smooth well-defined muscles. A white colored Pit bull Terrier only possesses a set of markings on the face. On the solid white doggie face of Pickle, there is a gray tinted human-like hand slap design on the left side of his jaw line, making Pickle look both brutal and cool. His two ears are cropped short that glows in elegant pink tone that Pickle does knows and does not like, if a human or a dog happens to mention the pink hue into his snout. Watch out! His tail is slightly thick and tapers to a point.

A Bull Pit Terrier dog breed displays an affectionate, obedient, stubborn, strong willed, loyal, intelligent, courageous, friendly, and clownish doggie personality.

But, be careful, Auto-crap dog!

When the open jaw line on a Bull Pit Terrier canine viciously bites down on its prey, the dog is determined not to release it, until the prey is dead or lifeless. But, this dog is one of the most loving, loyal, friendly, and dedicated companion for its MUTT owner, not an Autocrat owner.

On the opposite end from Razz that forms the rest of the semi-crooked curving formation, a furry face displays a design of half solid red and half solid white, splitting down toward the end of his snout. The furry face possesses one icy blue piercing eyeball and a light brown eyeball while seeing each object in the human world. The dog displays an athletic and medium-sized body with a moderate amount of coat that's thick and sheds often in his brown and white curly dog fur. The pretty male Border Collie is named Huckster by his mistress Hubbub.

Mistress Hubbub runs a half-a-mile behind the line of racing mutts, but her companion dog Huckster is not worried. Since a dog runs faster than a human, and a dog can see better than a human, and a dog contains a set of fangs, a natural built-in weapon, which is better than a human photon hand gun.

But his twenty-three year old mistress Hubbub can take care of her person, her devoted lover girlfriend, and all her family members as Hubbub is part of the nightly hunting team.

If the hunting team can't locate and then kill the nightly prey, then none of the dogs will have fresh meat for the breakfast meal, the next day. Then all the dogs will become angry and mean.

Hubbub is talented with a home-made bow and arrow as she does not want to destroy the meat, only kill the pumping heart on the targeted food prey. And his mistress is very accuracy with her photon weapon also during each battle fight while protecting her family and some of the other MUTT families too.

However, Huckster is completely cognitive of each one of her body movements that wiggles side to side further behind his tail and he will not allow an Autocrat to harm his mistress. He would quickly abandon the MUTT line and spin around to protect his mistress, her lover-girlfriend, and any one of her family members or their dogs.

A Border Collie breed dog possesses an intelligent, responsive, keen, energetic, tenacious and alert doggie personality. Huckster measures 43 pounds of weight and 21 inches tall. A collie breed also possesses a demanding attitude and need lots of mental stimulation and exercise. Or a set of problematic behaviors will develop, such like, chewing on the jagged rocky edge of each sleep cone on every floor level, hole digging in the newly planted flower garden, or herding the nosily children into the wall corner with a soft funny sound, when the collie is bored and desires a social fun activity with the humans.

So far, each unplanned and successfully MUTT battle fight has released the high energy and also relieved the distress of stress and frustration within the Border Collie, especially Huckster, without corralling the children on the sixth floor.

Running on the inner side of Huckster, a male Doberman Pinscher is named Cog and runs twenty feet parallel, posing slightly behind the rear legs on Huckster. A Doberman Pinscher dog displays a compactly built, muscular, powerful, and square-shaped doggie frame, standing on its toes, not its pads, so the canine combines the run with elegance, strength, speed, and endurance. Cog displays its carriage proud and alert while watching the front line of twenty Autocrat dogs. Its gait is free and vigorous running beside Huckster. The dog exhibits a light blue tinted coat that is short and smooth displaying an athletic body with a pair of cropped and posted ears, and a docked tail, displaying rust marks on the chest, the paws, the legs, above the eyeballs, and underneath the docked tail. Cog measures 28 inches in height and weighs 90 pounds of slender muscles. A Doberman Pinscher canine is an intelligent, alert, protective, and obedient companion with its MUTT owner but viciously aggressive to each Autocrat owner and its Autocrat dog.

In the middle of the four other canines, an Australian Kelpie dog breed uses its instinctively behavior and drives a loose group of livestock, or in this case, a line of Autocrat dog into a tight herd formation, without a human hand or whistle guidance, which makes her the line leader. Venus poses center of the five mutt dogs and sounds each one of her doggie commands to all of her four co-workers with a low growl or a high pitched yelp, swiftly moving in tandem into an attack form toward the opposing line of twenty Autocrat dogs.

The infamous mutt line contains five well-known and respected dogs to the other mutts, so tonight each dog will get to start off the killing spree with four Auto-crap dogs, a piece. However, Razz usually gets greedy and kills six, instead of his assigned four auto-crap sissy thoroughbred canines.

An Australian Kelpie is a medium-sized work dog with a pair of prick ears and an athletic body. The short fur coat on Venus is light gray or fawn colored. She measures 18 inches in height and 40 pounds in weight. She is the smallest canine on the running MUTT line, but the meanest. Her blood and bones contain four percent of the nasty native Australian Dingo dog. The Dingo has been viciously labeled as a savage sheep-killer, since the birth of first lamb centuries ago. So, this is one lady bitch that can hang with all of the bad boys.

The semi-circular row, that contains the five mutt dogs, continues to dash ahead from the numerous MUTT lines and as each mutt dog soft snarls while listening to each low growl coming from leader Venus.

Then, the five canines will eventually start to run towards the middle near leader Venus and surround the advancing line of twenty Autocrat dogs into an unsuspecting tight huddle like a herd of dumb cattle. Then, each MUTT dog will collide into the glowing red tinted photon doggie suit which deactivates the protection shield around each dog and eventually rip off a leg or a shoulder or a skull on each Autocrat dog while maiming the individual mammal, without mercy. Then the vicious and practiced MUTT will race ahead and repeat the successful trick.

A herding dog is sometimes confused with a livestock guard dog, who only purpose is to guard a flock of ducks or a herd of sheep from a predator or thief. A livestock guard dog does not possess the herding instinct behavior and is labeled with that sissy title, a sheep dog.

The selected and marked opposing line for the mutt team watches the advancing twenty Autocrat dogs that run in a semi-crooked row between one end point near Rottweiler Razz and the opposite imaginary end point near Border Collie Huckster, which does ironically contain a few sheep dogs also.

The middle Autocrat dog is the largest canine in the world. The Great Dane breed wears a red tinted photon protection suit on top of the colored brindle brown and white short fur coat running with great size and powerful elegance.

The line of Autocrat dogs appears fun, but is not, since the advancing line of mammals, with an associated Autocrat owner, is willingly participating and might be involuntarily dying, within this new battle campaign, under the commands of its owner. Beside the Great Dane breed, a short black and tan colored Beagle dog breed races slightly behind the long-legged Great Dane.

On the end point of the semi-circle, in front of Razz, the large breed Autocrat dog is a French male water dog. The dog breed Barbet races away from the shoreline with a sneer and moves ahead toward Razz at great speed on a set of long legs. He measures 24 inches at the shoulders and weighs 62 pounds. The dog possesses a set of webbed paws and a long, woolly waterproof coat of red hue that is hidden underneath a red tinted individual doggie photon suit for its canine protection. The breed possesses a joyful and intelligent doggie personality to its owner, except this one desires to use its innate retrieving skills to rip and then retrieve the head off of MUTT dog Razz.

Beside the male Barbet breed, a barking female Finnish Lapphund breed dog or Lappie wears a red tinted photon protection suit and measures 21 inches at the withers and 42 pounds of weight. Underneath the suit, the Lappie displays with a solid black tinted fluffy long fur coat with a curved tail over the back spine. A Lappie breed is a hardy, easy going, medium-sized dog which has been used for herding reindeer. Each dog displays a very distinctive set of facial markings.

The furry face on this Lappie is solid black tint with "spectacles" mark, where a ring of white colored hair strands encircles each eye socket like the dog is wearing a pair of spectacles. The breed is a direct descendent from the hot passionate romantic result of a female wolf-male dog hybridization that occurred 3,000 years ago. A Finnish Lapphund possesses a friendly, alert, and smart doggie personality. Some owners claim that the Lappie possess the ability to think through actions first, before the physical paw activity. A Lappie makes a good watch dog due to barking at unfamiliar objects, things, and people.

Next to the Finnish Lapphund breed, the small, swift, and light-footed female dog is alert and agile wearing a longhaired tri-color coat of black, tan, and white doggie fur and is recognized as a Shetland breed dog. The Shetland sheepdog or Sheltie possesses an intelligent, vocal, excitable, energetic, and willing to please work attitude.

A long time ago, the Sheltie canine had been used to guard the family vegetable garden on each farm against flocks of hunger birds and several individual wandering sheep.

The Sheltie dog measures 13 inches in height and weighs 25 pounds. The ear points on the Sheltie should tip a third to a quarter on the flap, instead of appearing like a pair of prick ears.

On the same running line, beside the Great Dane dog, a female Whippet dog.

The Whippet dog breed is a medium-sized dog that measures 21 inches in height and weighs 40 pounds. The coat is short, smooth, and close to the solid white body frame that is marked with a set of large geometrically blue tinted patches, the size of a human skull. The breed is a sight-hound, which is a cousin of the Greyhound, and can soar towards the top running speed of 40 miles-per-hours.

However, the gently attitude of a Whippet is a quiet canine, without a bark, spending the day on top of the cushy living room sofa, usually sleeping or curled up into the lap of its owner. The breed does not fight but chases after an array of small pets, due to the innate sight-hound instinct.

The Whippet dog breed is glad to run beside the largest dog in the world while allowing the Great Dane to lead the line of Autocrat dogs and protect its doggie butthole too.

On the MUTT line, leader Venus dashes ahead in the middle of the formed semi-circle and watches the center line with the paired tall Great Dane and medium-sized Whippet dog breeds, very careful.

The five mutt canines swiftly race ahead and then slowly shift closer into each other while trying to tighten the gathering ring around the semi-crooked line of Auto-crap canines.

Venus instinctively knows that to gather the herd of Autocrat dogs into the fetching maneuver, the slow-forming circle formation must be perform as calmly as possible without distressing each enemy dog into escaping from the fangs of each attacking MUTT. She continues to dash inside the semi-curvy line of MUTT dogs and then softly yelps out loud the signal to begin the corral formation with her four mutt partners.

Her natural herding instinct is to manage the entire line of twenty Autocrat dogs while silently moving ahead in the center and then blocking any of the dogs from breaking away from the line.

Venus slows paces ahead in the center while the two end points of their loose semi-circle gather around the straight line of twenty Autocrats.

The mutt dog goal is to angle the entire line of Autocrat dogs in the center of the loose semi-circle and then swiftly drive each running Autocrat into a completed ring, where each mutt dog will swiftly attack and then kill the enemy within seconds.

During working duties, the Border Collie breed uses a strong eye to stare down the sight line of the livestock herd, which is also known as a header. A header or fetching dog keeps the herd in a group. At one end of the soaring mutt row of MUTT dogs, MUTT Border Collie Huckster hears the softy yelp coming from his MUTT dog friend Venus and then swiftly races ahead of the other four mutt dogs while heading off his targeted semi-crooked row of Autocrat dogs. He performs a set of slick turns and then dead stops in front the long row of Autocrat dogs, without allowing one of them to escape into the night from the upcoming corral formation.

At the same time, on the opposite of the semi-curved mutt line, Razz hears the soft yelp from Venus also and then lowers its head, neck, and shoulders down toward the ground, swiftly racing ahead while staring at the opposite end of the Autocrat line into the eyeballs on the dominate Autocrat dog, the Great Dane. Then, Razz challenges the Autocrat female into an imaginary fighting frenzy with a set of loud force-barks of vicious intimidation, proving his doggie control over that current battle situation and the feisty Autocrat canine.

MUTT Doberman Pinscher breed dog is a working canine for humans and displays a pair of cropped ears and a docked tail possessing high intelligence, ferocious fearlessness, intimidating aggression, alert, extreme loyal, obedient, loving, devoted, strong, stubborn, learning, problem solving, great communications, and great trainability doggie personality.

The Doberman Pinscher dog breed is ranked higher in trainability behavior along with the Border Collie, German Shepherd, Golden Retriever, Standard Poodle, and the Rottweiler dog breeds.

Within its tough and rough doggie personality, the Doberman Pinscher exhibits both gentleness and friendship to the family's children while displaying playfulness, socialization, curiosity like a kitty cat.

On top of the short grassy plain, MUTT Doberman Pinscher breed dog Cog quickly veers to the side moving out of line from the MUTT attack formation and races in front of the MUTT leader Venus and then halts in front of the Venus while sliding over the short grass, staring with a soft doggie whimper at the black tinted doggie mask that surrounds its two eye rims, two eyebrows, muzzle, ear points with a body frame in fawn yellow gold short fur on the Great Dane. The rest of the MUTT row of dogs stops and then stares at Cog with confusion.

The Great Dane dog breed stands two feet and ten inches in height, weighs 200 pound with a life span from seven to ten years. The dog breed hails from the country of Germany and is known as Deutsche Dogge or German Mastiff. The Great Dane displays a regal appearance, dignity, strength and elegance with a giant body frame and a powerful muscular body, galloping in long reaching strides. The fur coat is short.

Their personality is friendly, kind, affectionate and nicknamed as the "gentle giant." However, the dog breed is aggressive towards new stimuli, such like, MUTT dogs.

In the 17th century, the Great Dane dog breed had been used for hunting bear, boar, and deer at the royal courts and then spend-the-night inside the bedchamber of their royal master protecting the sleeping king or prince from an assassin.

Cog drops down on grass onto both of his front legs and shoots his docked tail up in the air, wiggling his body in fun playfulness at the Great Dane, the center leader of the Autocrat canines.

The Great Dane ignores the silly Doberman Pinscher that displays a fun, social moment during the MUTT fight and continues to lead the semi-crooked row towards the MUTT humans and the rest of the MUTT canines for the death kills, winning the MUTT battle tonight.

However, the Greyhound dog beside the Beagle and the German Shepherd takes notice of a playful Cog.

The Greyhound dog breed measures 30 inches in height and 80 pounds in weight with a lifespan from 12 to 15 years. The body frame features a narrow head, four long legs, and a muscular rear end providing its aerodynamic doggie build with speed.

The Greyhound dog breed is dubbed the "Sport of Queens." From Ancient World history, Queen Cleopatra and Queen Elizabeth, the first owned and ten raced the swift dogs in fun competition.

The dog displays a stately appearance and possesses a friendly, loyal, and affectionate doggie attitude towards people and other canines, but bark out a warning, when a stranger is present.

With a high energy level of a sprinter runner that requires daily exercises, their independent mind and their strong prey drive quickly reacts to any rapid situation, such like, a hopping rabbit or a running squirrel.

Cog stands upright and then spins around, dashing in the wrong direction and away from circular formation of Autocrat canines. Each MUTT canine continues to stand in confusion, watching chicken dog Cog and the advancing line of Autocrat dogs. Then the Greyhound dog kicks into its sprinting talent and leads the semi-circle row of Autocrat dogs while racing after the wiggling tail on the smarter MUTT Doberman Pinscher Cog. The rest of the dogs follow the new leader, the Greyhound dog into the semi-circle of four MUTT canines without thought.

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On the far side, within the long front line of MUTTs, MUTT human adult male Raunchy dashes ahead in a dark blue photon suit with a loud sneer toward the ocean shoreline and the row of bobbing yacht continuing to fire a steady array of matching photon ions over each low bone skull and a pair of ear tips on each mutt dog, without harming his furry allies. Each photon ion glows in pretty hue and then soars across the dark air waves usually landing on top of the flat grass, creating a new upright short bonfire on top of the fresh grass that illuminates the darkness.

But on occasion, with good luck, one of his dark blue tinted ions hits a body part on one of the advancing Autocrat dogs within the opposing numerous row coming from the shoreline. When the advancing Autocrat dog is hit with the dark blue photon ion, the protective red tinted photon suit vanishes and then exposes all of the natural doggie flesh and bone body frame. The soaring blue dark tinted ion does not stop but continues to travel through the pretty fur coat and the tender skin tissue on the Autocrat dog creating a deep burning spot on the leg or in the face or on the shoulder or another body part. And as each photon ion morphs into a new chemical composition coming from the body heat of the new mammal and the dull rays of moonlight, so the photon ion does not fizzle out but greatly ignites the living object into an elongated fireball, specifically if the living object is composed of tons of soft thick fur hair strands, tender skin tissue, and delicate doggie organs, such like, an eyeball.

Sometimes, the burnt, smoky, and injured Autocrat dog halts the advancement with a loud yelp and then rolls down over the ground for survival, which is a wrong move, ya'll. The burning dog fur ignites the plot of fresh grass while spreading the fire over the new ground, quickly moving in different directions also and finally roasts the poor dog to death in a plume of colored flames and smoke.

Sometimes, on the line of Autocrat dogs, a few dogs rush into the blinding smoke, dash inside the heated grass fire, and then quickly die with a set of loud yelps of pain.

Mutt human male Raunchy continues to dash ahead in the dark blue photon suit on the front line that contains thousands of MUTTs and as their individual mutt dog races ahead in their own set of MUTT lines reaching the line of Autocrat canines first for the dog fight and hopefully the death-kill. He continues to fire his photon hand gun while hitting or missing an Autocrat dog.

On the side of Raunchy, a short running line contains two gigantic red tinted photon suits. Each one houses and also protects a black and white furry St. Bernard breed dog that run a parallel line in-between a tiny red photon suit, which contains a black colored short curly-haired Yorkie-Poo dog breed. The MUTT family comprises a mother, a father, and a young child, where the child is housed safely back at the DEN. The mother and father engage in the newest battle fight to save precious life of their child from the Autocrat Enforcers and then hopefully return back home to the civilized city-provenience within Authority.

The two parents swiftly dash behind the three family dogs while feeling worry, terror, and fear but devotion to the MUTT rebellious cause. They want the three individual dogs to protect their two individual human lives in the battle fight, instead of running off to join one of the pack team that holds a row of bold and brave mutt dogs. Each parent performs a pretty good job of firing a photon hand gun at some of the moving targets, an Autocrat dog. However, each parent is much more confidence in the pair of gigantic dogs to attack and then kill any moving target.

When a couple falls in love and then marries, usually they share a set of romantic emotions and a pair of same dogs. Then the married couple will select the same breed of dog for their future offspring. However, the modern trend is for the loving couple that is going to product an offspring to select a new breed of dog. This married couple has conformed to that new standard by selecting a tiny toy female Yorkie-Poo, instead of a large working breed.

The St. Bernard dog breed is a giant dog. The male dog weighs 250 pounds and measures 35 inches in height. The female dog measures 32 inches in height and weighs 230 pounds.

The fur coat is rough, dense, flat, and then fluffs around the neck and legs in mahogany brindle color hue with white. The tail is long and heavy, hanging low down to the ground. The male dog possesses brown eyeballs. The female displays a pair of icy blue tone. The shape of eyelids is tight with each third eyelid haw only slightly visible.

The dog is known as a "Gentle Giant" and possesses a calm, patient, loyal, affectionate, and sweet doggie temperament.

This cute and tiny Yorkie-Poo breed is a one of the tiniest dogs in the world that is completely covered in short curly black tinted fur measuring in height at six inches, which still trips and then stumbles down over the 1/24th inched high flat grass blades, making the doggie scene appear both cute and precious. The dog weighs five pounds. The breed is a tiny baby puppy of a toy poodle and a Yorkie terrier. A Yorkie-Poo breed displays a confident, loving, playful, bold, intelligent, energetic, and social friendly doggie personality. The tiny dog enjoys learning a set of new tricks or cuddling up on a lap for a nap. A Yorkie-Poo is not aggressive and tends to greet all strangers, but it will bark with an annoying tiny yip, when quickly shocked.

On the short running line a few feet above Raunchy, each St. Bernard takes a turn loudly barking in a deep baritone sound at each wiggling tail on a slow-moving mutt dog or the line of far-away advancing Autocrat dogs while producing a vicious warning to stay away from their individual oversized furry body and the tiny Yorkie-Poo dog breed.

The yelping and annoying tiny Yorkie-Poo dog quickly runs side to side over the flat grass and then the red tinted thing rushes into hiding, moving underneath the belly on the gigantic St. Bernard. Then, the tiny toy dog shifts over like a red tinted mouse and bounces back into the open grass plain and then swiftly shuffles over on its four tiny paws inside the red protection suit, hiding underneath the red tinted belly on the female St. Bernard while constantly yelping away at the innocent grass blades for its duty as a mutt canine within the new battle fight. Then, the tiny Yorkie-Poo repeats the cute maneuver over the flat ground and as each St. Bernard protects and watches over the tiny toy dog.

However, the two canine glittering columns of massive-sized red tinted St. Bernard breeds purposefully dare any mutt dog or an Autocrat dog to invade their steady flowing paw pathway toward the shoreline to engage more of the enemy.

Raunchy continues to run toward the shoreline at the Autocrats but softly chuckles at the amusingly comical sight of the three mismatched canines and as some of his photon ions miss an advancing Autocrat dog. Anyways, he doesn't mind that his companion Rottweiler Razz enjoys the battle fight vibes. Razz and his mutt doggie friends perform an excellent war service by quickly attacking and then killing numerous Autocrat dogs which busts up the front running line, where a MUTT warrior can aim and then kill more of the dogs inside the rear rows.

A companion dog is more dangerous than the Autocrat soldier. When a companion dog feels threatened, it'll protect the life of its owner with both a set of pointy fangs and sharp claws while the Autocrat owner sticks around the ocean shoreline for the battle fight.

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Half-a-mile ahead of the numerous semi-crooked MUTT rows of humans and other canines, inside a semi-crooked row of four MUTT dogs, Australian Kelpie Venus continues to stand in place and stares at the unchanging and continuous straight line of twenty Autocrat dogs with canine confusion and then tilts a skull to the side while pondering the new doggie situation.

Naughty Doberman Pinscher Cog has changed usual natural herding maneuver for some reason.

An advancing column of the twenty Autocrat dogs follows the Greyhound dog and continues to race ahead, without conforming to the herding maneuver, and then rapidly flies through an empty air space in-between the other four MUTT dogs, without stopping to fight, smell, or pee at one of the MUTT dogs.

Venus swiftly spins around from the shoreline with more canine confusion, staring at a wiggling red-tinted tail on numerous Autocrat dogs that continue to advance toward the rows of MUTT soldiers, without fear or panic. An Australian Kelpie is also a heeler, where the driving dog breed stand behind the rear of the livestock and then nips at the heels of each animal to drive the livestock herd forward toward the corral pen or into a transport vehicle. Venus races ahead with a loud growl of disappointment and then lowers down her snout barely above the flat grass with a set of exposed sharp fangs, gaining on the rear legs of the Great Dane. She reaches out and then firmly nips the hock on the Autocrat dog, deactivating both of their red tinted photon doggie suits

The largest canine in the world stumbles sideways with great pain, sliding a few feet ahead over the wet grass with doggie confusion. Venus swiftly leaps into the air and then gracefully lands on hip bone of the sideways Great Dane, dashing ahead and then halts with a low snarl of shock. Her snout leans down and then sniffs, smelling the oatmeal shampoo on the exterior smooth skin of the Great Dane.

Venus lifts up her skull and then shakes the head with more doggie confusion, swiftly running her athletic carriage along the lean and long sideways body on the dizzy and dazzled Great Dane.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall!

She stops behind the neck and then leans down, inhaling with her sensitive doggie nose, smelling coconut oil on each prick ear tip of the Autocrat dog, shifting over her nose, sniffing the eaten mint stick scent that still clings to white tinted teeth on the Great Dane.

This pampered Autocrat dog that still lives within its city-provenience receives a wonderful bubble bath weekly or maybe daily. Venus has not been bathed in a set of pretty cute water bubbles inside a washtub or a bathtub or a tub of fresh rain water for weeks and weeks, actually since arriving at the DEN six months ago.

Venus jerks the skull upright from the aroma of sweet odors that cover the pampered mammal with a low growl of jealousy and then rapidly drops a mouth of exposed fangs, slicing down into the exposed eyeball and one of the coconut-scented ear tips on the grounded Great Dane. She doesn't have time to rip each delicate organ out from the large body on the Autocrat dog for her doggie fun, so Venus will temporally maim her enemy and then return back later to finish her death kill.

She chomps her jaw line shut and then quickly pulls back with her body mass, quickly jerking out an eyeball and also tearing off the ear tip on the Autocrat dog and as the Great Dane swiftly bucks up and down with intense agonizing pain and terror. Venus gracefully leaps up into the air from the twisting body of the injured dog and then spits out the foreign matter coming from the torn face of the Great Dane, dashing ahead toward the red tinted wiggling tail on a new Autocrat dog for her next death kill.

Razz watches the line of red-glowing bodies that represents a still breathing Autocrat dog and then gallops parallel with some of the mutt dogs with his doggie confusion. So, if Razz can't control the line of Autocrat dogs into a tight huddle for the death kill, then he'll use his doggie body to physically stop one of the stubborn animals and then start a doggie fight. The Rottweiler spins around with a low growl and then swiftly races ahead over the flat ground with a set of exposed white tinted fangs, leaping into the air, glowing in the red tinted photon doggie suit. Gravity prevails. Razz lands at the tail set on top of the red tinted Barbet, deactivating both of the protective body suits.

The black curly haired Barbet swiftly tumbles forward and then slides down, landing on top of the wet grass with a loud yelp of shock. Before the Autocrat Barbet can figure what attacked its rear tail section, Razz reaches over and sniffs between the rear legs, latching and then rips off the penis on the Barbet while temporally wounding the Autocrat dog. Razz doesn't have time to thoroughly shred the inner organs on his enemy as the advancing line of numerous Autocrat dogs rapidly pace toward the numerous lines of MUTT soldiers.

MUTT Rottweiler dog Razz quickly wipes both of its rear paws on top of the wiggling and injured Autocrat canine while marking his doggie scent all over his wounded prey for a later killing and then leaps off the injured Barbet with a soft howl of victory as the Barbet struggles side to side and continues to yelp in screams of pain. The Rottweiler swiftly races ahead over the wet grass in the bright moonlight with a loud snarl and sees the two new Autocrat dogs for two new death kills.

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Bull Pit Terrier Pickle continues to stay and stare in doggie awe at the advancing column of Autocrat dogs, particularly the Puli breed dog with its gray dreadlocks, sounding with a soft growl that indicates an upcoming death warning. Like numerous individual bolts of red tinted lightning streaks rolling over the flat ground, vertical columns of numerous Autocrat canines pass in-between the air space on each side of stationary Pickles following the wiggling tail of the lead, without stopping to fight, to bark, to growl, to bite, or to pee on the Pit bull terrier. Pickle continues to stare at the row of bobbing yacht at the shoreline underneath the full moonlight with intrigue. Each glowing Autocrat human soldier dances on top of the wet deck in joyous victory, tossing the arms in the air, wiggling the hips sideways. The Pit bull Terrier is both confused and annoyed at his MUTT doggie friend Cog.

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On top of the grass with an assortment of burning piles of doggie bones and flesh, Border Collie Huckster continues to stay and mentally assesses the new situation as two sets with flowing columns of numerous running Autocrat canines race around the empty side of his doggie stance like flashes of red ghosts. He spins around with doggie tenacious frustration while fighting with his innate herding instinct. Huckster could run behind a row of the escaping Autocrat dogs and then slowly herd them into a loose group for a group kill, but his two mutt dog friends Venus and Razz have abandoned the MUTT formation along with silly Cog. So, Huckster will also.

A slow-moving Autocrat Puli dog breed, near the end of the column displays a set of gray tinted dreadlocks, instead of a fur coat of short hair strands. The dog's coat hangs in sheets of long mats, which are called cords with a curly undercoat. This Autocrat female dog has been pampered for too many years. Her set of pretty dreadlocks are so long and untrimmed that each silky dreadlock is actually dragging over the flat plain of grass while slowing her pace.

Huckster swiftly races ahead and chases behind the red-tinted, photon-covered, square-shaped, mop-like, tail on the Puli.

The Puli breed dog is a small, sturdy, durable, athletic, and agile canine, displaying a long shaggy coat of tassel-like cords or dreadlocks in gray hue underneath a red tinted photon suit. The dog thrives on vigorous exercise like a battle fight possessing supreme confidence and self-possession of animal. The breed is an extremely keen watchdog and a short guardian over its Autocrat master.

The Puli dog is both suspicious and aggressive toward a stranger or another annoying Autocrat dog that currently blocks its forward paw pathway, so the running Puli loudly barks out its doggie order and then chases after the shrill yipping tiny Autocrat Toy Rat Terrier dog that weighs five pounds and measures eight inches in height. The Puli stops barking but continues to chase its new prey with bossiness, leaning down with an open mouth, nipping at one of the ear tips on the terrier as each photon suit vanishes and then reveals the dog's body frame. The Puli is a strong-willed mammal that likes to boss its owner and its enemy around the landscape, grabbing the tiny skull of the running MUTT Toy Rat Terrier dog, flinging up the entire body on tiny lap dog in the air and then tosses the toy dog sideways from its paw pathway.

The dizzy and dazzled toy Rat Terrier dog flies through the air, without yipping in shock, and then lands with a hard thud flat on top of the grass with a set of heavy breathes of pain as each advancing Autocrat dog leaps over or scoots around the injured toy dog.

Huckster slows the chasing run and then carefully watches his targeted Autocrat dog. The Puli dog breed possesses a long-haired, stringy gray tinted mop of cords on the coat.

On the grassy plain, the Autocrat Puli dog rushes ahead with a bouncing spring with its mop of long cords happily and playfully checking out every new sight and sound, rapidly changing direction and whirls like a gray tinted tornado through the broken row of Autocrat dogs with a set of quick reflexes, avoiding each smoky burning colorful pile of dead canines, compliments of an accurate aim with a photon weapon coming from an angry MUTT human solider.

So far, after twelve successful battle campaigns, MUTT Huckster has easily attacked and then overwhelmed each Autocrat dog without mercy or bodily threat. This Autocrat breed of dog is a new canine challenge. The Puli breed dog possesses the ability to weave in and out through the row of dogs which is only unrivaled by a Border collie.

An equal foe!

Huckster swiftly dashes ahead with a happy growl with a new powerful and equal foe during the current battle fight.

The Puli dog is 17 inches in height and weighs 34 pounds, rapidly dashing ahead into the dangerous situation with all the other mutt dogs with an obstinate attitude and then leaps into the air, clearing the gigantic skill on a 200-pound, lion-looking, silver tinted long-haired Caucasian Shepherd Dog that stands upright at six feet tall on its rear back legs while fighting to the death with a MUTT English mastiff.

Huckster skips to a halt over the wet grass and drops open its muzzle, staring at the air-borne Puli breed dog in amusement. The Puli dog is known for its sneaky ability to surprise everyone with its talented doggie skills and smart intellect, including Huckster. He races ahead with a low snarl and lowers the head reaching out to the rear end of the dashing Puli, grabbing a mouthful of flying gray cords and then digs all paws down into the dirt. The Puli races forward and then yelps out loud from pain, spinning around while flinging Huckster off the back end. The collie sails toward the side of Puli as the Puli dog faces the shoreline of bobbing yacht in confusion of the rear end attack.

Huckster tumbles over the wet grass and then leaps onto its paws, dashing away, ramming into the side of the smaller canine. They roll to the side, flip over, and then finally twist in the air with a set of loud sneers and biting fangs until the Puli lands back on its back spine on top of the wet grass.

Huckster lands with a soft thud on top of the Puli's belly fur and then quickly stands, leaning down with a low nasty growl and a furry face of half solid red and half solid white that splits down toward the end of his snout into the black tinted furry chest on the upside Puli, staring into the curly thick undercoat with one icy blue piercing eyeball and a light brown eyeball. He opens the jaw line and slams the fangs into coat, biting down, pulling back with a tiny yelp of disguise and distaste, spitting out the foul contents from his tongue which can absorb 7,000 different flavors of food and other objects. His mouth drools from the terrible taste of the Puli.

The Puli breed calmly resides on top of the flat wet grass with a soft laughing yelp at the stupid MUTT Border collie.

MUTT Huckster studies and stares down into the chest fur of the Autocrat Puli. All the curly cords of gray hair inside the undercoat on the Puli is severely matted with loose curly hair balls, badly tangled with intermingled long cords of gray hue, and finally tied and clumped together with an assortment of vile visual objects, such like, loose tree brown dead leaves, dried red tinted mud balls, short grass blades of grass, and its own fecal matter in the hue of light brown.

When a Puli drinks liquid, its beard absorbs and then stores some of the water molecules inside his facial beard. The dog shakes its canine skull vigorously side to side flinging all of the loose water drops in the air and towards Huckster.

The Puli breed dog is known to possess an "in your face" doggie personality which makes its own canine decisions controlling its Autocrat owner and the battle fight situation with the MUTT Border Collie.

The Collie quickly back steps with a loud bark at the messy and unclean Puli breed, shaking a wet face side to side while continue to mouth spit out all the foul and nasty contents from its mouth and tongue.

The Puli dog continues to rest on top of the flat grass and then loudly thrills in a high piercing bark that makes the fangs of every canine rattle in fear and eardrum pain.

Huckster slowly steps back from the crazy Autocrat dog over the thick mop of tangled cords that hold numerous foul contents that has fossilized onto the long belly on the ugly Puli, when a large mouth of sharp fangs swiftly drops down from above the air waves and then breathes down sour air over the collie's back spine.

Huckster swiftly runs backward, tumbling off the nasty Puli, soaring away from the unknown Autocrat's fangs to the shoreline, avoiding numerous piles of burnt dog bones and flesh and then stops with heavy pants of fear, terror, annoyance, disappointment, and doggie embarrassment.

On top of the flat ground, the Puli dog rolls over, and then stands upright on its four hidden paws underneath the long cords of gray with a self-imposed attitude, facing the advancing line of mutt dogs and their MUTT owners. He dashes ahead venting its high energy, barking at the other annoying Autocrat dogs that blocks its paw pathway into danger. A Puli possesses its own set of protective instincts toward a stranger or an Autocrat canine or a MUTT dog moving ahead like a streaking bolt of lightning, looking for a rumble fight. The breed is an incredibly bright dog that likes to challenge its owner, friends, foes, and other unknown animals with its personal authority, but the dog displays a loyal and protective doggie personality toward its loving family.

The extremely large and mean Autocrat Caucasian Shepherd Dog breed swiftly finishes the death kill on the MUTT English Mastiff, watching the large bloody dead body tumble away from her bloody furry face and then glances back to see the smaller MUTT dog with a low growl while quickly deciding that foe is too tiny to eat. The female returns back to face the numerous lines of MUTT humans and their mutt dogs that offer a bigger and better food meal, swiftly racing ahead while exposing the red stained fangs for her victory smile.

MUTT Border Collie Huckster continues to stay and exhales with a bruised doggie ego, slowly walking ahead alone on top the fresh patches of grass, avoiding each burnt spot while gathering up his canine confidence to fight with another Autocrat dog during the thirteenth battle fight. He wishes the night would end now, so he could cuddle up with his master and finally fall into a deep sleep of nice dreams.

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A few miles in front of the MUTT line of humans and other mutt dogs, MUTT Doberman Pincher Cog leads a column of Autocrat canines, where the highly energetic Greyhound dog had fallen for Cog's fun play or ploy. He slides sideways with a loud sneer and stops studying the rear end and the wiggling tail inside a red tinted photon suit on each dashing Autocrat dog. Cog is not going to nip the heel of the mammal like a herding dog and refuses to attack the behind of any mammal like a sissy German Shepherd. The infamous Doberman Pinscher is a fearless canine that possesses great endurance and speed.

Cog is not the only Doberman Pincher dog breed within the mutt pack of canines. He has slowly greeted all his other kin over past the six-month period and also is one of the greeting MUTT canines standing beside his welcoming MUTT owner that assists a new mutt dog and its MUTT owner to adapt into the Den cave environment and the set of weird living conditions.

Cog cannot talk, but if he could. He would say that some of Doberman pincher individual personalities at the Den are really weird, wired, and whacky. Some of the Dobie dog breeds possess an outgoing and friendly demeanor towards all the mutt dogs. The other Pinchers are both shy and reserved. The rest of other Dobermans display a mean and dominate personality with the other Doberman pinchers and all the other breed dogs within the Den.

Cog is a social butterfly and loves to cuddle up with his mistress's tiny yellow stripped kitten for a long doggie nap, during the early afternoon, where his sweet canine secret stays a doggie secret.

The Doberman Pincher breed is a steadfast and loyal companion to its owner and a true friend to all the people that he or she loves, which is not an Autocrat. A Pincher is fearless in the face of danger and makes an excellent guard dog, not a vicious attack dog. A Doberman pincher protects his human family by keeping an intruder away from their house, pinning the unwelcomed stranger into the wall corner, until the gang of Enforcers arrives for the arrest.

Cog can be vicious like his other Pincher kin, but he really is a softie at heart while at home with his loving MUTT family.

A Doberman pincher possesses the desire to work both its body and its mind, such like, participating in the current battle fight while blowing off tons of high energy and pinned up doggie frustration inside that overcrowded, hot, and enclosed multi-levels of cave floors.

At the battle fight, Cog runs faster excelling a slender, muscular body over the wet grass during the nighttime battle fight, passing in-between two unsuspecting Autocrat dogs on the rear row, joining a broken semi-crooked line of more Autocrat dogs on the second row. He rapidly runs with the enemy, wearing a doggie smirk, turning a face to see down the one side of the Autocrat line and quickly identifies some of the familiar dog breeds. He continues to run with the enemy and turns to look down the opposite side on the second line, seeing more familiar dog breeds. Then, MUTT Doberman pincher Cog faces the first row with numerous empty holes with a silly doggie smile, where a MUTT photon gun has killed an Autocrat dog and then studies the advancing lines of mutt dogs with puzzlement. Each one of the mutt dog wears a red tinted photon suit like Cog's.

Then, Cog looks back down both of the lines at each autocrat dog with confusion. Now, each Autocrat dog has dressed in a red tinted photon suit like a mutt dog, which is extremely fascinating within the curious doggie mind of Cog. He runs inside one of the Autocrat lines without getting attacked or killed by an Autocrat dog that does not seem to notice that Cog is presence and is really a mutt dog.

Cog wonders about the doggie differences between a mutt dog and an Autocrat dog. He slowly shifts over the wet grass and dashes ahead, running beside a cute long-legged Weimaraner, where all her private girly parts are covered up within the red tinted photon suit.

A Weimaraner is a large dog that had been used by royalty for hunting foul. She measures 25 inches in height and 77 pounds in weight with a coat of smooth and soft silver tinted fur. The breed displays an intelligent, aloof, alert, energetic, steady, fast, powerful, and stubborn doggie personality.

Cog leans over without touching the Autocrat dog and then smells her glowing red tinted neck without a sound. He does not see an ugly wart or an extra body part or hear a weird new sound coming from the Autocrat canine, but he smells a new foul odor.

That's normal Weimaraner doggie behavior disguising their natural canine sense during a hunt for prey.

The Weimaraner produces with a single low growl through the doggie protection suit toward the assertive Doberman pincher and then quickly shuffles over to the opposite side with her disapproval near a golden tinted sporting Vizsal dog breed.

That's a normal Weimaraner doggie respond.

Cog understands the behavior of a bitch and continues to run inside the second row of Autocrat with doggie boredom. He has completely a quickie mutt spy task, without an order coming from his master but will convey all of his learned Autocrat information to his new mutt friends.

He swiftly dashes ahead with the single purpose of killing as many Auto-crap dogs as possible before sunrise and then moves into the first line, filling up one of the empty holes, running with the enemy, again. He wonders if any of his mutt friends knows that Cog is messing around with the Autocrat dogs as both of the opposing dog teams wear the same colored photon suit of red hue.

In the last battle campaign, the mutt dogs only wore a red tinted photon suit. The Autocrat dogs had exhibited an array of colored photon suits which was based on the sunrays and the body heat on each canine. And the Autocrat dogs always advanced with the forward attack coming from the ocean shoreline. The mutt dog lines raced away from the petrified rock forest for the death kill.

On the first Autocrat line, MUTT Doberman pincher Cog dashes ahead with a smirk beside an Autocrat Chinese Shar-Pei and then turns to stare with its doggie curiosity at the wrinkled skin on the Autocrat face through the red tinted photon suit.

A Chinese Shar-Pei displays a medium-sized, sturdy build doggie body of spotted white color with a unique black mask on its ugly face, measuring 20 inches in height at the shoulder and weighs 59 pounds. The breed is a sober and dignified canine with set of wrinkled skin, a hippo-like head, a set of small, triangular ears that are tucked close to the side of the square-shaped head. The tail is thick and curves over the back spine. Its dark blue tongue hangs from the snout with a scowling expression that sounds with a set of loud snorts during its battle run. A Shar-Pei possesses a calm, quiet, independent, and confident doggie personality.

Cog wonders, if the wrinkled skin on the dog is really the thinking set of brain cells on the outside of its ugly skull that makes the ugly Shar-Pei scowl and snort through the red tinted photon suit.

Well then, the Dobie greatly desires to find out.

Cog races ahead from the Autocrat line, graceful spins around, and then stops with a loud growl facing the Autocrat Chinese Shar-Pei with a low growl into the face of the ugly dog. The running Shar-Pei violently collides into the sneering face on a stationary Cog, deactivating both the protection photon suits, exposing the natural doggie body and as both of them tumble down in the wet grass. Each individual Autocrat dog leaps into the air and over a stationary lumpy pile of both wiggling legs and bobbing skulls, dashing toward the lines of MUTT soldiers.

After the tumble, the upper body of the Shar-Pei rests its upper chest from the withers down to the legs on top of sideways Cog while sounding with a loud growl.

Around 200 BC, the Chinese Shar-Pei breed started out hunting wild boar for the family's dinner meal and then evolved into a fearless and ferocious fighting dog that participated in the brutal blood sporting competition with its heavy-boned and muscular canine body frame.

On the flat grass, the heavy-boned and muscular Shar-Pei forces Cog to inhale a set of short breathes, since the wrinkly dog is both ugly and overweight from living a lush and luxurious lifestyle with its Autocrat owner. And the white tinted coat is rough to the touch, extremely prickly in one direction, but softer, when the Shar-Pei wiggles side to side on top of Cog fluffing the fur in the opposite direction. Cog growls with annoyance at the overweight Shar-Pei rolling it prickly coat on top of his body frame.

But the Doberman pincher breed carries a long muzzle which nicely extends for an extremely strong bite. Cog waits in pain and watches in silent fury as side to side rolling Shar-Pei continues to tickle and prick its smooth coat. Cog quickly leans over and opens its mouth, snapping down into the prickly wrinkled skin around the thick neck of the Shar-Pei. Blood squirts in every direction coming from both the mouth of Cog and the skin on the Shar-Pei.

The Shar-Pei amazingly twists around inside its loose folds of skin and then rolls off the body of Cog, reaching out, grabbing onto the exposed black tinted shoulder of Cog. Cog howls in pain and releases the wrinkled skin on the Shar-Pei, kicking all four legs over the grass, wiggling side to side in pain and tries to escape from the foreign fangs.

The Shar-Pie releases the shoulder meat and then back steps from Cog with a loud bark. A Shar-Pie will only bark when playing or worried.

Cog quickly stands and then scoots backwards. Blood pours down from the shoulder wound. He loudly barks at the crazy Autocrat dog. The wrinkled skin on the dog is tough, rough, durable and well-protected from the fangs of Cog. So, Cog dashes ahead with an open mouth and collides into the hippo-like face with fury. The extended lips and a set of sharp teeth clamp from one triangular ear tip down the one eyeball, closing the jaw line, ripping off the side of the face. He opens the jaw line allowing the loose foreign body parts to fall down onto the grass, using its teeth to rip into the prickly skin and the lips of the Shar-Pei. The Shar-Pei howls in pain and back steps from Cog. Cog slides over and then clamps down onto the wrinkled forehead of the Autocrat canine, holding onto the prickly skin.

The Shar-Pei rushes backwards in panic and pain. The strong bit from Cog continues to hug the prickly skin on the Shar-Pei and as the wrinkled skin extends and then rips off the face of the whimpering Shar-Pei. Cog does not release the enemy canine. The Shar-Pei continues to rush backward while slowly ripping off the skin, exposing the white tinted bones and the colorful pink organs, exploding red tinted blood proteins in the air and on the bloody face of the dying Autocrat canine.

Cog slides forward with the Shar-Pie, opening the jaw line, watching the torn skin fall down onto the short green tinted grass. He dashes ahead and rips his doggie fangs into the other exposed eyeball, bones, and the lips on the Shar-Pei, feeling the warm blood, hearing the loud whimpers from the dying Autocrat dog.

The Shar-Pei falls down over the grass in agonizing pain.

Cog opens its jaw line and spits out all of the foreign body parts from the Shar-Pei, dropping all of them down on the dog and the grass, staring at the dying animal, feeling sorry. He leans over and clamps down into the bone skull on the enemy canine, ripping off more of the skin and the bone, exposing the gray matter on the Autocrat dog.

O! That wrinkled skin is not the brains on the stupid Autocrat Chinese Shar-Pei.

Cog leans down and then chews into the dull gray tinted brain matter that controls the dog's breathing and body movements, quickly killing the wounded Shar-Pei. The Shar-Pei stops the whimpering and shivering moves. The Dobie back steps with a deep sigh of relief and shakes off the blood, all the broken bone fragments, and the mental thought of the successful doggie death. He spins around with a low growl, looking for a new Auto-crap dog to kill.

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In front of the shoreline, Pickle continues to stand in frustration and confusion a few miles from the ocean shoreline while regarding the broken MUTT line. Like each individual bolt of red tinted lightning streak dashes over the flat ground, the vertical columns of Autocrat canines pass in-between the air space on a stationary Pickle while following the wiggling tail on the lead canine, without stopping to fight, to bark, to growl, to bite, or to pee on the Bull Pit Terrier dog. Pickle continues to stare at the row of bobbing yacht at the shoreline underneath the full moonlight with intrigue. Each glowing Autocrat human soldier dances on top of the wet deck in joyous victory, tossing the arms in the air, wiggling the hips sideways. He is both confused and annoyed at his MUTT doggie friend Cog, slowly spinning around to see and hear the commotion. This battle fight is really weird and different, tonight. The column of Autocrats dogs advance far enough into the middle of the grass, fighting with the rest of the mutt dogs and numerous MUTT humans.

Pickle is missing all the flying blood and glorious gore.

He races ahead with a low sneer and then reaches the second fighting line of Autocrat dogs, jumping off the grass, flying through the air, and lands down at the back spine on the Harrier dog, smashing the smaller English Foxhound dog down into the grass.

The Harrier dog breed is a medium-sized canine in the hound dog class. The breed had been used in packs for hunting hares by scent. The dog measures 18 inches in height and weight 48 pounds with a life span of 12 years. The doggie personality exhibits cheerfulness, fun-loving energy, playfulness, amiable to both people and children. The Harrier dog breed enjoys exploring, sniffing, and trailing its prey and likes to bay at its intended target. The dog resembles a Beagle breed dog in the tri-color black, brown and white hues with a muscular body frame with a hard coat fur and larger bones for stamina and strength, slightly longer in length than taller in height. The tail is medium-length and not curled. The skull is board with a strong muzzle. The pair of ears is round in shape, and the eyeballs are colored brown or hazel hue. The nose is black and wide. The four feet are a tight and cat-like formation and as the front toes are turned inward.

Pickle slowly reaches down with an open mouth exposing its clean fangs and grabs the back spine on the Harriet dog, holding the flesh, bone, and tissues.

The Bull Pit Terrier breed dog measures 19 inches in height and weighs 70 pounds, where the breed displays a short and stocky doggie frame that holds more muscles-per-pound of body mass than any other dog breed. The center of the Pit bull Terrier is low making the body longer than taller. The coat is short and sleek appearing in black, white, brindle, fawn, tan, blue, grey, brown or red color hue. The muscles on the neck and bulky. The bone skull holds two small eye sockets and a pair of cropped or rose-shaped un-cropped ear points. The lifespan for the dog breed is 15 years of age. The doggie personality exhibits the characteristics of tenacious, fearless, stubborn, obedient, affectionate, intelligent, loyal, strong-willed, fun-loving, friendly, gentleness, and puppyish manner with their family members, especially children.

Historically, the new dog breed was created in the British Isles in the 1800s and was crossed with Bulldog and a Terrier creating a bull-baiting dog that fought inside an enclosed arena against a bull by holding the head of the larger mammal with its large skull and powerful jaws. Two dogs harassed the bull for hours, until the mammal collapsed from dead. The bloody entertainment sport developed from the poor commoners as a source of relief from a hard working life in the British Isles. Then the immigrants transported the Bull Pit Terrier dog to the New World acting a farm dog that included hunting wild game, driving livestock into the corrals, guarding the property from people and animal intruders, and providing companionship.

The Bull Pit Terrier exhibits a bite, hold, and shake behavior and then refuses to release the fleshy, bloody object, where the bite is deep and grinds its molars down into the soft tissue.

Pickle quickly lifts up the Harriet bred from the ground, without killing the Autocrat dog.

An annoyingly yelping Affenpinscher dog breed, which is nicknamed as the "Monkey Dog," stops both its bark and advancement towards the MUTT dog, staring at Pickle in fear.

An Affenpinscher dog breed measures nine inches tall at the shoulder, weighing seven pounds. The breed dog can live to become fourteen years old and exhibits a feisty, spunky energy. Historically, the Affenpinscher dog breed had been trained to find rats and mice in horse stables. The dog is loyal, alert, intelligent, silly-acting, bold and creative thought process which quickly entertains the humans. The Affenpinscher learns quickly and easily adjusts to change, making a good traveler, who is ready for the new doggie adventure. The breed possesses sensitivity and gentleness, but is a smart, alert watchdog, who fears nothing. An Affenpinscher is not very loud but is excitable and takes a while to calm down while seriously guarding his home, family, and territory, and alerts the entire city street to a new stranger. The fur coat on an Affenpinscher is a wiry rough coat of curly hair strands and the face contains a beard.

Pickle shakes his bone skull without releasing the injured canine and then flings sideways the screaming Harriet dog in the air and as his pair of sharp fangs bite through the tender skin on the Harriet breed, slicing down into the doggie organs and finally kills the suffering Harriet dog. The Harriet dog splits in half, dividing at its abdomen. Pickle continues to rotate his bone skull side to side in furious angry and as the bottom half of the Harriet dog breaks off and then launches into the air, falling down on top of a stationary blue and orange burning pile of Autocrat dog tissues, which shows an unrecognizable breed. The pile of ash puffs into the new high plume of orange tinted smoke and pink colored flames, consuming the upper body of the Harriet dog.

MUTT Pickle dashes ahead with a loud growl and flings the other half of dead Autocrat Harriet dead dog sideways in the air, slapping the side face on a Bedlington Terrier dog breed.

Ah! I love the smell of fresh lamb chops in the evening!

A Bedlington Terrier actually closely resembles a baby lamb, wearing a curly coat of white hue, where the thick hair is bathed, then brushed, and finally trimmed into a shape. The fur coat appears in the color hues of liver or blue or liver and tan or blue and tan or sandy or sandy and tan. The terrier is a loyal, affectionate, spirited, good-tempered canine companion with a protective doggie personality to each family member, fighting to the death for the family member also. It possesses a lumpy rounded skull with a set of low ear flaps. The Bedlington Terrier dog breed measures 18 inches in height and 23 pounds in weigh with a lifespan of 16 years old.

Historically, the Bedlington Terrier was named after the mining town of Bedlington, Northumberland, within the northern country of England and used to hunt vermin. The dog breed also participated in dog racing and dog shows.

The dog possesses excellent hunting instincts, a keen sense of smell, outstanding swimming skills, high endurance, and the speed equal to a horse.

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In the middle line of fighting mutt dogs and MUTT humans, German Shepherd Junk slightly leads his family of mutt dogs and MUTT humans and then skips to a halt on top of the wet grass with its doggie curiosity raising a pair of prick ears with its canine confusion.

Two Mutt canines, Jingle and Creepers also halt in-between Junk and stare at the advancing line of red-tinted photon suit-protected Autocrat dogs.

For some reason, the infamous five-member mutt line with leader Venus and her fellow mutts have failed to kill the other ten live and breathing Autocrat dogs, where the forward row of canines is swiftly coming toward his mistress Jumble and her two brothers Jeepers and Jiffy.

A semi-straight line of ten individual racing Autocrat dogs soars through an empty space in-between Junk, Jingle, and Creepers, without stopping to fight, sniff, or pee with the mutt dog for some strange reason.

Junk swiftly spins around confusion and offers a soft growl, rapidly dashing ahead to protect his mistress Jumble, opening the mouth and exposes its white tinted fangs for his first kill of the evening battle.

MUTT mistress Jumble stops and then slides over the wet grass with a gasp of shock, staring at the forward line of red tinted Autocrat dogs. "What's going on here?" She fires the photon weapon at each dog and misses the running mammal with nervousness.

Junk continues to race ahead and then grabs onto a running rear leg on each dog, ripping off the leg, without killing the autocrat beast. He is worried for his mistress Jumble and her human family while dashing doggie faster to her rescue.

Jumble slowly back steps and continues to fire the weapon, hitting an Autocrat dog as a new takes its place and races toward her upright body in the pretty lavender hue. She stumbles into her brother Jiffy and the swiftly scoots around him, reaching out, grabbing his collar bone. She shoves Jiffy behind her back spine with a sneer. "Get behind me! I'll protect you. Jeepers, get beside me now! Fire at each dog, right now!" Jumble and Jeepers stand together and then slowly back step in fear and fright from the advancing line of Autocrat dogs.

Several hundred feet in front of jumble, Junk mauls the leg on the Whippet dog breed and then looks up with a soft whimper, hearing the voice of his mistress Jumble with his doggie worry. He leaps over the dying Whippet dog and then races ahead barking out the commands to his mutt buddies, Creepers and Jingle.

Creepers releases the leg on the wounded Autocrat Beagle breed dog and then leaps over the wounded body, dashing ahead, catching up with his mutt buddy Junk.

Jingle spins around from the shoreline view and the line of Autocrat dogs, jumping over each wounded Autocrat dog.

Junk continues to dash ahead and then barks again its doggie command to his lazy mutt buddy Jingle, using a doggie threat of canine bodily harm to the younger German Shepherd. The two German Shepherds are not a set of litter mates either. They had aged with their individual owners. However, Junk feels both embarrassed and annoyed that the same German Shepherd breed Jingle has come from a scary mama dog.

Jingle hears the doggie threat coming from Junk and dashes faster, rushing ahead and then joins up, forming a semi-straight doggie line with Junk and Creepers.

The dog line of Autocrat splits into different directions as three dogs form a shorter line, veering toward the MUTT female Jumble, loudly growling with the upcoming death kill.

Sixteen-year-old Jumble and her younger brother Jeepers continue to fire the photon ions at each Autocrat dog, randomly killing one.

On the scattered front line, MUTT Raunchy slows the pace and then stops on top of the grass during battle, staring at the broken line of Autocrat dogs. Then, a column of Autocrat dogs races in-between his upright body frame looking like a set of red ghosts. He spins around in awe and stares at the dashing Autocrat dogs in red hue, slapping the right earring for a private communication with a puzzled brow. "War General, did you see that? Are you seeing these crazy Autocrat dogs? What's happening out here? Do you know?"

Raunchy pauses and then listens to the War General through the earring.

He laughs out loud. "Yes, I understand, also. I got it! Do it, too it!"

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On the rear line, in front of the petrified rock forest of trees, MUTT teen female Jumble blindingly bumps into her younger brother Jiffy, who is both scared and afraid blocking the retreat. She sneers. "Move backwards faster, Jiffy! The line of three dogs is coming closer to us." The three Autocrat dogs skip to a halt and stand in front of Jumble and Jeepers out of weapon range while growling in fury. Jumble aims and then fires missing each dog.

Junk and Creepers, both mutt dogs race faster to protect their individual wards, leaping into the air at the same time. On the ground, the three Autocrat dogs swiftly lower a bone skull at the same time for a frontal attack. Junk and Creepers, each soar over the bone skull on each Autocrat dog and then violently slam into the two upright bodies of Jumble and Jeepers while stopping their air-borne travel. Jumble and Jeepers tumble backward and fall down over Jiffy.

Junk and Creepers rest on top of the humans and then quickly stand upright on the legs and the arms of each human also, swinging around, growling at the three dogs. The two dogs race ahead with dog drool and a pair of fangs, attacking the three Autocrat dogs.

Junk slightly leads and then veers towards one of the Autocrat canines, whipping his bone skull side to side and then smashes his skull into the side jaw line of the Standard Poodle in grey hue. The Poodle wobbles to the side and then stumbles out of doggie attack range. Junk jumps onto the two rear hind legs of the Poodle and growls down at the new prey, leaning down, tearing out the withers on the yelling Autocrat dog and kills the Poodle dog.

On top of the grass, MUTT Jumble tosses Jiffy off her grounded body and then rolls away from her brother, resting on top of the wet grass with a shout out. "Mom! Mom!" She swiftly stands upright from the grass with worry and then dashes away, slamming into her running mother, firing the weapon at the dog. The first photon ion will not kill the dog immediately. The ion is absorbed into the photon suit which will deactivate the electromagnetic protective shield. Then, the dog gets stunk from the ion ray and then really mad swiftly attacking it assailant without mercy.

Another MUTT soldier has exposed the dog's natural furry coat.

Jumble continues to twirl around in a circle with her screaming mom and fires each ion into the advancing dog, missing, of course. Jumble tumbles down onto the ground on the last whirl with her mother, not able to fire the weapon at the line of Autocrat dogs.

On top of his brother Jiffy, Jeepers swings around with a sneer and then fires his weapon, discharging an array of dark blue ions, killing the racing dog.

The left earring on each Autocrat sounds with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTs, modify your photon suit, right now. Change your protection shield into the color of red or green, any shade. Do it, now, before you die!"

Jumble swirls around on top of her mom and motions to each brother with a loud voice. "Jiffy and Jeepers, come over here! Lie on top of our mother! Protect our mother!"

Her two brothers swiftly untangle from the pile and then stand upright from the grass, dashing ahead toward Jumble and stop, gently resting beside their mother and then fire an ion at each dog while missing, of course.

Jumble rests slightly on the back spine of her mother and her brother Jiffy, reaching up, pressing the left earring that controls the color of her photon suit. The suit changes into a bright and vivid purple-bluish hue as the color hue of purple absorbs her sweaty and scared body heat and the mixes with the bright moonlight. "What? My earring changes my photon suit into bright purple color. That's the wrong color hue. What's wrong with my photon suit? The War General said that each MUTT needs to be colored in a red or a green hue, not purple or blue."

"Nothing's wrong with the photon suit." Jiffy rests beside the arm of his mother and reaches up, pressing the left earring with a smile, pinching the smooth crystal with pressure. His short body glows in the hue of mint green and as he laughs out loud. "You need to press down into the crystal of the earring until the desired hue reaches your shiny glow, Sis."

Jumble presses down on her crystal stone as and her photon suit quickly runs through the color wheeling, turning violet, then blue violet, dark blue, bluish cyan, pale blue, and then turquoise.

"Hurry up, Sister dear!" Jiffy leans over to the side and fires a photon ion at the advancing dog in red tint with a sneer, burning through the doggie photon suit. Then he fires an array of ions and burns the dog into a pile of colorful green and yellow flames of fire. "Your color wheel performance is attracting each vicious Autocrat dog toward our pile of legs and arms with your vivid glowing colors!"

"Right! Yeah! Okay!" She holds the stone with more finger pressure and as her photon suit swiftly changing from turquoise, then bluish green, then dark green, and finally into light green hue that matches her family members. "Yeah, I did it," she turns and examines each family member. Her mother holds the crystal earring and appears in the same hue of mint green that matches her daughter and her two sons. Jumble returns back and then fires an ion at each advancing Autocrat dog, killing the mammal. However, there are sets of shorter lines that hold four or five unharmed Autocrat dogs.

Junk fights with its front paws and an open mouth of dripping dog drool, showing his fangs with a set of loud growls at the Saluki dog breed.

The Saluki breed dog measures 28 inches at the shoulder and weighs 65 pounds. The tan colored female is an elegant huntress with strong instincts chasing anything that moves. She is medium-sized sight-hound with a pair of long legs and a deep chest. The floppy ears, the rear legs, and the tail, all is covered in white tinted silky fur. She stands upright on the rear hind legs and sneers at Junk, fighting for her life against the mutt dog.

On the grass, MUTT Jumble leans down on top of the two back spines while hearing the sobbing cries from both her brother Jiffy and her mom, firing an array of individual ion at each advancing dog. "Don't hit our dogs with the photon ion!"

Jiffy continues to fire the weapon with a sigh. "Know that!"

"Aim for the skull! The ray will burn their retinas!"

"Know that!" Jiffy swings the weapon to the side at the same time with Jumble. They both fire an individual ion in the color of mint green. The two mint green colored ions soar ahead and then intersect together over the wet grass, exploring into a bright ball of yellow, green, pink and red fire waves.

His doggie instincts react. Junk leans over, tries to grab the pretty thin neck on the female Saluki, and then dives down onto the wet grass. The expanding colorful fire bomb hits the upright tall and thin Saluki dog, burning the bones and sizzling the blood into an instant and silent death.

A few feet ahead, his acute doggie eyesight sees the sailing fire bomb. German Shepherd Jingle drops down over the wet grass and covers both paws over the bone skull with fright and worry like his master Jiffy.

His doggie instincts react, also. Creepers flips over to the side and then drops down onto the wet grass, allowing the heavy dog to slip down and then cover the furry head and furry belly on Creepers. The fire bomb burns through the furry back spine on the bloodhound dog breed and as the bloodhound dog leaps off Creepers, dashing back to the shoreline for aid. But it's too late. The photon ion swiftly continues to burn through the doggie body of blood and guts into a trailing line of sizzling colorful ashes.

German Shepherd Junk wiggles side to side and then escapes out from the underneath the burning colorful pile, that once was a tall and slender white colored Saluki dog. He swiftly stands upright, moving away from the dead dog and then spins around, barking at his mistress Jumble.

Several hundred feet, his mistress Jumble continues to rest on top of the pile of family members with a loud yell and waves her hand. "Sorry, Junk! Come closer to us, Junk!" Her photon suit disappears and then reveals her human body for each acute eyeball on the Autocrat dog. "No. What? What happened to my photon suit?"

Jiffy continues to fire an array of photon ions at each advancing Autocrat dog, killing the mammal. "The photon suit only works alone without touching another living or dead object. You're lying on top of our mom. Your photon suit is not going to work, unless you continue to press down the crystal stone."

She presses the crystal stone until she glows in mint green hue matching her family members, exhaling with worry. "Look, Jiffy! You fire your ion on the right side of our pile. I'll fire my ion on the left side, so we don't collide again and kill our dogs."

"Right!" Jiffy continues to fire the ion ray at each dog and kills the advancing mammal.

German Shepherd Junk races ahead and attacks the dog from behind, wounding the canine. Creepers follows behind Junk and then leans down, ripping off the wound leg with a set of teeth feeling both angry and worry for his master.

Junk continues to run ahead to aid his mistress Jumble and barks out a new doggie command to Jingle.

Jingle swiftly stands upright from the wet grass and races ahead around each burning pile of dead dogs, without bothering to attack one of the wounded Autocrat dogs.

The three dogs skip to a halt and stand a few feet before a small of pile of mint green bodies that represent their individual owners. The fourth German Shepherd Jumpy rushes from its mistress and joins the line-up. The four dogs spin around with a soft growl and guard their family member, swiftly attacking an individual Autocrat dog that dares to come near an owner in vengeance and blood.

MUTT mistress Jumble continues to fire an array of ions at each advancing Autocrat dog. She can rest on top of the bodies and fire an ion all night long. The photon ion comes from the heat of her body and the bright moonlight. However, her arm is getting tired from holding the heavy hand gun in the air. The lines of Autocrat dogs continue to dash toward their pile of mint green bodies.

Jiffy possesses excellent aim and fires twice, killing each dog on the side of his body while the four dogs guard the front of the mint green pile of humans.

Jumble continues to fire the weapon on the side away from the front line of German Shepherds and her brother Jiffy, missing each Autocrat dog, sometimes. Her eyeballs flick to the movement and as she gasps in shock, stopping the array of ions.

Her boyfriend Prock rests on top of a pile that consists of his parents and fires at each advancing Autocrat dog. A single Bull Pit Terrier guards the three family members while fighting off three or four individual Autocrat dogs. The dog is bleeding, limping on a wounded rear leg.

She screams in alert and panic, staring at her boyfriend. "No! No! No! Prock is in trouble..."

"We're in trouble, Jumble," he continues to fire with a sour frown at each red tinted Autocrat dog.

She screams in worry. "No! Prock is in worser trouble. We're fine over here. We have four great big German Shepherds to protect our pile of mint green bodies. Prock and his parents have only one and the dog's hurt. I'm leaving. I'm helping Prock."

"No! Stay here, Jumble!"

"No!" Jumble swiftly rolls off the pile of mint green bodies while holding onto the earring. She doesn't want to lose her protective photon suit mint green shielding. Then, a set of additional Autocrat dogs will see the helpless pile of family members. She slowly stands upright from the grass and continues to hold onto the crystal stone, scanning each Autocrat dog.

Three columns of red tinted Autocrat dogs dash ahead and ignore a stationary and upright mint green tinted human, like Jumble is invisible. In which, she is fine with that non-violent action. The dogs race ahead toward the rock cliffs in the bright moonlight.

She swallows the bitter bile down a tight throat and then swiftly dashes ahead through a clear pathway a few feet away from her mom and toward a pile of red tinted humans which holds her boyfriend and his parents. She turns to see another line of Autocrat dogs and stops, standing in the place with a worried heart and a sweaty palm. She lifts and then aims the weapon at the front dog with a set of gritted teeth, watching the dog. Three Autocrat dog columns race around a stationary Jumble again like she is invisible and then they run ahead toward the petrified tree forest.

Jumble scans the landscape and sees a clear footpath toward her boyfriend, swiftly dashing ahead a few more feet, stopping with worry. Two separate columns composed of Autocrat dogs dash around Jumble and then race ahead toward the petrified tree forest.

Jumble sees a clear footpath and swiftly runs ahead, colliding into a short pile of red tinted bodies with a worried brow, landing on the back spine of Prock with a deep gasp, resting on her back spine with relief. He and his parents are fine. She presses the earring and modifies her photon suit into the glowing hue of red that matches the protection shield of Prock and his parents.

MUTT friend, Bull Pit Terrier Pickle stands a few feet in front of the red glowing pile of family members and then lowers the head while feeling pain in the leg, growling at the advancing Autocrat dog.

Jumble flips onto her stomach with a gasp and aims her weapon in the air, swiftly firing at the advancing Autocrat dog, killing the dog.

Tall, slender, black-haired Prock leans over and then gently bumps into her body with a worried brow. "Thanks! We're really desperate over here. My mom's dog Plummy is hurt. One of the attacking Autocrats got her in the leg, before she finally killed it. And my dog Phlegm is running with Venus and her gang of doggie misfits which is way, way in front of our mutt lines."

She hugs her boyfriend Prock. "I know. That's why I decided to drop in to help."

The left earring on each Autocrat sounds with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTs, stop firing. Cease fire!"

Jumble gasps in shock and shakes her red tinted curls. "No! What does that mean?"

The left earring on each Autocrat sounds with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTs, suit up your dog into the hue of red, if the dog is fully exposed. Now! Suit up your dog for protection, right now!"

Prock gasps in worry and stares at the back spine of the dog. "I can't."

Jumble exhales. "You must."

He gasps. "I can't. I'm holding onto the earring on my dad with one hand and the other hand holds down my earring. If I release my dad's earring..."

She hisses. "Death comes."

"And my mom hurt her kneecap and can't move. My dad is unconscious, when one of the running Autocrat dogs tried to attack him. His Pit Bull Terrier Paradox slammed into my dad and the Autocrat dog knocking him and that dog down onto the ground. The Auto-crap dog get up and ran away. Paradox ran off, chasing after that dog, probably killing it. But, I don't know. Paradox didn't come back to guard our family unit. Anyways, the pit bull is probably enjoying the kill of more Auto-crap dogs."

Jumble twists side to side with a smile. "I'll do it."

He gasps in fear. "No! Plummy is hurt. You can't touch her. She's afraid and upset. She'll rip off your face, Jumble. I...I guess she's going to..."

"No!" Jumble exhales with fear too. "Look! I know that too, but I have to try. Yeah, she's hurt. But if we're to cease firing all the ions, then she's exposed and then she'll killed by one of the attacking Autocrat dogs. I can't let that happen. She knows me. Her and me and you play together all the time with my dogs and my brothers, when we all walk around the forest property during the daylight hours for fun," she slides down over the heads of his parents, gently easing her body without harming the humans and falls down into a crouch in front of the red tinted pile of bodies.

Plummy stands on three legs with a low growl in worry, pain, and angry while protecting her family members. The other two family companion Pit Bull Terriers had run off to kill more Autocrat dogs.

Jumble holds the earring that continues to color her body in red hue shield and slowly crawls over the wet grass toward the back spine of the Pit Bull Terrier, softly whispering to the canine. "Plummy, stand down! This is Jumble, your friend. Plummy, calm down..."

The ears of the dog possess super sensitive hearing and absorb her human tenor and as Plummy scans the darkness for more Autocrat dogs with a low growl.

Jumble stops with a gasp and crouches over the grass, reaching out, almost touching the back spine on the growling and injured dog.

Plummy spins around with her doggie instinct and then growls at Jumble, seeing the red tinted human, feeling the throbbing pain in her rear hind leg.

Prock continues to rest on top of his unconscious dad and gasps in alarm, yelling at the dog through the red tinted photon suit. The photon suit is only body protection, not noise protection. "Stop, Plummy! Obey me, Plummy! Mom! Mom, tell Plummy to stop growling! Plummy is going to attack Jumble. Mom, wake up and do something!"

His mom softly groans in pain without speaking to her son.

Jumble extends her hand toward the face on the growling dog like a friend with a smile and a soft voice. "Plummy, it's me, Jumble. Remember me, girl? Plummy, it's okay. You're hurt. I'm here to help. Calm down, Plummy!" Her eyeballs pick up the forward movement. A line of Autocrat dogs is running closer to the pile of humans. She doesn't have time for fear. The row of Autocrat will kill the injured dog. She swiftly stands upright and then leaps into the air at the growling dog, landing on top of Plummy. Plummy yelps in pain. Jumble cuddles the dog and reaches over, scratching the pierced earring on the dog. Both mammals glow in red hue. Jumble turns with worry and looks through her red shielding at her family.

On top of the pile, her brother Jeepers stops firing and then rolls over the top of his mother, swiftly standing, pressing his protection shield into red hue. He dashes ahead and collides into his dog Jeepers while whistling the familiar family musical tone. Each dog reaches up and then scratches the earring, glowing in red hue also. A row of Autocrat dogs gracefully leaps over a tight pile of red tinted bodies, consisting of four dogs and a young male, racing through the bright moonlight toward a new pile of green tinted bodies.

Jumble continues to hug on Plummy inside their separate tiny red pile of glowing hue. Plummy feels weak and tired, slowly leaning into her face into the chest of Jumble, smelling the human girly fragrance that Prock usually wears on his body also. The dog closes its third eyelid exhaling in deep breathes, falling asleep in pain.

On top of the grass, rows and rows of running Autocrat dogs leap over each glowing pile of red or green hue and then dash ahead toward the petrified forest of solid rock.

On top of the grass and underneath her son, Prock's mom slowly fights the searing pain and stares at both Jumble and Plummy with a slight smile. They're both safe from the vicious Autocrat dogs. Her pair of eyelids slowly shut close and as his body feels weak and tired, slowly falling into a deep sleep, wiping away the pain.

The left earring on each Autocrat sounds with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTs, all the Autocrat dogs have passed you by. The landscape ahead is clear of any enemy dogs. Release your mutt! Order your mutt to charge, attack, and kill each Autocrat dog behind your butthole," laughing.

Jumble gasps in shock and glances back over a collar bone. She sees the scattered rows of wiggling red tinted tails that represent an Autocrat dog inside its doggie photon suit while feeling both sad and guilty. A proper dog fight should be fought face-to-face. But each Autocrat likes to cheat and offers up a death sentence for each MUTT instead.

Jumble returns the eyeballs and stares down at Plummy releasing the hug and then leans back with a worried brow. Plummy tumbles forward and falls down, landing on her doggie face with a set of soft whimpers, resting over the grass. She's both hurt and tired. Jumble slowly stands upright from the grass while wearing the red hue photon suit and lets the red tinted dog rest down on the ground, spinning around, dashing back to Prock and stops with a gasp. She stands a few inches in front of a pile non-glowing red color.

Her boyfriend Prock leans down and checks the medical condition on each parent with worry. His dad is unconscious. And his mom is asleep with a soft snoring.

Jumble turns with concern to see her family on the other side of the grassy field.

On top of the flat grass, her brave baby brother Jeepers leans over each German Shepherd giving the verbal order. The two German Shepherd breeds Junk and Creepers swiftly spins around and dashes away from Jeepers with a low growl, chasing after the rows of Autocrat dogs with a set of other red tinted mutt dogs for some killing fun.

The other two German Shepherds Jingle and Jumpy stay behind in red hue while protecting their individual wards from an attacking crazy Autocrat dog. Her other brother Jiffy sits upright and leans over, hugging his mom with love and worry.

The left earring on each Autocrat sounds with the tiny voice coming from the War General. "MUTTs, all of our mutt dogs are killing off the rest of the Autocrat dogs. Now, it's time to kill the Autocrat owners. Cut off your colorful and glowing photon suit! It's nighttime now. A human does not possess super eyesight like a dog. Cut off your suit and do not shine in the bright moonlight. Quickly jog ahead and then stop about five feet from ocean shoreline. Fire your photon gun at each autocrat and finish up the battle fight for the night," laughing.

Jumble turns and smiles at the black hair roots on Prock. "Are you coming with me, Prock?"  
He frowns with worry and stares down at his dad. "No! I'll stay right here and watch over both of my parents. They're not conscious. I fear that one of the Autocrat dogs might come back around with hunger pains or crazy animal thoughts. I'm defenseless with an injured canine. Plummy is sound asleep. And Phlegm and Paradox are missing. Naw. They enjoy the killing action as part of their genetic instinct. Go on and get into the fight with the Auto-crap humans! You can tell me about it, tomorrow at our shared breakfast meal."

She nods with a stern face, "All right! I'm going to finish the battle fight, for you, with the other MUTT warriors. My brother Jiffy is watching over my mom and my other brother." Jumble spins around with a sweaty face and dashes ahead with the rest of the MUTTs toward the row of bobbing yachts, working with them to finish the battle fight. Her companion dogs are participating in the killing of each Autocrat dogs.

Within the next hour, the rest of the battle fight swiftly ends with the complete elimination of each Autocrat dog, their Autocrat owner, and the Autocrat boat. And then the group of surviving MUTT humans and their mutt dogs loads into an individual wing-ship, start the engine, and then return back home and as each injured MUTT human or dog on the battle field is quickly assessed to live or die before another sunrise.
CHAPTER TEN

One hour later....

Den (refugee headquarters location)

Marsh setting

(three miles, west, from the mountain peak)

50 degrees Fahrenheit, without rain

and bright twinkling stars and parted clouds of moonlight

21:38:17 hours/minutes/seconds (late evening)

Freckles and Icky had notified the Sheriff and her deputies, where each party had occupied a flat, silver-tinted platoon-like transport with matching railing.

The platoon-like transport is a dark brown wooden open floor design with an enclosed shiny railing that hauls lightweight cargo items, such like, fruits and vegetables, people. A remote control devise operates the engine on the side of the craft.

Two transports slowly lift up and then swiftly leave the comfort of the mountain den. The two machines flew over the vegetable and flower gardens, the grove of short and tall shade trees, and the patches of low-lying plant and wild fruit bushes, following the course of the fresh water river that dumps down into the massive ocean waters. Each transport stops and hovers in front of a watery marsh of yellow and green hue.

Inside the transport, Freckles and Icky stand together and view the dark night and darker march. She frowns. "A marsh is a wetland setting which is found off the edge of a lake or stream that consists of tall grasses, reeds, cattails, and water-born leaf plants. We are going to have trouble finding two teens in four feet high reeds."

"I can't see that," Icky laughs and holds the remote control devise that guides the transport. "Why did the two teens escape in this watery direction? There are miles and miles of reeds in three feet of water, if the set of brightest headlights in the world is working properly."

"The teens are assigned to find the seafood feast. The teens and their companion dogs like to come out here to the marsh and play in the fresh water, before completing their assignments. They bring back the fresh fish, clams, crab legs, oysters, frog legs, and turtles, before the raccoons, opossums, muskrats, beavers, and birds eat them along with some insect bites. It is not easy living outdoors."

The Sheriff stands in the second aircraft and guides a set of super bright front and rear beams rotating down in the marsh reeds and in the night sky while illuminating a pathway.

She is a tall, extremely skinny, mature adult with a short brown tinted with gray strands on her ponytail near the nape of the neck, possessing a pair of green eyes, a tone of wrinkled and dark skin. She wears a set of baggy faded blue jeans overalls that cover her breasts down to the ankles with a pair of sturdy boots. Her waistline is tied with a belt of useful tools, such like, a hammer, a screwdriver, a pair of pliers, a long metal chain, a pair of handcuffs, a piece of long rope, and a pouch of bandages for an emergency. On each side of each leg thigh, an array of deadly hand weapons wiggle side to side, such like, a long hunting knife, a short photon hand gun, a long axe, and a short hatchet for trouble. Her hand cracks a long hand whip into the air, snapping the molecules with a loud sound that scares the flying birds and the crocking frogs.

She owns three dogs, two females and one male. Her dog breed is a Catahoula Cur dog. The dog ancestry is a mixture of dingoes, mastiffs, and Greyhounds breeds. The two females measure 20 inches in height and 70 pounds. The male Catahoula cur is 26 inches in height and 90 pounds, wearing a short coat that is close to the body. The tail is long and whip-like, appearing like an upright "question mark" with a white tip.

Long ago, the Catahoula Cur breed dog had been created to track and drive feral hogs and cattle to the slaughter houses, making the dog's personality very aggressive with their canine work.

The male dog displays a spotted coat of brown, white, and yellow hues with a pair of striking yellow eyes on a brown face.

The female coat is spotted in red merle in various shades of brown, red, and white with a part red and part white colored face, and a pair of cracked glass or marble glass eyeballs. A pair of cracked glass eyeballs is blue-white, where white hue covers most of the retina except for a small slit of blue color, looking scary and spooky.

The other female dog is black spotted with a solid face mask, a pair of green eyes.

A Catahoula breed is wary of strangers but protective of their family members and hold an opinionated view of who is and isn't trustworthy, making the canine an excellent judge of character and a perfect hunter of its prey.

The breed possesses a highly intelligent, energetic, assertive, even-tempered, and friendly doggie personality.

The Sheriff shouts out loud and as her words drift down into the remote control devise while communicating back to Icky and Freckles. "The marsh wetlands setting is a pie-shaped piece of Mother Earth. You steer around the edge, not inside the water, until you hit the ocean waters. I will take the opposite side of the marsh. Holler! If you find the two teens, then I'll send over my two deputies," she laughs with an evil tone. The two teenagers are not going to see the sunrise. The current time is 22:33 pm, which is plenty of time to tied the two troublesome brats and their two bratty dogs onto a post for a midnight roast along with the elderly lady and her lap dog. The Sheriff opposes killing a human down in the marsh or inside the forest or in the river water as that action will pollute the planet and the plants. She points to the craft railing. Each one of her dogs dashes ahead, leaps from the floor, jumping over the railing and then lands down in the wet muddy dirt, sniffing the ground for the prey. Then she slowly glides the transport sideways over the wet ground and surveys the marsh reeds for the hidden two teens.

In the first transport, Icky slowly steers the machine over the wet brown tinted mud watching the rotating lights for a quick motion of a human teen within the high reeds.

Freckles exhales with worry and regrets joining the hunt for the two teens, still standing beside Icky, scanning the lighted ground from the bright lamps on the edge of the transport. She casually speaks from boredom and worry with Icky. "The intellect of the dog has the ability to perceive information and then retain all the data as a set of new doggie knowledge for solving a canine problem. A human is the dumb mammal here," she laughs with Icky. "A dog will learn by inference, inferring something by its eyesight and its neurons. A dog has advanced memory skills and can learn names of numerous tangible objects and also react to a set of numerous verbal commands with over 2,000 individual words. A dog can read and react to the human body language, such as, gestures, finger points, voice commands."

Inside the second transport, the Sheriff hears the comment from the Freckles and laughs out loud as her words echo back into her wrist watch to both Icky and Freckles. "My Catahoula canines are related to the wild dingo. A dingo has been documented to outperform any companion dog with a set of stronger and faster and better problem solving skills as well as a set of deception skills for canine survival. If you want my opinion, a man or a woman has babied their companion dog way too much with sweet love and numerous silly and squeaky red tinted toys and tones of multi-colors within their doggie fur, which has interfered with the dog's natural learning abilities. Thus, the current companion dog can't squat to pee, without its owner permission," she laughs with Icky.

Inside the first slow-moving transport, the two Greyhound dogs, Ibean and Fancy, slowly move around each other while smelling the new wooden deck floor, and then stop, reaching over the edge on transport, sniffing the air and the scent of each tall reed and the stationary aquatic mammal.

Freckles cuddles with Icky and speaks into the remote control devise back at the Sheriff with a sour frown. "That's not true! A dog is one of the oldest domesticated species..."

"...below the goat, the sheep, and the house mouse!" The Sheriff laughs. "It's the fourth domesticated mammal species in the world. That's a real honor there, ain't that right, Ibean?"

Freckles huffs. "Around 30,000 BC, when the mind of the dog came in contact with the human, it offered social companionship, vocal communication, and protection from the predators..."

"Now, the mind of a dog has been shaped by human's personality and behavior patterns..."

"What? What does that mean?" Freckles exhales with a fury. "A human and their dog form a physical and social relationship better than any other species on the planet for centuries. A dog and their owner have the ability to understand and communicate without words but with their doggie behavior, where these innate abilities are not exhibited within another highly intelligent mammal suck like an elephant or an ape. These established social-cognitive skills are continuous seen in young toddlers, who cannot speak with words but communicate only with their hands and their grunts, like a dog. a dog is smart enough to communication with each other and understand a vocal message from a human. The communication behaviors include eye gaze, facial expression, vocalization, body posture, body movements of limbs, and grunt gestures, body scents, pheromones, and tongue tastes."

The Sheriff laughs. "And a big cat, such like a lion or a tiger or a leopard, communicates the exact same way with an eye gaze, a surly facial expression, a pair of loud vocal cords, and a posed large furry body, before it eats your face for breakfast."

Icky scans the areas of light from the row of rotating lamps with a stern face. "Where are your hunting dogs? I can't see them, but I can hear them. Are they still alive out here in the swamps? Are there gators or snakes here in the swamp?"

"No. The swamp doesn't contain snakes or gators that eat the fish and the frogs. My dogs are outstanding tracking hounds. They can track a prey from miles away, like here in the swamp. My dogs track in silence and then bay bark when eye-to-eye contact with their prey. They'll hold the position without attacking the prey, using their dog posture, their eye contact, and a set of lateral shifts around the prey until I arrive to bag the varmint. And a big cat loves the taste of each companion dog, too. You don't know seem to understand the ways regarding the rest of the world, Dr. Freckles."

Icky exhales with annoyance, "Where do you hail from, Sheriff? You are not from here in Authority."

The Sheriff smiles. "Not from here!" She continues to survey the land and the marsh without seeing her set of dogs that do not bay but hunt for the prey. "My Catahoula Cur dogs have a set of webbing between each toe. The webbed four feet allows my dogs to work in marshy areas as well as providing great swimming abilities. I value their unique dog skills and the honor the earlier human hunter-gatherers that recognized the wolf as a pet and a protector. The earlier dog-wolf pet was quick-minded and learned to hunt, herd, pull loads of items, protect, assist and aid its master or mistress, sometimes being the dinner meal, too. Within other worldly places here on the planet, there is a herd of dogs that possess a large head and a hairy body that can kill a jungle tiger on another continent. The canine dog is kept chained up during the day and then the dog is let loose at night guarding the house of their masters."

Freckles frowns. "That's sound barbaric!"

The Sheriff drives the bike with a stern face. "That's the true purpose of a true canine, protection and prey."

Freckles nods. "The true purpose of a canine for a man, woman, and child is to benefit the family and the family's living society. Centuries ago, a dog cleaned up the fire camp by eating all the raw scraps of food. A dog provided warmth with its shabby fur coat on a cold winter's night. A dog alerted the camp to the presence of a predator or a stranger with their acute hearing skills."

The Sheriff laughs. "And a dog has a robust sense of smell which assists in the hunt for food or prisoners."

Freckles puffs with annoyance and shakes both first with fury. "And a dog has greatly improved the survival of mankind. Archeology scientists have discovered that the ancient man depended upon the four-legged mammal hauling important valuables and live bodies as a team of pack dogs, when he and his wife and their children crossed over the land bridges into numerous continents. Then, throughout centuries, the human and the dog bonded..."

"Yeah," The Sheriff laughs. "A dog is used for protection for a peasant man and a play thing for an elite, since the beginning of time. And look how far we've progressed today, ladies and gentlemen and doggies! My part wild dingo dogs are looking for the misplaced prey, not one of your pampered, lazy, genetically engineered canines."

"I resent your implication. A dog used to possess a set of genetic flaws like a human, once a long time ago, before the improvement of modern medical science." Freckles frowns. "Today, a dog acts as a house guardian, a human playmate, and a walking companion. A dog offers the emotional support making the human both safe and comfortable within their private and personal work environment. A dog shapes the family and the home with their love and their routines..."

"....and their fangs, Dr. Freckles!" The Sheriff laughs.

Icky covers the wrist watch with a smile. "I do believe that the Sheriff is winning the debate, honey."

Freckles yanks her arm from the warm hand on Icy, saying with a sneer. "This is a not a debate. I'm serious about the dog's role within our society, our Authority. The role of a pet dog has modified greatly from a dog living outside in a dog house to living inside with their owner. There are numerous of services and merchandise there inside Authority that makes the dog feel special and welcome into any family household, such like, doggie perfumes, couture, furniture and housing. There are dog groomers, dog therapies, dog cafes, dog spas, dog park, dog hotels, and dog graveyards."

The Sheriff laughs. "A dog should act like a dog. A dog barks, drools, jumps in the air, digs holes in the dirt, rolls in any animal's shit pile near its nose holes, fights other animals, and finally urines on any and every tree stump or plant vine."

" Everyone man, woman, and child describe their personal dog as a companion family member, not a pet, making each family member and every companion dog appear like a wolf pack, since the wolf is the true cousin of the canine dog. A dog is part of the family, like a sister or brother, that interacts in the family life. The master not just walks but talks to the dog engaging in family activities that involve their new family member. And I can't live, without my dog," Freckles smiles.

"A dog lives to work for man or it starves to death and then dies, without its owner human. A domesticated dog cannot fend off a predator or capture its own food. A feline cat eats live prey like a rat or a rodent or a bird for food and then carries on living for another day while finding food to consume, not a dog. A companion dog eats from the packaged food tray coming from its working owner in the luxury of the air-conditioned home during the summertime and the heated home during the wintertime. Have you ever assessed the real role of the real canine, without the benefit of society or society folks, Dr. Freckles?"

"A dog has lived and working with the human race, since 30,000 B.C., where the canine participated in herding livestock, hunting animal, rodent control, guarding residential houses and castles, helping fishermen with nets, pulling carts of merchandise, acting as guide, hearing, and therapy dogs for a human. Overall, the dog has earned the nickname, man's best friend."

The Sheriff continues to steer the bike and scan each lighted area without hearing the bay of the dogs. "Where is that dog located today?"

"What!" Freckles huffs. "A companion dog has been documented and then proven to enhance a man or a woman's physical health and also provides a calmer psychological well-being for the human to live a long, long life, until one hundred years old and one day."

"Not really! A man or a woman had altered their DNA cells to live longer, eat more food, and exercise less, since birth, as a newborn baby. If these altered DNA cells had not been scientifically altered by the scientists in Authority, then more Authority men and women would rapidly die and leave from this planet ascending up or descending down someplace else, if you believe in that stuff. The health of an individual is still directly associated with their gross eating habits and their normal socializing activities with their family and friends, not a companion dog." The Sheriff smiles. "A dog eats and then sleeps and then pees like the mammal did in the year 30,000 BC, which also has been recorded and documented in World History."

Icky continues to steer with a smile and scans the lighted areas around the marsh. "I do believe that the Sheriff has a good point, Freckles."

Freckles frowns. "And I have a better point to debate. About 200 years ago, within the continent of Authority, the practice of pairing the first puppy with the first baby had occurred. The first paired puppy-baby grew into a mature dog and adult, who showed significant...extraordinary improvement in both mental and physical health when that first human was compared to other adults that didn't own a pet. After that wonderful scientific experience, each baby human was paired with a baby puppy resulting in less hospital stays for illness, less physician visits for aliments, almost no medication prescriptions for pain, a reduced rate of cardiovascular disease, and no more mental illness complains. The paired young dog and young child did not miss school, increased exercise, and presented a happy mental mind and physical body. And the companion pet was also happy and healthier. There, you got a twofer," she exhales. "Finally, the first experimental paired puppy dog and human baby was so successful that society demanded a pairing at the birth of each human baby, exhibiting positive effects on human health and behavior."

Icky frowns. "And what is the effects of health and behavior on the dog?"

"A dog dies, when its DNA dies. Period!" The Sheriff laughs.

Freckles gasps in puzzlement. "What! That does make any sense. The human and the dog have shown and proven to display tender and loving long-term relationship that leads to long-term years of age, like one hundred years old. Now days, through genetically modification, a dog and its owner, since birth will live for a very, very, long, long time together until their deaths, which occur at the same time."

The Sheriff continues to slowly steer the platoon transport over the dark marsh while waiting on her team of dogs to find the two runaway teens. "However, a man will die, when his altered DNA genes can no longer be altered by science or you, Dr. Freckles."

Freckles gasps. "What does that mean?"

"I can't explain my medical or scientific statement, but there is some type of mental, medical or magical connection between a dog and its owner. I just haven't figured it out."

Freckles nods with a smile. "I just told you, ma'am."

"Then, why is each mutt dog acting brave or chicken? I have witnessed that doggie trait of fight or flee in every single battle fight. Some of the mutt dogs shiver and shake so bad that they don't fight in the battle fight. The other mutt dogs are so bold and brave, ripping to death an Auto-crap dog and its Auto-crap owner in plain sight like a wild hunger gray wolf. Where did that inbred canine flee or fight instinct come from? Initially, the flee or flight instinct came from the gray wolf passing the inherited gene down to the wild dog, who is its first cousin. However, you have just mentioned that modern science has bred out that doggie trait of flee or fight instincts from all the existing canine breeds."

"I..." Freckles gasps and then exhales with frustration while debating with the smart female. "I don't understand your question."

Icky reaches over and squeezes her hand, feeling annoyance and frustration with his girlfriend and the mature female. "Are we getting close to the teens?"

Freckles stops with a girly huff and leans over with a whisper. "I hate that woman."

"She's good at her job. She found the two teens."

Freckles sneers. "What's the point, Icky? The two teens have been sentenced to death. They can dead here, instead on top of the mountain."

He frowns. "Yeah, and a rabid dog will always die of rabies. There still isn't a cure for rampant rabies for either a human or a dog."

She snarls. "You are missing my point, sir."

The Sheriff says. "A domesticated dog has been used for human companion and psychology mental therapy, since the beginning of time. Go and ask a dead cave woman! It's the past, present, and future medical scientists that are the dummies here."

"What's that supposed to mean, Sheriff?"

"A dog is a dog. A man is a man. Neither, mammal lives foreverly. Someone or something or some place will always kill the dog. Then, the man will get weak and fragile, losing their mental mind and finally dying in fright or depression. Go and ask a dead woman!" The Sheriff laughs into the remote control devise.

Inside the first floating platoon-shaped transport, Freckles shakes her curls and tosses off the vile words coming from the angry Sheriff, turning with a smile to the nose profile on her boyfriend Icky. She only wants a private conversation with Icky, not the Sheriff, "A canine dog can detect a single individual stinky or sweet or tangy or bitter odor in one part-per-trillion as the olfactory cortex inside its brain is forty times larger than mine or yours. A dog possesses 300 million odor receptors in their nose. A human has five million. A dog doesn't have to be trained to detect a foul odor or a genetic disease, since the introduction of the dog, the domesticated canine has been tracking down and then leaping over each stinky dookie pile coming from the tall and ugly dino while the caveman plants a naked foot in the shit," she giggles with Icky.

"Cavemen and the dinosaurs didn't live in the same time period, Doc." The Sheriff smiles.

Freckles fumes in angry, when Icky leans over and cuddles Freckles with love. He smiles with a whisper, "A dog showers guidance, protection, loyalty, fidelity, faithfulness, watchfulness, and love to its owner, like me."

The gang of dogs start baying in the far distance across the marsh waters at its new prey.

Inside the first floating platoon-transport, Icky stands upright with a gasp and quickly steers the craft across the marsh, heading to the opposite side of the water. "Good! We found the teens and we're really close to the pick-up point."

Several feet from the marshy waters, the two transports halt and then hover over the low land of dry brown tinted dirt and sits diagonally from a grove of tall shade trees. Her trio of Catahoula Cur dogs has surrounded a low-standing brown colored shade tree with an abundant amount of extending tree limbs, creating a pretty over story of hanging leaves that glitters in the moonlight.

Inside the first platoon-type transport, the Sheriff reaches down and presses a button on the remote control devise. One of the bigger lamps tilts up from edge on the circular deck platform and then scans the stationary shade tree as the three dogs continue to stand on their hind legs and then howl at each prey, the two teens. The bright lamp beam finds a face of one teen among the tree limbs. The Sheriff waves a hand with a loud voice at the exposed teen. "Look, two! Come on down now from that tree! You can't stay all here all night inside the marsh. The marsh contains..."

In the second transport, Greyhound Ibean dashes ahead on top of the flat platform and then slides into a stop near the edge with its doggie curiosity, leaning over the railing, studying the tree and the two teens, without barking.

One of the lighter weight female Catahoula breed dogs drops down from the tree trunk and then spins around with a set of exposed fangs, lowering the head, growling at Ibean.

The Sheriff continues hover in the same spot and watches the male teen with a stern face, saying back to Icky. "Best, you get your dog away from my blue merle. She is named Muffin. She doesn't like other dogs, especially a male. She can smell his stinky scent."

"Ibean, come back here, right now!" Icky yells beside Freckles. Ibean slowly back steps with his own doggie growl at the female bitch and then stands behind the leg of Icky, looking scared and wet, still softly growling at the trio of strange dogs.

On top of the dirt, the female Catahoula Muffin spins back around and then stands up on the hind legs, reaching up into the tree limbs, growling at the two teens again.

The Sheriff exhales and then shouts out loud to the teens. "Look. Boy and girl, you are located near the marsh. A marsh is plot of land that is filled with water. This marsh lies at the edge of the fresh water lake. A marshland forms a transition watery barrier between the ecosystems of an ocean and the fresh water lake by Mother Nature, not the Autocrats," she laughs with Icky. Freckles slaps the arm of Icky with a soft snarl. Icky clears a throat with a smile in the moonlight.

The Sheriff continues her lecture to the two teens with a stern face. "The landscape is a set of very tall grass which is called reeds. The reeds are yellow tinted. The mud is red tinted. The water is blue tinted. The marsh provides a habitat for plants, animals, and insects that can adapt and live in the flooded waters, such like, birds, fishes, dragonflies, frogs, and salamanders. You can stay out here all night, in which, I don't care. But you can't drink the water in swamp. A marsh is also a stink hole that absorbs all the pollutants and poisons that flow-in from the ocean waters, draining through the swamp, coming out into that fresh water pond that about two miles north from here. So, you can't survive more than a few days, without water."

The teen brother yells out loud to the adult MUTTs. "My real name is Rouen."

The teen and his sister have refused to select a new nickname and also refused to join a work group, working inside the Den hideout. Then, the pair has been causing a set of bloody fist fights with the older teens and hollering an array of vile names at the younger children, which is both unacceptable and against all the Den rules. The pair had been counseled after the first and then second incident without a reformed teenly behavior pattern. Now, this action involves a third counseling time.

One hour ago, inside one of the cave rooms, during the counselor meeting, the two teen troublemakers had been seated together inside an inner circle of cold rock material in the nude. Each trouble maker had been not allowed to bring inside the meeting a weapon or a piece of clothing. The lack of body clothes on the troublemaker ensured that a weapon of death was not hidden inside a boot heel or a side pocket or an arm sleeve which could cause damage to one of the adult MUTTs.

And each teen had exhibited a series of tiny self-inflicted wound cuts with a personal pocket knife. Some of the facial and arm cuts were new. Some of the cuts were old and healing with a pink scab.

A troublemaker is never allowed to venture away from the Den and into the wilderness for any reason, but only a selfish death act of defiance during an escape run. The mountain wilderness has never been charted for land inspection or animal documentation, only plotting to the nearest blueberry bushes and fruit trees for each homemade pie for a nightly dessert.

One hour later, at 22:40:05 pm, the face of Rouen shines from the bright lamp light on the edge of the platoon transport and still exhibits a series of horizontal healing pink tinted cuts coming from his personal pocket knife that had been confiscated by Groovy and her counselor team. However, his naked body on the three tree branch is covered in a set of sticky individual tree leaves and a set of yellow tinted rope vines that hold a set of larger tree leaves covering all the private parts on the teen.

"Yeah, we will!" Rouen yells out loud with a sneer into the bright light, not seeing the Sheriff but hearing her words. "I'm heard of you, Sheriff, and your vicious pack of dogs. Go away! We'll survive okay out here in the wilderness. We're not going back to the mountain. We don't like the cold mountain and the MUTTs and you. Get outta of here and leave us alone!"

Inside the transport, she smiles. "Okay, then! But I must warn you that a swamp frog here in the marsh is poisonous..."

"No!" Rouen shouts again. "We ain't scared of no poisonous frogs, dogs, or you. We got protection here," he teen lifts up the wrist watch near a smile and then fires a tiny photon bean from the face, sending down an array in bright blue hue at the dirt, spitting up the particles into the air. "Get away from us!" Each Catahoula Cur dog quickly dances around the tree trunk with the two teens with their dog guard heightened, watching for anymore hand movements.

In the second transport, Freckles stands with Icky and stares into the tree with a sour frown. "This is useless. We should leave them up there. The Sheriff is correct. There are tons of poisonous frogs and salamanders here in their home environment too. The frog poison doesn't kill, but greatly irritates the exterior human skin. When a group of naughty teens come out here for some evening fun, some of the least experienced teens encounter a frog or a salamander. Then, I have to treat the whiny teen."

Icky softly whines with amusement. "Naw! I wanna stay and see what happens to the two teens."

The Sheriff smiles with a nod. "Well now, I'm highly impressed with your cute little photon weapon on your wrist watch, boy. Did that birthday present come from your mommy or your daddy?"

Rouen yells and shouts around tiny blue tinted photon bean in the water. "Go away! I'll hurt your dogs."

The Sheriff nods. "However, I can also say with unclouded certainty that my trio of dogs are not impressed. Come on down from the tree limbs, now, teens!"

On top of the third tree branch, Rouen shouts out loud with a sneer. "No! Get away from us!"

Icky shouts out loud. "We captured your set of companion dogs. We'll punish your companion dogs, if you do not come down from outta of the marsh tree."

"Go ahead and punish the dogs! They're just a couple of mutts like you and you and you, not us," the female teen sits on top of the three tree branch with her brother and laughs out loud with a smirk.

Freckles gasps in annoyance and stares at the tree without seeing the face of each teen. "These children are both immature and irresponsible."

The Sheriff exhales with a frustration. "Do you really want to capture back the two teens, Icky?"

Icky really doesn't want the presence of the two teens back at the DEN campus. However, that is not his decision, it is his duty as one of the MUTT leaders. He growls. "Yes, I really do."

The Sheriff exhales with a sour frown and then yells out loud. "Okay! Go and get them, kids!"

Muffin wears a blue and white colored merle fur coat and drops down from the tree trunk onto the dirt, back stepping from the tree trunk, spinning around and scans the next tree with her doggie intelligence. There is a row of four tall shade trees that have been intertwined and twisted together making an ugly forest on the edge of the marsh, before the woodlands that leads toward the fresh water pond. The dog turns and dashes toward the side tree, roaming around the root system through the shallow water with her pair of acute cracked glass eyeballs in the moonlight.

On the third thick and sturdy tree limb, Rouen squats down over the thick bark and hugs his sister, trying to disguise their shred location from the Sheriff. The teen male had heard rumors about the Sheriff and her three deputy dogs, but he didn't believe them, until now.

The Sheriff is usually called into the DEN to find a missing teen or young child. Her set of tracking dogs are very good and always finds the lost soul.

On the tree branch, Rouen looks down with an obnoxious laugh and spies on Muffin. "Is that dog lost or something? It's barking up the wrong tree," he chuckles with sister.

The second female Catahoula dog is named Red. She drops down from the bark and then spins around from the tree, scanning the other side of the targeted tree that holds the twin prey. She stomps around through the dirt and targets the side tree, roaming around the exposed tree roots with her doggie curiosity.

The male Catahoula dog continues to stand and leans both front paws onto the wet tree trunk, loudly baying at the twin prey, while his two litter mates work on the next step of the hunt.

On top of fourth tree branch, Rouen stares down with a smile at each female dog. "Now, both of the dogs are getting wet and lost in the marshes. The water is sorta deep also. It came up to my waistline and I'm a tall and brave lad. You better hurry, ma'am! Or your trio of dogs are going to get lost in the dark," he laughs with his sister. Each illuminated lamp on each transport points at the primary tree, but a set of side lighted beams show the action with the two female dogs in the water. Rouen frowns down the two dog's performance. "The marsh looks pretty deep over. How did the pack dogs maneuver through the waistline deep water? My dog can swim, but not that far. We've traversed over a mile from dry weeds of land back yonder through the marsh to this place. Are your dogs tired? Yeah, then they drown and die," he laughs with his sister.

Freckles reaches down with a smile and pats the soft bone skull on her dog Fancy to reassure her companion, that everything is alright. She slowly stands upright and smiles at the third tree branch with the twins. "A Catahoula Cur dog breed possesses a set of webbed toes like a pond fish. They can work in both swamps and marshes, gliding through the water like a fish with ease, reaching the prey with speed also."

Muffin, the blue and white colored merle squats down on top of exposed tree roots in the shallow water and then jumps into the air, extending the front legs forward toward the bark on the tree trunk, missing the lowest tree limb. She falls back down on the dirt with a soft thump and a soft growl of disappointment, staring up at the lowest tree limb.

On the third tree limb, in the primary tree, the light brown-haired, brown-eyed Rouen jabs a finger and laughs down at Muffin. "Your dog's crazy, woman! It thinks it's a kitty cat without feline claws or something other type of climbing mammal, like a squirrel," he laughs with his sister.

In the second platoon transport, Icky points at the dog with a gasp. "That...that dog is trying to climb that shade tree with tree bark, like a feline cat with claws. That's impossible! The tree trunk is only tree bark, which is fifteen feet up from the ground heading straight towards the lowest limb of empty space, not tree branches or a step ladder. What's wrong with your dog, Sheriff?"

On the third tree limb, beside her brother, the dark brown-haired, brown-eyed sister smiles and as her face shines from the bright lamp lights on the edge of the transport and still exhibits a series of horizontal healing pink tinted cuts coming from her personal pocket knife that had been confiscated by Groovy and her counselor team too. Her naked body is covered in a set of sticky individual tree leaves and a set of yellow tinted rope vines that hold a set of larger tree leaves covering all the private parts on the female teen also. The nameless sister laughs and then grins down at Muffin. "Come here to me, kitty, kitty! That dumb dog is so stupid. It's not a cat, it's a mutt dog," she laughs with her brother.

The blue and white tinted merle Catahoula Cur breed dog Muffin exhales with a puff of sour breath and then squats back down on top of the dirt, jumping into the air from the spring of her two hind legs and then lands on the side of the upright tree, parking her sideways doggie body ten feet in the air. She actually hangs on the tree bark with both front legs and the front paws of sharp toes hugging the trunk like a feline cat. Her two hind legs are crouched, clinging to the tree trunk with both the legs and the back paws of sharp toes. Then, she slowly climbs up with her legs and paws of toes sideways up the tree bark toward the lowest tree branch with puffs of heavy breaths.

In the second transport, Icky points at the dog with a gasp. "That...that dog is climbing that tree. That tree grows straight up from the soil at fifteen feet high. How's that possible?"

On the third tree limb, on the primary tree, Rouen gasps. "What is that dog doing to the tree?"

The red, brown, and white tinted female Catahoula Cur breed dog is named Red. She stops and then stands on the exterior side of the other tree between the primary tree that hold the teens, looking up at the lowest tree limb, producing a soft bark of approval. She squats down in the dirt on top of the exposed tree roots and then leaps in the air from her powerful hind legs, flying fifteen feet up from the ground and then hugs the side on new tree with a low growl. Her front legs are extended with the sharp toes in the tree bark. Her hind legs are in a crouched pose holding the weight of her doggie body. Then, she slowly climbs up on each leg using each one of her paws of toes, crossing sideways up the tree bark, heading toward the lowest tree branch with puffs of heavy breaths.

In the second transport, Icky jabs a finger with a laugh at Red. "Look at that red colored dog! That dog has jumped up from the dirt ground, in the air, and now clings sideways onto the side of the tree bark, like a dang feline cat. I don't believe it."

The Sheriff smiles at each one of her skillful dogs. "A Catahoula Cur dog breed is a tree climbing dog. The breed has been nicknamed, a cat-dog. The cat-dog is possesses some of type of intuitive innate behavior and a sixth sense which helps the breed in their ability to climb up the tree bark like a cat. A cat-dog actually uses its webbed paws and strong legs to actually drill the toes into the tree bark and climb up any tree. They like it. This event is fun to for them," she laughs with an evil tone at the two dumb teens.

On the third tree branch, the female teen stares down with a gasp at the two female dogs. "That's not possible! A dog can't climb onto a tree bark, only a feline cat does that." The male Catahoula Cur wears a black, white and yellow colored coat with a set of yellow glowing eyes, like a rabid dog, and squats down in the dirt soil, leaping fifteen feet in the air, clinging onto the side of the tree bark, like its two litter mates. The two teens on top of the tree limb turn and then look down with a gasp at the climbing skill on the male dog, without speaking, screaming, but gasping in fear.

"Old Yellow, that's my male dog's name," The Sheriff continued to stand on top of the platform on the first transport, laughing out loud with an evil tone. "Look out, ya'll! He is coming up to see each one of you with his personal doggie invitation. Go and get them, Old Yellow! And look out, Muffin had reached the first limb and is climbed up onto the second limb coming to the teen party also. Muffin is my baby girl, who is still learning to climb a tree. Red, she has climbed up the third tree branch and is coming to the doggie party also. Watch out, teens!"

On top of the tree branch, Rouen cuddles with his sister and grins in the spotlight without seeing the MUTT adults. "Our photon field is heavily electrified in the hue of pink coming from our combined body heat and the bright moonlight rays that carry a very deadly stinging charge. Maybe, the trio of dogs can climb a tree and walk over a set of branches. But they won't be able to come through our pink tinted photon field. So, we win, old woman! Go and get outta of here, right now, before I hurt one of your stupid dogs, Sheriff," he growls with angry, fear, and revenge at each MUTT.

Old Yellow finishes its personal climbing maneuver up the tree bark and then stops, standing on its four paws on top of a semi-round, thick first branch examining the strength of the limb and then slowly stands upright on its two hind legs. The dog reaches out and slowly climbs further up the tall tree bark with its paw of toes, landing down on top of the second tree branch, and then repeats its climbing maneuver. The dog slowly climbs up towards the third tree branch and produces a soft growl at its twin prey.

At the same time, Muffin is climbing over the fourth branch and slowly walks toward the set of huddled teens while guarding the prey from escaping above the third tree branch on the tall shade tree.

Red is climbing on top of the second shade tree branch that twists onto the primary tree, where the huddled teens continue to squat and sneer at each dog. She is going to guard the lower tree branches while working with her two litter mates for the prey hunt.

The male Catahoula Cur dog climbs onto the third tree branch and then slowly walks across the top of the smooth bark toward the two teens and then stops, sneering at its prey.

The Sheriff laughs out loud at her trio of dogs, "Get them, Old Yellow!"

Old Yellow rushes ahead with a loud bark busting through the pink-tinted photon suit, like it was a pink colored ghost, sliding over the tree branch, reaching out, and grabs the arm on the male teen, not really sinking its fangs down into the soft flesh and hard bone. But the dog holds onto the naked arm, so the human male cannot sting either one of his two litter mates with that human photon ray devise.

Rouen screams in terror coming from the pretend pain as the dog mouth drools over the naked arm. Each teen sits on top of the tree branch in fear and horror. He screams. "Get it off! Let go of my arm, dog! The dog is killing me. The dog is murdering me. Get away from me, dog!"

In front of the marshy waters, above the rough plot of dirt, the Sheriff continues to stand on top of the first transport deck with a smirk and steers the remote control devise, lifting the vehicle up towards the third tree branch even with her dogs and the two teens, pressing a button. One side on the platoon-type transport slides open a horizontal panel and then shoots out a single flat board for the two prisoner teens. She laughs and stares at the two teens, "You are more stupider than that dumb tree branch that seats on your bony butthole, boy. A strong-willed breed dog ignores all verbal warnings and electric jolts of powerful electricity, overcoming any obstacle to get what it wants. And Old Yellow wants you, son! Now, each one gets down from that tree branch! Move it now! Climb out from the tree limb and land down on the extended board! Then sit down on top of the board for the short ride back to the DEN campus for some rest and sleep. Release that stupid teen, Old Yellow! Jump down from the tree, girls!"

Old Yellow opens its mouth and exposes its fangs, producing a growl, slowly back stepping from the male and then releases the undamaged arm on the teen. The male cuddles his arm into his chest, saying with sobs and rolling tears in terror and fright. "My arm's broken."

The Sheriff laughs, "Naw! Your naked forearm inside the mouth of Old Yellow is fine, but I can order Old Yellow to break it in half and then show you both the bone and the blood, if you really want that," she laughs and then sneers at the teens. "Get down from the tree branches, now, teens! Come on and get down, girls! You've done your job for the night," she slowly whistles her unique air pattern.

The male Catahoula Cur god spins around from the teens and walks over the tree branch, finding the right spot, carefully climbing down onto the second tree branch, working down to the tree bark, landing back down on top of the dirt.

Muffin back steps from the teens and then spins around, carefully finding the right spot, working her way back down the tree trunk bark, landing down on top of the soil ground also.

Red back steps from the teens and then spins around, working her way down the tree bark, jumping down onto the soil. The trio of dogs spin around and looks up, staring at the two teens, softly growling in harmony.

In the tree, on top of the third tree branch, Rouen releases his sister and then drops a pair of naked feet down onto the second tree branch, hanging onto the limb with both of his hands and his two strong biceps for body support. He slowly falls down to the first tree branch and then hangs over the water, releasing the limb, falling down onto the flat board and still whines with sobs of pretend pain on his naked arm. Some of the loose tree leaves fall off his naked body. The set of yellow tinted vines still hold the group of larger leaves in all the right places.

The teen female follows her brother from the third tree branch and then drops down onto the same flat board, landing on top of him, sobbing with her own tears. On her naked body, some of the tiny tree leaves drop down onto the dirt. Overall, her set of yellow tinted vines still hold the larger leaves in place protecting her private parts.

Then, both the teens cuddle each other while wailing and sobbing with tears of worry.

"Back off, kids!" The Sheriff steers the remote control device dipping one side of the platoon transport down towards the three dogs. "Jump up, Old Yellow!" The male dog jumps from the dirt and then leaps in the air, skidding to halt beside its mistress, standing upright, growling at the teen male. "Jump onto the platform, Muffin and Red!" The two female dogs leap up from the dirt and then soar through the air, landing on top of the platform, standing beside their mistress while sneering at the teen female. The Sheriff reaches down with a stern face and presses a new button. A curved dome covers the top of her hair roots down toward each platform edge, protecting the three dogs, the two teens, and the Sheriff. "We're done here! Now, we're off to the DEN!" She taps on the remote control devise and slowly lifts the platoon transport away from the tree and hovers above each tree top, swiftly flying forward back towards the DEN campus in silence.

In the first platoon transport, Icky copies the Sheriff and quickly flies several feet behind the first transports. Ibean and Fancy feel the rough ride through the air waves and rest on top of the platform, wiggling a tail at each other with their new happy adventure.

Freckles leans into the shoulder of Icky and wears a stern face and a heavy heart, regarding the two found teenagers. "We should've let them try to survive in the wilderness."

Icky exhales with a stern face. "The wilderness forest would have worked fine by me. However, if the two teens had been killed here in the marshes, then their set of spilled blood, broken bones, and ripped tissues would contaminate the ecosystem here. The Sheriff is correct. The marsh captures pollutants and poisons that come only from the ocean water, not a pair of stinky decaying human bodies. If the marsh becomes contaminated with human waste, then the fresh pond water will become the same. We depend on the fresh pond as our primary source of fresh drinking water. This is why a Packer is immediately found guilty and then dies on a colorful tree stick on top of the mountain peak at midnight for illegally traversing through this wet pathway towards the fresh water. We must survive, too, Freckles. I wanna survive, too."

She exhales with a heavy heart and stares at the rear skull of each teen with a set of moist eyeballs. "I want this War to end, too."

Fancy looks up from a silly Ibean with a heavy heart and sees the worried face on her mistress. Ibean leans over and then gently nips her ear flap with his doggie play. Fancy swings a happy smile and wiggles her tail at her boyfriend Ibean with the fun adventure in the late evening.

The two platoon transports glow in silver tint coming from the flood of moonlight rays on the slick metal and race back to the mountain peak at the Den campus, preparing for the upcoming punishment ritual on the two mischievous and rebellious teens.

One hour later....

Mountain peak location

Dark gray limestone rock and 90 feet high waterfall

56 degrees Fahrenheit and bright moonlight and stars

22:31:58 hours/minutes/seconds (late evening)

The flat mountain peak glows in dark twinkles from the bright moonlight rays sliding over the naturally smooth surface, which had been made by Mother Nature, not the MUTTs. The surface was empty, without rows of man-made wing-ships, mutt dogs, and human MUTTs.

Each wing-ship is still located at the battle sight for the nightly war, due to the Autocrats, not the MUTTs. The fleet of wing-ships and the surviving group of MUTTs will return long after the midnight hour. Usually, the entire bloody battle scene takes one hour or less.

The landscape below the Den home is painted in a dull array of rainbow colors, marking each budding vegetable garden, growing flower garden, and an individual set of tan colored hiking pathways that leads into the dark, dense, and lush green colored forest for food or the short rows of light green bushes toward the marsh for fun.

The first platoon transport swiftly glides through the cold dark night sky below a set of scattered white clouds that covers some of the brighter stars, heading toward the ninety foot falling waterfall. The falling water glistens in a set of semi-precious gem stones when each moonlight rays hit the cascading liquid, dropping down into a lagoon. The lagoon curves and then winds around the semi-flat land, arriving at a gigantic fresh water pond.

The first transport lands on the mountain peak with a smooth thump. The Sheriff reaches over and presses a series of buttons while mentally wishing to end this terrible evening. The glass dome lifts up from the edge of the platform and then exposes the cool mountain air on the wet cheekbones of each prisoner teen. The three dogs jump off the platform, without a verbal command, and then stand on top of the mountain rock while growling at each prisoner. The Sheriff taps the remote control device, kills the engine, and then stores the control on the floor for the next cargo run. "Old Yellow, you lead and take the two teens to the room! Teens, get off and follow behind Old Yellow! He'll take walk back into the Den."

Rouen slides off the platform and then stands upright on top of the hard surface, straightening up each gigantic tree leaf over the right body part with a soft sneer, waiting on his sister. His arm is not hurt but dirty from the nasty mouth salvia coming from the Catahoula Cur breed dog. When he escapes for a second time, Rouen is going to be ready that dog, this time.

Rouen had heard the rumors about a punishment ritual coming from a couple of teens, but the teens didn't really know any of the factual details, only bits and pieces of any true punishment room or wall corner.

Tonight, he is going to find out and then report back to all of the teens regarding this mysterious, weird, and silly punishment ritual.

His sister drops off the other wet deck of the platform in silence and then dashes again while straightening out her set of gigantic leaves also and then stops, standing beside her brother. They huddle together and softly whisper with the new plan of action.

Old Yellow spins around and then leads the prisoners over the hard surface towards a flush set of rock stairs that hides a large internal room within the Den campus. The two teens slowly follow behind the question-mark-shaped tail on Old Yellow while giggling at the silly shape on the stupid canine.

In the night sky, the second platoon transport slows its speed and glides underneath the bright stars, above the landscape, over the waterfall, and then lands on the far side of the flat surface. Pilot Icky does not want the other MUTTs to suspect or realize that there is another set of prisoners, who will be getting punished, this evening, also. He reaches down and presses the button. The curved glass dome lifts up in the air and then halts, readying for the next pilot and passenger.

The two Greyhound breeds Ibean and Fancy jump down from the platform, running ahead toward the hidden steps, bouncing into each other with fun. Then, they disappear down the staircase and move towards the seventh floor level. The two dogs have witnessed this procedure numerous times before, without participating in the death action.

On the top of the platform, Icky kills the engine and then slowly climbs down from the platform, spinning around, extending both of his arms to Freckles. She falls down from the platform into his open arms, wearing a sad face, in silence. They stand together on top of the hard surface for a few seconds and then slowly spin around to face the hidden entrance hold while scanning the pretty landscape, in silence, carrying a heavy heart and a worried brow.

The flat peak of 800 feet in height represents the end of a massive mountain range, that is surrounded by a flat green tinted valley of flat bushes and colorful wildflower and a ninety foot waterfall on one side with a vast wilderness of thick trees, plants, animals, birds, and flowers on the other side.

The thick dark forest blends down into each dark side of the mountain making the valley appear like a solid sheet of black colored smooth ice with individual tall sticks of green tall tree tops jutting out from the darkness like a horror movie.

In the far distance, each extremely tall mountain peak lifts up and then hides inside a set of floating clouds that blend with the individual snowy peak.

Freckles hears a flood of faint screams from each wild animal that chases each other for food or runs from one of the hunter scout teams that will provide fresh meat for the breakfast meal. Then she halts with a gasp and stares at the northern side on the mountain flat, seeing a row of three individual thick green tinted tree limbs.

Each tree limb has been shoved down into a ten-inch hole which had been drilled down into the hard rock. Each tree limb represents the three individual persons that have been sentenced to death by the MUTT leaders for the punishment crime.

The MUTTs are a small band of surviving natives plus their individual companion dog escaping from the upper portion of Authority as the Autocrats have declared a MUTT, the number enemy of the people for some strange reason.

Icky stares at the row of three individual of tree limbs with a heavy heart and a stern face.

There is a punishment crew that sets up the individual tree limbs on top of the mountain peak and collects all the loose tree leaves, ropes of plant vine, and a few colored wildflowers that act like a wreath for the upcoming dead bodies which burn underneath the night sky.

He slowly spins Freckles around to face the other edge with the lovely waterfall and feels the rumbling force of Mother Nature and as the mountain rock slightly growls into his eardrums and then his feet slightly shift side to side over the hard surface. He slowly moves ahead with Freckles toward the man-made hole that hides a rock-covered staircase, which is the only method of entering or exiting the mountain peak within the Den.

Freckles bites her bottom lip and holds her breath without sobbing her set of tears for the three upcoming deaths. She completely disagrees with the punishment, not the crime.

She and Icky slowly move down each step and then turn to face a new floor level, the eleventh floor level.

The eleventh floor level extends three feet from the bottom step of the rock-covered staircase into a solid wall of rock. Icky and Freckles stop and stand together in front of the solid wall. He reaches up and presses an individual man-made hole with his three finger pads at the same time. The set of mechanic gears, not magical loudly rumble and then slowly slides a hidden rock-coated door sideways, revealing a new room.

The new room is the same width as the solid rock wall with a series of individual rooms on the rear wall that has been closed off with a multi-colored thin curtain made of colorful patches of fabric which is nailed into the rock. On each side rock-covered wall, a column of MUTTs leans against the wall staring down at a wrist watch face, playing with one of the electronic games in silence, sometimes with chuckles.

Three individuals stand in a single row in front of the open archway and the row of tiny rooms consisting of the elderly Autocrat lady, who does nothing but eats and then bosses all of the other MUTTs around the Den, and the pair of vine-and-leaf-covered brother and sister teens, who cuddle with a set of smirks and soft whispers while staring down at the floor.

The Sheriff stands to the side and leans against the rock wall, that is devoid of decorations or wooden shelves. Her excellent tracking services are not needed anymore, only her three talented Catahoula Cur breed dogs. She plays on a solitary electronic game on her individual wrist watch waiting on Icky.

Icky and Freckles enter the new room and then stop, staring at a row of three souls in silence.

Muffin and Red guard the female teen, who stands and then fidgets with the wet tree leaves over the private parts of her body. Old Yellow stands as a guard dog in front of the male teenager, who copies his sister, re-arranging all the gigantic tree leaves over his body parts also.

There is also a row of new dogs, more Catahoula Cur breeds.

The first new dog is a female, measuring 24 inches in height, and weighs 65 pounds, wearing a patchwork short fur coat on a new Catahoula Cur breed dog with a colored background of black hue and small amounts of gray and red merle tinted patches. The dog stands in front an Australian Shepherd.

The male Australian Shepherd breed dog belongs to the teen male and measures 23 inches in height and weighs 65 pounds. The Australian Shepherd dog is an affectionate, intelligence, protective, good-natured, and active doggie personality. Her dog wears a brown coat of hair with a split face of brown hue also. The shepherd stands beside the other companion dog softly growling at each Catahoula breed dog.

The second new dog is a female also and wears a black leopard coat that exhibits a solid white coat with a tiny blue and gray merle spots over the rump and hind legs, possessing a solid face of white with a pair of silver gray cracked glass eyes. She stands in front of the Shiba Inu.

The dog belongs to the teen female and is a small and agile Shiba Inu with a set of compact with well-developed muscles. She measures 14 inches in height and 16 pounds of weight. The skin is double-coated is soft and thick. The dog fur is short and even on the fox-like face, ears, and legs. The tail hair is slightly longer and stands open in a brush.

A Shiba Inu dog breed possesses a spirited boldness, a good nature, unaffected forthrightness, independent nature, reserve toward strangers, aggressive toward other dogs, a loyal, and affectionate doggie personality. The fur on the dog is black hue with a grey tinted undercoat. Cream hue displays on the sides of the dog's muzzle, cheeks, inside each ear, underneath the jaw and the upper throat, inside each leg, on the abdomen, around the vent and the ventral side on the tail.

The next new dog is a Catahoula Cur dog male with a solid silver tinted coat that exhibits splashes of white on the face, two legs, and the chest, and a pair of brown eyeballs, standing in front of the elderly overweight Autocrat lady, without growling, only watching its new prey.

The Autocrat lady is not naked or covered in tree vines and leaves, but wears a long ankle-length gown of solid white soiled by the grass, mud, rain, water, dirt, and food stains, and holds her lap dog.

Her dog is a toy female breed Papillion which measuring eight inches in height and seven pounds of weight. The face looks like a light red tinted mask that covers her ears and surrounds both dark eyeballs and as the body resembles a spaniel with a set of black patches over the white tinted coat and a curled white tinted tail. A Papillion breed dog displays an intelligent, happy, friendly, energetic, alert, and hardy doggie personality.

She exhales with a sour frown at Icky and then Freckles. "Well, finally, you have received my complaint. Why am I here inside this ugly cavern? What is the room? There are not any tables of fresh food or pitchers of fresh water or shelves with entertainment equipment for my enjoyment or feeding my dog."

Icky exhales with a stern face and a soft timber to the row of criminals, who do not know it yet. "Welcome to the Punishment Ritual!"

The Autocrat lady, who does not give her name or has not chosen a nickname, scowls at Icky and then Freckles, "What is the meaning of this event? I am not a criminal. I did not harm any one person, place or thing..."

"That's the problem!" Icky whispers with a smile and then says. "First, you must..."

At 22:45:08 hours/minutes/seconds, inside the hidden room, the four walls and the ceiling rumble from a set of loud sounds.

"Drop down to the surface! And cover your head!" Icky slowly drops on both kneecaps and then lowers the upper body, resting on top of the clean floor, covering his skull with both arms. Freckles follows behind his body movement and then drops down, resting beside Icky on top of the cave floor, understanding the noise during the tension of the Punishment Ritual.

Both Greyhound breeds Ibean and Fancy drop down and rest side to side next to Freckles, covering the paws over the doggie eyeballs like their individual wards.

The two teens drop down and land top of the floor, covering a skull with worry in silence.

The Autocrat lady continues to sit in the chair and stares up at the ceiling, over to each wall, and then down to the floor with a confused brow. "What's happening in here? What's that loud racket? What's going on up there on top of the peak?"

On the side wall, the Sheriff continues to stand with a stern face and her trio of mature Catahoula Cur dogs and guards each grounded prisoner, smirking down at her wrist watch screen with the game stimulator.

The loud rumble echoes throughout the cave room and then descends down the staircase, sounding like a fierce wind storm. The sound bounces against the exterior solid wall and enters through a set of tiny cracks within each seam on the hidden doorway, sounding like a set of moaning ghosts.

Icky, Freckles, and their two companion dogs continue to rest over the floor, wiggling side to side in nervousness and tension.

The Autocrat lady continues to sit and stares at each wall with a puzzled brow. "The sound is getting closer. It...it sounds like a set of walking and talking she-ghosts. Is this mountain haunted with a set of h-ghosts? Can a mountain become haunted with a dead person? How can a mountain be haunted by a he-ghost? I have never heard of such a thing. How is that possible?"

The Sheriff continues to lean against the side wall and plays on her individual wrist watch keyboard without answering the lady or addressing her puzzling questions.

The noise quickly ends outside the hallway and then quiets down inside the cave room.

MUTT human male Icky slowly stands upright from the floor and wears a fake smile. "The ghosts are gone, but they have left a mess. I promise. First, remove your clothing. You do not wanna get puppy pee on your clothes. The odor need comes out. Second, turn around and face the rear wall. There is a row of smallest rooms in the world with a semi-matching brown tinted cloth door. Go inside and gather up a bucket of soapy water and a dry mop. And finally, follow me through the entrance door on the entrance wall and go and outside onto the staircase," he moves ahead in-between an empty space beside the two teens and their two companion dogs, slamming the cloth curtain to the side, entering into the center room and then stops. He reaches down and grabs a bucket of cold water and a semi-clean dry mop, spinning around, moving across the room with a stern face. Freckles moves ahead towards the rear wall, even though she is not required to clean up the mess rock-coated staircase.

After a battle war engagement, each tired or happy or grumpy MUTT warrior and a mutt dog returns back to the Den inside a wing-ship and then lands back down on top of the mountain peak, slowly exiting the aircraft, climbing back down the staircase towards the assigned floor level. However, some of the warriors litter the steps with trash, torn cloths, broken teeth, blood stains, food items moving back to their individual cave room. Most of mutt dogs become excited from the wing-ship ride and then use the smooth rock-coated staircase as a bathroom facility, instead of dashing down towards the ground floor level. So, the staircase is very dirty.

Usually, an assigned clean-up crew of MUTT helpers tide up the mess, after each battle war engagement. But, tonight, there is a set of rebels, which fulfill their last MUTT order, before the early morning fireworks.

Inside the hidden mountain space, Icky stops and stands in front of the entrance wall. The wall is etched with a set of finger pad holes, where only a leader possesses the knowledge. He lifts up and presses the three finger pads into the wall. The door slides open with a slight rumble. Then the nasty air molecules coming from the trashy staircase hit each nose hole.

On the side wall, the unnamed Autocrat lady continues to sit on top of the hard bench and reaches up, pinching her two nose holes, sounding with a funny voice, "Awful smell! What is that disgusting odor that is drifting in here?"

On the entrance wall, Icky stands in the archway with a smile and holds his breath coming from the staunch of victory, shouting out loud to the others. "Well, the team of ghosts is actually the returning team of MUTTs coming back from another successful War event tonight. When the team of MUTTs moves down from the mountain peak, they feel good, sometimes too good. They like to trash the staircase with their personal garbage and personal odors."

"That smells like puppy urine, to my personal nose holes, not garbage," the Autocrat lady stares into the exposed hallway through the open door with a sour frown and a matching tone.

Icky laughs with a nod and stares at some of the trashy item on top of each step. "And their companion dog feels great, trashing the steps with blood, guts, and tissues from an Autocrat enemy. And each dog likes to urine on the wall while marking their territory, like a dog. All right! Every person, go and get up and grab a bucket of soapy water and the mop. We clean the exterior walls and the staircase right now, making the hallway smell so-what normal again," he laughs and moves outside, stepping down a couple of steps, waiting for the rebels.

Inside the hidden room, on top of the hard bench, the Autocrat lady gags on her mouth spit, shouting out loud back to leader Icky, shaking her dirty curls. "Absolutely not! I am not undressing in front of you and I am not touching puppy or dog urine with a mop or my delicate hands. I am a lady. I have been raised as a lady. A lady does not touch that type of nasty substance," the Autocrat lady continues to sit, without helping, and then frowns at the back spine of Icky.

On the rear wall, Freckles stops and slams the cloth door open, moving inside, gathering up a mop and a bucket of soapy cold water also. She is not required to perform the nasty job, but she needs something to occupy her active mind and her sad heart. Each criminal does not understand the Punishment Ritual. She spins away from the wall and swiftly moves ahead, exiting the tiny cave room, moving down the steps, passing Icky and then stops at a really stinky spot, in silence. She dips the mop down into the water and lifts it up, cleaning up the dog urine with a sour frown.

Inside the hidden room, the two teens huddle with a set of giggles wearing a disintegrating vine-and-leaf-covered outfit and then spin around, entering into a separate closet room, grabbing the cleaning equipment. They have decided to cooperate with the Punishment Ritual this time while working on a second attempt of escape, tomorrow evening. They exit from the tiny rear room and the larger cave room, working on top of the staircase at the stinky wall while giggling and smiling in silence.

Outside the room, on top of the staircase, leader Icky continues to stand and watches the two twin teens.

Inside the room, The Sheriff helps out with the boring task, instead of standing around inside the hidden mountain room, waving her arm in the air, shouting out loud to the annoying Autocrat lady. "Get up and move, lady! Everyone works tonight!" Her trio of dogs growl at the lady.

The lady huffs with annoyance and then slowly stands upright from the hard bench. Her lap dog rests inside her crooked elbow and yelps in doggie complain. She slowly moves ahead without following orders and exits the hidden room, slowly moving up the staircase and stops a few steps behind the two working teens, who continue to giggle into each other's face.

On the rear end of each rebel, her trio of deputy dogs continues to guard the two companion dogs, the standing and huffing Autocrat lady with her harmless lap dog, and the two teens during the simple work assignment. The Sheriff says. "The mind inside my dog possesses a primitive psychology than most breed dogs. They need a set of constant orders to obey my vocal commands. They're a set of enthusiastic work dogs with high amounts of energy. Now, the Catahoula Cur breed dog is an assertive dog. But I have warned all of you, right here and right now. If you decide to attack one of my children-dogs, my child-dog will defend itself by claws, paws, toes, and fangs. A Catahoula Cur is a very territorial and protective of its family and it property, which is me. Do not tempt my child-dogs! Keep cleaning, don't stop! Keep climbing up the staircase and all the way up towards the rock-coated staircase!"

The two teens continue to work and slowly climb the staircase reaching the opening, seeing the twinkling stars and bright moonlight rays.

At 23:08:59 hours/minutes/seconds, Icky stands a few steps beside his girlfriend Freckles and behind the Autocrat lady, exhaling with sorrow for the final task, clapping both of his hands and shouts out loud to the three rebels." All right! We have finished cleaning the staircase out here. Stand up! Place each cleaning item on the side wall and outta of the footpath. Every person, go and move up the staircase and head outside onto the mountain summit peak. We gotta get everyone cleaned up, before bedtime."

On the step behind the butthole on the Autocrat lady, the Sheriff waves her hand and shouts out loud at her trio of dogs and the three rebels also. "Do not tempt my child-dogs! Move it now! Climb up these steps on the rock-coated staircase! Get moving! Go outside right now!"

The twins drop down each piece of cleaning equipment on top of the rock-coated step, without storing each item on the side wall, and then exit through the opening, dashing ahead with giggles, landing on top of the smooth summit rock surface. The companion dog from each teen races ahead from the hidden room onto the cool rock surface.

The Sheriff shots. "Go and get them, kids!" The trio of Catahoula Cur dogs race up the staircase and then herded the twins into a huddle and their individual companion dog.

In front of the growling trio of dogs, Rouen leans into the cheekbone on his sister and wears a smile. "Did you see? Did you hear? I told you! They're only embarrassing us with those silly Den punishment rules. Then, we do this again and then escape from the mountain site and get back to Authority and tattle to Gladino. She will reward us with lots of good stuff. Our parents were naughty, but we are good."

The twin female growls back to her brother. "I'm so mad and so naked. Why did they not allow us back our clothing?"

He chuckles. "They are doing this to embarrasses us. But we will get the last laugh. I promise, Sis. That old woman must get naked too for her bathe time!" Rouen laughs with his sister.

Icky and Freckles climb the staircase and land on top of the rock surface, hearing the commotion. An assigned punishment crew of MUTT helpers quickly prepare the front of the summit with three tall tree limbs standing down in an embedded jagged slot. Then the helpers separate and tie each rebel onto the vertical tree limb with their companion dog. Of course, the task is not easy and very noisy. However, the other MUTT warriors with their companion dog rest inside their assigned floor level, eating or sleeping or entertaining each other. Only a handful of MUTT leaders know about the Punishment Ritual on top of the rock summit surface.

Finally, the three individual vertical tree limbs stand and are filled with a colorful object.

On the first tree limb stick, on top of a mountain rocky peak, in the cold air temperature, on a lovely moonlit night, the tall, slender, fifteen years old female possesses a head of long brown-tinted hair, a pair of hazel tinted eyeballs, a tone of pale tinted skin, facing the vast landscape that consists of additional rock covered mountain peaks and a set of deep valleys of lakes, trees, grass, and wild animals. But she can see the landscape underneath a home-made face mask of green tinted tree leaves and bright orange colored flowers. The series of loose tree leaves and the orange tinted flowers are wrapped with a set of thin flowering green-tinted vines that covered her entire skull as and a series of soft moans and groans came out from the slightly parted lips expressing fear, fright, terror, and horror.

Her tall body frame stood upright on top of the smooth rock surface of dark black at the height of 900 feet from the ground soil leaning into a strong upright tree limb that still holds an array of green tinted tree leaves, pink tinted tiny flower petals, and rough brown tinted tree bark that scratches into her semi-naked body.

Her upright body is tied onto the upright tree limb with set of thick and strong yellow tinted plant vines, maybe with a few red and purple tinted insects still clinging to the plant vine, slowly crawling over her nakedness and as she continues to scream through the home-made face mask in a series of soft moans while expressing fear, fright, terror, and horror.

Her throat is wrapped also and secures around the top of the tree limb with a set of the yellow tinted plant vines to prevent yelling in fear. Her two wrist bones are anchored behind her back spine and then crisscrosses behind the same tree limb with plant vines to prevent moving in fright. Her hips are secured around the same tree limb with the plan vines to prevent shifting in terror. Her legs are crisscrossed also and then ties directly around the same tree limb with the strong yellow tinted vines at the kneecaps to prevent falling down to the rock surface in panic. And finally, her two ankle bones are crisscrossed and then ties onto the lowest part of the upright tree limb with the yellow tinted plant vines to prevent escaping in horror.

Her semi-naked body is secured thoroughly into the upright tree limb of leaves and pink-tinted plants on top of a mountain peak of a moonlight night of cold temperatures exposing very little of her naked skin tone of glowing pale that has been wet coming out from the fresh water lake and which defeats the purpose of the trees leave decoration.

At the bottom of her cross-crossed ankle bones, a small dog rests on the top of her naked foot having been bound and then attached to the same tree limb of green leaves and pink flower petals. The pet has been bound in a set of strong yellow tinted plant vines also that houses numerous red and purple bugs wearing a tree bark face mask that covers both of its two eyeballs and as the canine feels confusion, angry, and fright. The short muzzle had been clamped shut and then tied with a set of yellow plant vines to prevent howling in distress. The set of front and the rear hind legs had been tied up with a set of plant vines to prevent from a panic escaping from its mistress.

Her companion dog is a mature small and agile Shiba Inu breed with a set of compact with well-developed muscles. She measures 14 inches in height and 16 pounds of weight. The skin is double-coated is soft and thick. The dog fur is short and even on the fox-like face, ears, and legs. The tail hair is slightly longer and stands open in a brush.

A Shiba Inu dog breed possesses a spirited boldness, a good nature, unaffected forthrightness, independent nature, reserve toward strangers, aggressive toward other dogs, a loyal, and affectionate doggie personality. The fur on the dog is black hue with a grey tinted undercoat. Cream hue displays on the sides of the dog's muzzle, cheeks, inside each ear, underneath the jaw and the upper throat, inside each leg, on the abdomen, around the vent and the ventral side on the tail.

The twin sister of Rouen can feel the soft and wet fur on her dog at the top of her two naked feet as she and her companion dog cry out loud that produces a whimpered whisper through the plant leaves experiencing fear and fright.

In the middle section, on top of a mountain rock tinted summit peak, in the cold air temperature, on a lovely moonlit night, the elderly, overweight, unnamed Autocrat lady is not naked but wears her long dirty ankle-length gown of solid white soiled by the grass, mud, rain, water, dirt, and food stains and is bounded and tied with numerous colorful green tinted plant vines with pink-tinted blooming flowers that hold numerous purple and red bugs also.

She wears the same tree decoration similar to the teen female, possessing a cropped head of silver tinted hair, a pair of brown colored eyeballs, and a tone of pale tinted skin, in which, she faces the vast landscape also, without seeing the bright rays of moonlight or the beautiful rugged mountain peaks or deep gorge of trees. She also screams out loud in a series of low moans with a set of parted lips into the rows of tree leaves that crowds down into her open mouth and then slowly suffocate her shallow breathing.

Her body exposes very little of her elegant, dirty gown or exterior facial features which is wet from the plant leaves while slowly drying in the cold air.

At the bottom of her individual tree limb in front of her two unbound ankle bones, her companion dog is also bound and tied onto her body, loudly yelping in terror and sadness, producing a soft moan that cannot be heard over the brash wind waves.

Her dog is a toy female breed Papillion which measuring eight inches in height and seven pounds of weight. The face looks like a light red tinted mask that covers her ears and surrounds both dark eyeballs and as the body resembles a spaniel with a set of black patches over the white tinted coat and a curled white tinted tail. A Papillion breed dog displays an intelligent, happy, friendly, energetic, alert, and hardy doggie personality.

At the end of the three line, several feet away from the elderly Autocrat lady, a third upright tree limb with the exact physical features of green tree leaves and pink tinted flowers holds an upright tall, slender fifteen-year-old teenage male.

The male wears the same tree decoration similar to his sister possessing a cropped head of long brown tinted hair, a pair of aqua colored eyeballs, and a tone of pale tinted skin facing the vast landscape, without seeing the bright rays of moonlight or the beautiful rugged mountain peaks or deep gorge of trees. He also is bounded and tied like the two females onto his personal tree stick while yelling in terror with his parted lips into the rows of tree leaves that crowd down into his tongue and then slowly suffocated his shallow breathing.

His body is naked and securely tied at the same body points in yellow tinted plant vines and crawling insects on his own tree limb similar to the teen female while exposing very little exterior skin which is wet and drying out from the cold air. At the bottom of his individual tree limb and his pair of crisscrossed ankle bones, this is not a dog.

The male had owned an Australian Shepherd breed dog which had measured 23 inches in height and weighed 70 pounds. His companion dog had worn a brown coat of hair with a split face of brown hue also.

An Australian Shepherd dog breed possesses an affectionate, intelligence, protective, good-natured, and active doggie personality that is used as a work dog and sports dog, possessing abundant energy and requires lots of exercise. The breed dog is very kind, loving and loyal to its owner, exhibiting protection behavior and obsessive bark warnings to a stranger, or strange canines. The Australian Shepherd is nicknamed as an Aussie and exhibits high intelligence, learns quickly, and loves to play with its human companion, thus the Aussie is also called the "Velcro dog" possessing a strong desire to be near their owner. With the high level of intelligence, the Aussie think for itself in any situation making an excellent worker and companion dog.

The companion Aussie to Rouen had become very upset, when the animal was taken away from its owner, after the two teens had escaped the mountain Den campus. After the Aussie was reunited with Rouen, the mammal started growling, snapping, and barking at the trio of Catahoula Cur dogs.

On top of the mountain summit, when one of the MUTT helpers reached out and touched Rouen on the collar bone, his Aussie companion quickly assessed the dangerous situation to his doggie soul and his owner and then attacked the MUTT helper, mortally wounding the female into a slowly death act. Then, the Aussie started fighting and killed her gentle toy poodle dog.

The sheriff whistled the kill command and as the trio of Catahoula Cur dogs attacked and killed the angry Aussie. The dead body was tossed off the mountain summit and landed a far distance down into a grove of tall trees and low-lying green tinted plant as food for the insects and wild animals tonight.

Finally, the trio of Catahoula Cur dogs were signaled back and stood in front of their mistress, the sheriff. The three humans quickly understood their fate and then slowly were tied onto each tree limb, sobbing with sorrow for their life force.

The tall and long geographical mountain range scene consists of a rugged wildness and a set of wilder animals with a series of individual mountain peaks ranging from the shortest height of 800 feet up towards 1,000 feet high which almost touches the clouds while spreading over two land-miles. In-between each mountain peak, there is a deep gorge that showed a valley that contained a single river, grove of trees, blooms of pretty wildflowers, and flowering and editable and non-editable low green and yellow tinted bush plants.

This particular mountain peak consists of solid gray limestone rock lifting into the skyline at 901 feet and displayed a width of stone at 1,000 feet with a 90-foot waterfall dropping down from a natural slot on the side of the mountain coming from a series of hidden fresh water springs which are locked inside the mountain rock.

The mountain peak is cool during the warm daylight hours and cold during the moonlight rays due to the dark rock. The dark rock peak nicely blends into the rugged terrain of grove of trees, row of flowers, and low plant bushes. And the roaming and hunting groups of wild animals avoid the solid rock mountain of gray limestone as a row of plant food does not grow on any sides of the hard rock.

On top of the peak, two hundred feet behind the first tree limb that contains the blinded and bound teen female, a tall, slender, muscular, middle-aged male stands upright with a stern face, wearing a dirty white shirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a pair of worn and unpolished tan colored cowboy boots, a head of shoulder length brown hair, a pair of brown tinted eyeballs, and a tone of pale tinted skin. He wears a wrist watch that glowed in bright yellow tone near the parted lips and also pointed a photon weapon at the rear skull of the female with the other hand.

Across from the tall and slender middle-aged male, a taller, athletic male stands behind the rear skull of the elderly female, wearing a dirty white shirt, a pair of dirty, ripped, and faded blue jeans, and a pair of worn brown tinted sandals. He possesses a bald skull, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark skull while holding a wrist watch near a sour frown, pointing a hand gun at the rear skull of the elderly female with the other hand in silence.

Behind each male, there are rows of parked ships. Each ship is named a wing-ship, when the ship launches up from the surface into the air to hover with readiness and then extends out a pair of wings for flight traveling anywhere in the sky. Each ship wears a bubble windshield that is made of special transparence glass guiding the aircraft. The banana-shaped seat is made of smooth tinted silver alloy that hid in the daylight rays, where the pilot leaned down over the seat, touching the split handle bars for flight. The bottom floor on the craft is a step floor that held an individual foot in balance to operate the wing-ship.

There were rows of stationary and powered down wing-ships that were watching the action also.

Between the two males, petite Freckles stands several feet and stares with a worried brow at the rear view of each tree limbs that glows from the array of moonlight beans. She wears a pair of cut-off blue jeans, a pair of red colored sneakers, and a dirty orange colored short sleeved shirt possessing a ponytail of red colored hair, a tone of pink-tinted skin, and a pair of violet colored eyeballs crossing both arms and shakes her curls with a heavy heart.

Behind Rouen, Icky softly whispers down into the face on the wrist watch, which is a communication device for speech and data that only transmits to the other male with the second hand gun, "One. Two. Fire." His hand gun discharges a photon ion in the color of purple hue. The purple photon ion sails over the length of the open space and hits directly into the top of the upright tree limb quickly burning with a sizzling purple tinted fire through the fresh limb, slamming into the rows of green leaves, insects, colorful flowers, the hair strands, and the bone skull on the male teen while producing a purple tinted fireball.

Rouen screams in pain tearing through the tree leaves coming from each one of the burning plant leaf and wiggles side to side while trying to escape his death act, without success. The fire consumes his hairy bone skull and licks his facial features, burning through the tender skin and solid bones, quickly dropping down over his semi-naked body and produces a pretty mint green and yellow hue of blazing fire in the darkness.

The second male fires out a photon ion of dark blue about the same time, hitting the upper portion of second tree limb, burning through the tree bark, green tinted leaves, the orange tinted flowers, then the brown colored hair strands, and the bone skull of the elderly Autocrat lady.

The female screams in agonizing pain coming from the burning purple tinted fireball that melts her hair strands and then curves around the vine viciously attacking her facial features, running the fire over the tree leaves and plant vines first. She smells the choking smoke and burning flesh, feeling the skin burn, peel and the melt off the face and the female violently tugs against the yellow tinted plant vines that continues to entrap the arms, the chest, the hips, the legs, and the ankle bones.

Down on top of her ankle bones, her toy Papillion dog breed tear opens one side on her mouth from the tree leaves and then loudly yelps in fright while violently jerking side to side on top of her naked feet in fear, without pulling free from the thick rows of yellow plants.

Behind the line of three standing MUTT males with a hand gun, Freckles continues to stand away for safety and then shifts side to side in both angry and sadness, softly whispering to her eardrums only, staring at the growing bonfire that runs downwards on each tree limb, which holds an individual rebel. "What! The fire has not reached that dog. But the dog is yelping pain, like its body is on fire. I have seen this over and over again and can't explain the cause."

On the opposite end of the death line, several feet away from the burning stick with the Autocrat lady, the female teen swallows some of the tree leaves down an open mouth, after yelling out loud in sizzling pain as the dark blue tinted fireball burns through his hair strands and then attacks each facial feature exploding an eyeball into the air, melting down an earlobe, peeling off the cheekbone skin, burning into the top lip tissue. She coughs out the wet tree leaves and then screams in pain and as her voice echoes throughout the stillness of the peaceful night. She violently struggles side to side with hollering in fear while trying too ripe off the strong and thick plant vines from the rest of her limbs and legs, without success.

His tied down companion dog viciously rolls back and forth on top of her crossed ankle bones of its mistress and then finally breaks open the thin plant vines over its muzzle, howling in pain.

Each male with the photon hand gun drops down the heated barrel and fires a second colorful photon ion directly into the pair of crisscrossed and tied wrist bones of each rebel.

The point of firing the photon ion into the rear skull is to quickly kill the rebel human, where the brain cells controls the rest of her biological body. Once the brain is dead, the rebel human cannot feel any more terrible suffering pain as the rest of the upright tree limb and the tied human body slowly burning with in array of colorful flames.

The purple fireball consumes the skull on the female and as she is dead. Her bone skull tilts sideways, then drops away from her body and the tree limb descending in an array of lavender colored flames, hitting the solid rock and then puffed into individual piles of sizzling rose tinted ashes.

The raging stick fire slowly moves down the exposed human throat painting the fire in an array of lavender and rose tint.

On the first burning tree stick, at the bottom of her cross-crossed ankle bones on the teenage female, her companion dog Shiba Inu breed feels the intense heat coming down from the purple tinted fire as each sizzling ashes slowly descends down burning a set of tiny red tinted patches on the white furry hair and delicate skin on the dog coming from the crawling flames of lavender and rose while yelping in pain and fear. The dog struggles in fear and rocks side to side and then forward and backward, breaking some of the plant vines, sliding sideways from the bonfire and escapes the horror.

The dark blue fireball continues to eat through the bone skull on the dead teen female and then moves down to her throat. Then her bone skull drops down in a plume of blue-green hue and landed on top of the smooth rock, rolling toward the edge and drops down through the air and below the valley of trees and plants. The waterfall is positioned on the opposite side of the burning bodies without contaminating the fresh water supply with the nasty human burnt body parts.

The Shiba Inu dog howls in pain and slowly struggles over the smooth rock.

The MUTT helper aims the heated barrel on the photo gun and mercifully shoots at the burning dog into a death kill, ending its painful and horrible suffering. A few inches from the burning stick of its mistress, a pink colored fireball explodes and releases burning hair strands, broken pink tinted tissues, blood proteins, and white tinted bone fragments that quickly spreads down over the dog's body and the gray rock.

Behind the two tree limbs, each male with the photon hand gun drops down the heated barrel and fires a third colorful photon ion directly into the bottom of the tree limb, hitting the tied ankle bones of each rebel.

The point of firing the photon ion into the bottom portion of the tree limb is to burn the tree limb and then entire body into a gigantic solid plume of colorful ashes that will drift away with the wind currents. The third photon ion creates a brilliant blazing fireball of colors on top of the dark mountain peak for only the nighttime stars to view.

The third photon ion burst immediately hits through the tree limb, the parted space of each leg between each rebel and then slams into the wrapped skull and blinded on two eyeballs of tiny Papillion dog. No person wanted to see a dog suffer and die.

This method is a quick death for the dog, that is really an innocent loving pet to a loser human.

On the first tree limb, the rose tinted burning torso on the teen female shifts sideways off balance from her sizzling pair of hip bones and then falls down toward the rock surface, dropping down on top of the smooth rock. Her companion dog is a pile of colorful ashes that is slowly drifting through the wind currents off the mountain summit and over the forest property in silence.

On the second tree limb, a bluish-green burning torso on the elderly female continues to smoke in green hue and burns through the thick muscles and layers of fat cells on the human. The woman has died already from the fire along with her dog.

The last blazing upright tree limb, the dead male teen body without his dog flares in a brilliant array of colors from bluish-green to blue too yellowish-green while lightning up the skyline.

Each MUTT helper exhales with sorrow for the six souls and then switches off the gun, slowly spinning around from three burning tree sticks, advancing towards the staircase towards their assigned floor level, retiring for the night.

The beautiful vertical fire bomb will burn each dead life form down into a tall pile of colorful ashes and then the gentle breeze will drift each ash from the summit, over the forestland, and down into the ocean waters.

Icky is the last MUTT helper to leave the summit rock surface and moves down the semi-clean staircase, where the assigned clean-up crew is working on the dirty staircase. Else, the stinky staircase will smell up the interior areas of the mountain hideaway.

There is no evidence of a burnt body or dog on top of the mountain peak, tomorrow morning.

The edge of the mountain peak contains a series of chiseled out individual holes that are seven inches deep that nicely hold an individual tree limb which is be available for a long row of immediately death sentences. The colored ashes sizzles and then covers the three open holes before the morning rain water clears out each hole and sparks in gray limestone by sunrise in preparation for the next death sentence.

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At 23:46:09 hours/minutes/seconds, below the bright moonlight and the mountain range of dark limestone, on top of the forest floor, a nighttime active hunting team slowly scoots around each tree trunk and low plant bush while searching for the next prey. Each member sees the three vertical sticks in the dark atmosphere without speaking of the punishment or stopping to view the event while understanding the purpose and looking for the next food items for the breakfast meal tomorrow morning with a heavy heart and a sad face.

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At 23:57:59 hours/minutes/seconds, on the fifth floor level, inside one of the private sleeping cones, Icky covers Freckles with his body, leaning down, kissing her mouth. She mumbles with her words. He jerks back with a sour frown in silence.

She smiles. "A dog will chase their tail for numerous reasons, curiosity, exercise, anxiety, predatory instinct. Or the mammal has fleas."

"None of our dogs ever have fleas. I don't think that I have ever seen a flea. Have you seen a dog flea? Why do you do that?"

She winks. "Do what! A Dalmatian puppy is born with a pure white fur and then develop their spots as they get older."

He frowns. "Talk to me while I try to kiss your face for love."

She exhales with sadness. "I just witnessed a ritual burning of three humans and their dogs, screaming in searing pain, wiggling in fear, and then dying without proper legal and social justification. A dog and a human both exhibit slow wave sleep and rapid eye movement. During this rapid eye movement, a dog and a human both dream during sleep. A dog will twitch and pitch of the legs and each paw is a sign that the pet is dreaming."

"The leadership..."

She sneers. "The leadership is mean. We can't go around and murder everyone that resists our rules. The eyeballs on a dog contain a special membrane which is called the tapetum lucidum that allows the canine to see in the dark."

He exhales with annoyance. "The MUTT pack must survive. Or the MUTT pack dies."

She huffs with annoyance. "I know that. I wrote some of the words for the MUTT motto. The resting heart beat of a large dog is between 60 and 100 times per minute. A small dog's heartbeat is between 100 and 140 times per minute. A resting heartbeat of a human is 50 to 100 times per times."

He winks. "I believe your heart beat is beating faster than your tongue movements at 200 times per minute."

She hisses. "You're not funny, Icky! But, if your companion dog Ibean is acting funny, then get the umbrella out from the storage closet, because it's going to thunder, lightning, and rain during the storm." Freckles giggles with a smile. He leans down and kisses her earlobe, pulling back with a smile. She smiles. "The normal temperature for a dog is 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit."

He grins. "The human body sweats off heat all over the body; a dog sweats through the pads of their feet."

"A dog has three eyelids, an upper lid, a lower lid, and the third lid which his called the nictitating membrane or the haw. The haw keeps the eye moist and protected. The nose on a dog is wet, because the two nose holes secrete a thin layer of mucous that help the canine absorb odors.

He winks. "You can lick on my nose."

She smiles. "A dog will lick their nose holes to taste the scent through the mouth. A dog possesses 1,700 taste buds. I have 9,000 taste buds. A cat has 473 taste buds."

He grins. "I have taste buddies that wanna taste your taste buddies."

"A dog can smell 100,000 times more than a human. The ear on a dog contains twelve separate working muscles that control the ear movement."

He chuckles. "I can wiggle my pair of human earlobes, like a doggie."

"Naw." She gasps.

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yes."

She laughs. "Do it!"

He closes each eyelid and then slowly shifts his whiskered jaw line side to side and as his set of large, oversized earlobes slightly wiggles side to side.

"You're good."

"I'm great!"

She smiles. "A puppy has 28 teeth;, an adult dog has 42 teeth."

He winks. "And a human male has 32 toothies to nibble on your naked skin," Icky leans down with a smile and attacks her body and as Freckles giggles with amusement.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

02 months, 12 days, 03 hours, 03 minutes, 03 seconds since....

Present day and time and place

Authority Headquarters building

Parking lot setting

Dull moonlight and cold air temperatures with parted clouds of stars

03:03:03 hours/minutes/seconds (early morning)

A single engine wing-ship smoothly glides through the cool night sky and over the capital city-provenience.

A city of flat peach-tinted rock stone that comes from the numerous rock quarries inside a long mountain range on the southern end of the small continent appears in dull hue underneath both the sunlight and moonlight. Miles of pretty rock stone creates a flat surface for casually strolling from your house towards your working job or walking your companion dog for fresh air. However, the flat surface of dull peach tinted stones do not feel the naked human foot or naked mammal paw, only the heated air from each flying carriage. No human body walks on top of the rock stone. No dog trots upon the rock stone either.

Around the huge city of Authority and also the name of the small continent, the earlier settlers did not seem to exhibit any type of higher intelligence other than plowing the fields for food stuffs and playing with the local wild wolf puppies.

A winding mountain range consisting of short, tall, flat or woody summit peaks surrounds the only civilized city place that contains miles of shade trees, fruit plants, wildflower pods, wilder animals, and numerous river waters, in which the river water streams feeds every fresh water well inside each Authority house for drinking and bathing water.

On the northern end of the city, a wide, tall rectangular-shaped building hugs the forestland and stands twenty-five stories in the air and below the clouds. Two-thirds of the building displays solid tan-colored stone walls that do not view the rays of sunlight or moonlight or a single twinkling outer space star. One-third of the structure displays an array of wide, tall twinkling solid glass windows that houses the ruler of Authority, the First Family.

No other human or canine has never seen or stood inside the apartment home of the First Family that starts on the eighteen floor and rises to the rooftop of the building. And no other human or canine ever will as long as Gladino is the ruler of Authority.

On top of the plain, tan-colored, rectangular structure, in the middle of the rooftop, a square-shaped structure stands with a single wall but a solid ceiling which holds a gigantic black-tinted, iron-coated bell. The bell had been constructed and then mounted in celebration of the newly elected First Family, by the population of Authority, which had occurred 500 years ago.

Back then and presently now, the gigantic bell slowly rocks back and forth without sound, until fifteen minutes after the hour, producing a deep resonating hum that sounds like a tormented she-ghost, echoing throughout the air waves. Some of the citizens enjoy the low baritone hum. The other citizens ignore it. Each canine does not hear the low hum at 30 hertz of sound.

The frequency of 30 hertz is an insanely low for man and beast, not a machine. A man with a low timber produces a talking or singing voice at 80 hertz.

In the same area, on the perpendicular side of the Headquarters building, tucked into the forestland, a glass-coated, triangular-shaped building houses all of the Enforcer members that enforces the laws throughout the city of Authority.

Across from the Enforcer structure, a circular building in smooth pink tinted stone with a flat rooftop that holds an array of short and tall antennas which access the numerous outer space satellites for world communications. The structure employs each Recorder, who works to record the beauty of nature and citizen life here at Authority with awesome hologram technology that is preserved for centuries.

On the other side of the three buildings, the stone walkway ends and exhibits hundreds of feet of manicured grass in green hue for parks with picnic tables and playground equipment for children and canines.

At the end of the manicured park, columns of individual houses present a home for an individual family unit plus the set of companion dogs. Each house plot compasses one acre of fertile land for the children and companion dogs plus a flower, vegetable, and fruit garden.

Each house displays two stories of family and bedroom space rooms in beige color, without character or expense. On each side of the last column, a short mountain range stands and blocks the ocean waters from bad weather patterns and protects the citizens of Authority. The mountain range is free space for a citizen and their companion dog to visit and play keeping back the group of wild animals also.

Miles of individual residential homes flow downward towards the southern end on the small continent slamming into the horizontal crop fields, where food stuff and livestock animals are grown, harvested, and then eaten by both the citizen and their companion dog. The farmer are citizens of Authority but are not ordered by the ruler of Authority. Else, no citizen or companion dog will receive food stuff. The government allows the farm community independence and solo decisions over their farmland and their farmsteads.

The farmland backs into the winding mountain range that surrounds the outskirts of the continent, where a series of tall mountain summit peaks guard the lush forestland, marshes, rivers, and all of the wild animals. The land is grown wild and free goading any citizen or companion dog to venture into the wild wildness, for a dare or death.

Over the winding mountain range, a sandy beach of white sand grains appears without a single building or a single citizen or a single dog and glitters like a bag of diamonds in the bright sizzling hot and heated sunrays, even under the humid nighttime sky. The sandy beach kisses the ocean waters that lead towards the southern horizon and more continents, if one dares to dream and then fly away in a stolen wing-ship.

Pilot MUTT, sixteen years old, female Quirk cuts the engine. The wing-ship reduces speed and sails through the air in silent. She maneuvers the wing-ship downward and lands inside an empty parking lot at the Authority headquarters building, slowly pacing over smooth surface as every native is at home watching the TECH face on some type of body devise while enjoying the evening meal or relaxing during the warm night.

The wing-ship halts in the middle of the parking lot. The glass dome slowly lifts upright and exposes the pilot and her dog.

Quip slides down and stands on top of the pavement scanning the rear of the building. The lights are powered down. She slowly spins around and scans the outer landscape. The sides on the headquarter tan colored building outline the parking lot and then faces numerous rows of tall green tinted over story trees and low red tinted plant bushes. Quip moves ahead and softly whistles a musical hum for her dog.

Quirk rolls off the top board and lands down on the paws, racing ahead, moving beside his mistress.

She struggles through the thick bushes, moves ahead several more feet, and scoots around the last row of low bushes, stopping. She faces an open drain pipe in ugly yellow tinted concrete. A puddle of water slowly drains over wet concrete and then creates a mud puddle in front of the drain lip.

Quip squats down in the water with a worried brow, searching the dullness inside the pipe with her human senses. "Quirk, come here, girl! I need your help." Quirk stomps over the water and then stops beside his mistress, leaning down, sniffing the water, the soil, and the plants.

She points inside the semi-dark large opening of the drain pipe with a stern face. "There's the great big hole which leads into that building. Go and find my brother without barking! We're in enemy territory." She places a piece of dirty and torn shirt in front of the cold nose and as Quirk deeply inhales the familiar scent of her ten-year-old biological brother. Her dog quickly dashes ahead with the nose down onto the water, without the baying, since they both exhibit a sheath mode presentation for the hunt of her missing sibling.

Two months ago....

A group of Enforcers had pleasantly knocked on the front door of her house and then shoved a wrist watch into the face of her father. The face had softly sung with the hum, MUTT.

Then, the Enforcer had reached out and grabbed the arm of her father, pointing the end of the photon weapon in the face. Her father, mother, little brother, and Quip with their individual companion dogs had slowly marched out the house and moved ahead towards a single airship as a set of captures.

One of their neighbor families had been identified as a family of MUTTs also. The father of the MUTT family had violently fought with the Enforce and dashed away from the house with his family, when a row of Enforcers spun around, firing an individual photon weapon. An array of soaring colorful ions had hit each human and their dog, exploding the life form into a pile of drifting colorful ashes.

Quip's father had become worried and fearful for his family and continued to stand, raising both arms over the hair roots, slowly following the orders of the Enforcer. He moved ahead toward a single airship leading his family for some different reason.

Her dog Quirk had charged the lead Enforcer with fighting fury, killing three of them in the group.

Her mistress Quip had taken the opportunity and then slipped down over the grass like she had been injured. She had slowly crawled backwards during the dog fight, escaping from the group of Enforces with her dog. However, her father, mother, and little brother, and their individual companion dogs had not been too quick and lucky, becoming re-captured by the remaining wounded and angry Enforcers.

Quip had continued to slip over the wet grass and hid inside a thicket of low plant bushes, watching her family enter into the airship. Her dog Quirk had continued to attack each Enforcer and a canine with a death kill, until a set of additional Enforcers with a set of new dogs and new weapons arrived.

Quirk had turned tail and ran away while baying out loud like a lost and scared puppy, swinging around out of eyeball range from each Enforcer, locating his mistress underneath the low bushes.

Quip and Quirk had continued to hide underneath the bush, until each Enforcer had searched the long of the neighbor street. Once the Enforcers had left, she had swiftly moved and located one of the hidden wing-ships.

There had been rumors of MUTT ships during her classroom courses. Quip had ignored the gossip.

She and her companion dog Quirk had entered into the overcrowded, overheated, and stuffy cargo bay that housed hundreds of MUTTs, where the TECH machine had identified.

The wing-ship had left the city-provenience for the new MUTT hideout.

A few hours later, Quip and her dog Quirk had arrived at the secret MUTT headquarters, the DEN campus. She and her dog had patiently watched while waiting for her solo chance to return back to the capital city-provenience, rescuing her family members.

Over the long past months of tears, worries, and depression, sixteen-year-old female Quip had faked a smile to the other MUTTs and held her deep dark secret down inside her bleeding heart, working with the team of scientists on the earring technology. She also had participated in MUTT war killing as many Auto-crap owners as possible while her companion dog Quirk had enjoyed killing as many Auto-crap dogs too.

However, over the long months, each MUTT escapee had shared a set of terrible rumors regarding several alive and captured MUTT families, who were being held at the Authority Headquarters building, down inside the basement setting.

In front of the open sewer drain, Quip exhales with worry and whispers. "Now, the time has arrived to rescue the rest of my missing family members."

Her companion Blue tick Coonhound dog Quirk leans over and plants a cold nose down into the dirt, sniffing up the wet particles, dashing ahead without the baying sound and run directly into the open hole, where the water leaps onto the grass. His mistress Quip stands upright with a smile and bounces up and down in place with sisterly excitement.

All the hearsay rumors are true. A set of MUTT families, like hers, is located here inside the Authority Headquarters building.

She dashes behind the dog and leans down, running into the open drain pipe and then stops. Her pair of eyeballs slowly adjusts to the dull light that comes from a set of lamps in the far distance.

Quirk is ahead of her mistress and continues to smell the dripping water, the dull vanilla colored floor concrete, and the matching wet walls for the familiar scent of her missing brother without baying.

Quip dashes ahead with a smile.

Quirk stops and stands in front of a closed door of rusty metal. Quip stops and stands beside her dog, patting the wet skull with a good job, squatting down with a whisper into the face of the dog. "Okay. Good job, Quirk! Now, we enter through this thick and heavy door. Do you smell a foreign odor, like an Autocrat, on the other side?"

Quirk continues to stand in place which indicates that the opposite side on the door is clear of strangers with odors.

She smiles. "Okay. Good. We'll go through the door without you sounding the alarm with a baying howl. Then you run ahead finding my brother, swiftly. My parents will be with my brother," she stands upright from the wet floor and reaches out, grabbing the rusty handle, pulling open the door. Quirk races ahead through the door with a low growl and then attacks the upright object inside the basement room setting.

The basement space engulfs half of the flat concrete foundation underneath the Authority Headquarters building and is composed of dark brown rock that has been roughly chiseled into a lousy square-shape that forms two slightly curvy line rather than two straight upright walls slamming into the center of the room. The matching brown tinted ceiling has been molded with an array of pointy stiletto downward sharp rock points that barely misses the top of each set of hair roots, where the room has been created with danger and intrigue.

Quip dashes ahead into the new room with a gasp, pulls out the photon weapon with a sneer, and then stops, standing over the grounded male with a snarl. "Who are you? Where's my family? Show me my family!"

Quirk stands on top of the unknown male's lean chest, growling down into the human face.

The unknown male wears a blue colored laboratory coat over a pair of white tinted jeans, a red short sleeved shirt, and a pair of blue tinted walking sandals that exhibits black tinted naked toes.

And he is the cousin of Gladino. Lippy continues to lie on the floor in pain from the nasty collision with the large dog. He stares at the white tinted fangs on the coonhound and sneers at the young teen. "You're a filthy MUTT with your smelly mutt dog. How did you get inside the basement of the Authority Headquarters building?"

She thumbs back over the collar bone with a laugh while pointing the barrel of the cold weapon at his distorted face. "The great big ugly drain pipe drains fresh water that comes from somewhere here inside the building. Where's my family? The Enforcers kidnapped my family. They're here. Where's my family?"

He gasps. "How do you come to possess that information?"

Quip laughs. "Teens, they like to talk and lie and lay to each while having some teenly fun. One of the teens told me about your Auto-crap secret. Where's my family?" She leans down and lowers the cold barrel of the photon weapon in his face with a sneer. "I...will kill you...on purpose. I don't care about you, only my family. Tell me! I'll leave here with my family and you'll still be alive. I promise."

He exhales with worry. "You have been told rightly. Your family is here."

His companion dog Shee-Shee rushes out from the darkness of the large dog house in shock and surprise, charging at the blind side on Blue tick Coonhound. Her companion dog Quirk leaps forward from the chest of Lippy and Lippy grunts out loud in pain without moving from the floor.

Quirk swings around with a set of growling fangs, charging at the beautiful Afghan hound with fury. The two dogs collide, fighting on their rear hind legs.

Quirk jerks its skull side to side in blindness from the flying long silky hair strands on the Afghan hound.

Shee-Shee leans over with the brilliant distraction and then bits down into the side neck on the coonhound like a doggie vampire and as Quirk's red tinted blood protein spurts in every direction, landing on both the dogs, the floor, and the walls.

Quirk bays in fear and worry, jerking his upright doggie body backwards, ripping off two layers of neck fur skin exposing only the thick pink muscles. A bone is not broken, so he will live. The exposed teeth on the Afghan hound glean in red blood proteins and a massive chuck of blue tinted doggie skin coat.

Quirk growls his displeasure at the beautiful mammal and then charges the dog with fighting fury.

His mistress Quip stares down Lippy and holds the weapon at his face while her peripheral vision sees the dog fight. She growls. "Stop the dog fight!"

Lippy continues to rest over the stone floor and watches the dog fight with a grin. "I don't know. I like a good cat fight. My Autocrat dog is winning."

She sneers. "Call off your dog!"

"Checkmate! Call off your dog first! Then Shee-Shee will stop fighting. She's a very nice doggie."

On the floor, her companion dog Quirk lowers his bone skull with a loud growl, aiming at the pair of skinny hind legs on the Afghan hound. The Afghan hound continues to dance side to side on its hind legs, swaying side to side with the long strands of red tinted hair while flirting with a doggie tease at Quirk and sounds with a set of tiny barks, like a puppy.

Quip leans over and then stomps the face on human male Lippy with her boot heel, holding her breath, lifting up the photon weapon. "Leave it!" Quirk swiftly obeys the voice of his mistress and quickly scoots backward from the upright Afghan hound. Quip hits Shee-Shee with a single photon ion in the color of bright purple as the female teen is overly heated and hot with worry for her family and annoyance at the Auto-crap owner, creating the highest electromagnetic hue from her biological body and the dull overhead heat from the lamps.

Shee-Shee screams in pain and then burns into a drifting column of pretty red, orange, and purple flames long dog hair, pink tissues, sizzling blood, and black tinted bone fragments. The long pile of colorful ashes slowly drops down and then land down on the stone floor with the dead dog.

Lippy screams in sadness, "Shee-Shee!"

Quip drops the weapon and points the barrel at Lippy with a sneer. "My dog never stops fighting until death. I'm sorry. This is the only way for me to rescue my family." She blasts a single ion into his face and then swiftly back steps watching the exploding human fireball. Lippy quickly burns and glows in the colors of green, red, and purple flames on top of the dark stone, dying in soft screams of pain.

Quip continues to stand in place with a set of worried and sad tears. She only wants to rescue her family. Quirk slowly limps over with the blooding neck wound, softly whimpering in pain, stopping in front of her legs. She squats down and rubs the non-injured shoulder with a stern face. "We find my family quickly and then left here quietly. We won't go back to the DEN. We start a new life somewhere else, maybe a new continent. There's a big world out there for us to live and explore, Quirk. And my dad can mend all of your doggie wounds. Hang on, buddy! Our family is here. Where is here? What is this place?" She stands upright and holds the weapon with alert and alarm scanning the room. "This is a basement setting. But I see only a curved wall of dark stone. The stone-covered staircase leads upward. I don't go that way. That way leads into the interior of the hallway. So, my family must be located behind one of the stone walls. Yes, this is a hidden prison-type room or something."

Quip glances back over her collar bone, seeing the open door that leads through the drain pipe onto the grassy woodlands. "Not the rear door! Not the side staircase! Not the side wall with large and small dog houses! My family is here somewhere," she returns back to face the forward wall and dashes ahead, slamming into the solid wall of dark stone, reaching up and touches the cool wall with a stern face. "Not the forward wall either! So, that leaves the other side wall which is straight across from the row of large and small doggie houses and the blocked staircase. But, the wall is made of solid brown tinted stone, also," she spins around and slowly advances, stopping in front of the wall. "Are you okay, Quirk?"

The Blue tick coonhound slides down over the stone while bleeding from the neck wound over the floor and places a head onto the cool floor, closing the three eyelids and conserves its doggie energy. His mistress will need his fighting doggie spirit later, after she finds her loving family members and their companion dogs.

His mistress Quip studies the solid wall with a confused brow, "Hmm! The wall actually glows with a tint of sparkles, like the stone is not stone. Yeah, the wall is faked or false," she reaches out with a shaky hand of nervousness touching the wall with an index finger. The twinkling fake wall continues to sparkle. Quip frowns. "Okay. The fake wall is not finger sensitive. So, I'm in the right spot. My family is here behind this wall," she looks down and examines a short metal table of brown tint, reaching down, pressing a single button.

The glass of brown disappears and reveals the sixth cage on the fake wall. The sixth cage shines in bright blinding light from the row of lamps on top of the ceiling and measures 20 feet wide by 20 feet long by 30 feet high which is composed of natural brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

One side wall, a teenage female wears a head of long blonde hair with a set of vertical strips of black tint and purple hue colors over the hair strands, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of green eyeballs on a short and skinny body frame. She continues to sit on top of the floor with a stern face in front of the side wall of brown tinted rock also while looking bored and lonely, without a body device for entertainment. There is a pile of girly clothes next to her elbow.

Her dog dashes around the enclosed prison room having doggie fun, playing with a set of numerous colored rubber ball bouncing on the top the ball that ricochets from it paw and then hits each wall. Then, the rolling ball collides into a stationary ball for his doggie entertainment.

Her dog is a Norwich Terrier breed dog and measures ten inches tall at the shoulder and weights eleven pounds in the color of red and black mixture of dog hairs, which is called grizzle. The doggie personality is fearless, strong, sassy, loving, and independent.

A ceiling-to-floor design shows a metal wall on the opposite side of the sitting young teen female. The metal wall contains a series of seven individual horizontal rows. Each row comprises an individual tiny metal panel which is open that twinkles underneath the artificial lamps.

Her dog continues to chase after one of the colored bouncing ball that hits and then ricochets against the rock wall back into the body of the jumping canine for both fun and exercise. In the wall corner, there is a plate of fresh food and a bowl of water for the dog. But the dog is having more fun with the interactive ball, unlike its lazy and young mistress.

Inside the basement room, Quip gasps with a sad face at the unique scene, "That poor teen girl! Where are her other family members? Who is she? Well, it is obvious for me. She is a MUTT, like me. And she and her dog got captured, like my missing family members. And they all are captives by the Autocrats. So, the rumors are not only true, but terrible. The Autocrats are experimenting on each MUTT human and their mutt dog. They probably have killed in cold blood her other family relatives. Well, the teen female looks healthy and fine, maybe bored out of her bone skull, while she is locked into a rock cave. Yeah, I'd be too. But I'm reporting this new information back to Icky and the MUTT leaders. Some brave group of MUTT soldiers need to come here and scout out each basement setting inside each Autocrat building. Don't worry, girly! Once I find my family, then I'll come and rescue you and your terrier dog. So, my family is located in the same prison cell with you. They must be inside another prison cage on this wall, too," she lifts a fist to knock on the glass and then gasps in shock. "I wonder if she can see me," she back steps with worry. "I don't want her to see me, yet. I need to find my family first." Quip continues to stand and watches both the teen and her dog.

Inside the glass cage, the dog stops playing with the ball and then swings around with a drooling tongue while staring at the set of new toys. The dog runs ahead and then collides into the row of colored balls, scattering them around the room with its doggie happiness.

The unknown teenage female ignores the pile of new clothing items and continues to wear a stern face, staring at her companion dog.

The dog spins around and collides into more balls with a soft play growl of fun while nipping at each ball. The Norwich Terrier dog breed dashes ahead and then stops standing in front of the bowl of stale food and fresh water, licking up the water. It leans over, eating some of the food, without playing with the nearest ball. The dog stops eating and spin around with a wet and food covered face, staring at her mistress, the young teen female. The dog slowly moves ahead and stops standing beside her mistress.

The young female leans over with a stern face and then pats the dog while continuing to stare at the opposite wall of metal panels.

The dog scoots ahead and wiggles side to side, sitting down beside her mistress on top of the pile of new clothes, placing a skull down into the smooth floor, closing the eyelids. The dog engages in a short slumber from it active doggie playing with the rows of colorful balls.

Inside the basement room, outside the glass pane, Quip sneers at the dog and the teen girl inside the prison cage, "Enough of this! Find my family now! Then, I'll come back and rescue you and your dog, girly," she does not power down the tinted field around the sixth cage and then slowly scoots across the brown tinted wall in both disgust and worry and stops, staring into the wall, where the particles glisten. "I hate the Autocrats. They know what they're doing to the MUTTs also. Now, I'm not confused about the MUTT War anymore. The city of Authority used to be a nice place to live and breed, since we all own and love our dog, like a sibling, but not anymore for me or her or him or she or he or my dog," Quip reaches down with a worried brow and presses the button on the console box.

The glass of dark brown turns into clear glass exposing a second glass cage room of bright blinding light and also 20 feet wide by 20 feet long by 30 feet high brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

On the side wall, there is a long wooden table with numerous plates of food where an obese male in the center chair is resting a face onto the smooth surface. The middle-age male displays a cropped hairstyle of grayish-black with a clean face and a pair of food stained lips in black tint, after consuming a plate of fresh blackberries. He is severely obese, wearing a tan colored ankle-length tunic over his fat body that displays a pale glowing skin tint. He possesses a pair of blue eyeballs that are closed between the set of wrinkled eyelids.

On top of the dining room table, there are several empty platters.

He continues sleep while his companion dog, a rich chestnut colored Irish setter plays. An Irish setter measures 25 inches tall and weighs 62 pounds with a doggie personality of playful, affectionate, lively, companionable, energetic, and independent.

The dog chases after numerous bouncing balls that hit and then ricochet against the rock wall back into the doggie body on the jumping canine for both fun and exercise. In the wall corner, there is a plate of fresh food and a bowl of water for the dog. But the dog is having more fun with the interactive ball, unlike its sleepy master.

A ceiling-to-floor design shows a metal wall on the opposite side of the sitting young teen female. The metal wall contains a series of seven individual horizontal rows. Each row comprises an individual tiny metal panel which is open that twinkles underneath the upper row of artificial lamps.

Inside the basement room, Quip frowns. "O! This is the same old room and same old scenery with an obese male, not a young teenage girl. What's the true purpose here? I don't understand." she gasps. "O! I got it now. The Autocrats want to start a zoo of MUTTs. Well, I'm really sorry large unknown fellow. I can't tote you back with me inside my wing-ship tonight. I'm rescuing my family members, who will fit nicely inside the twin wing-ship. My brother can rest on the upper board. And each parent can lie down on the floor with their dogs. But I promise. I'll report you to Icky and then he can send in a fleet of wing-ships. Bye! I'm going," she does not bother to close up the exposed glass window, scoots down to the next twinkling section on the fake wall and then stops.

She reaches down with a stern face and presses the single button on the short metal table with a fourth brown tinted metal console box.

The third prison cage illuminates into an array of bright blinding light coming from a row of overhead lamps on top of the ceiling inside a five-feet wide by five feet long by ten feet high of dull yellow paint over the rock walls, floor, and the ceiling while exposing a set of two separate tables. One top of high table, there is a naked teenager male, who is positioned on top of the metal in a spread-eagle pose. The teen male is tall and skinny with a tone of pale tinted skin, a head of shoulder length blonde tinted hair, a full facial beard of yellow hue, and a pair of dark eyeballs. He is unconsciousness in slumber.

His dog rests on the side of the body in deep slumber also. The canine is a large-sized work dog that was called Great Pyrenees. A Great Pyrenees breed displays an affectionate, strong-willed, fearless, confident, and patience doggie personality. His dog possesses a white tinted coat with patches of yellow hue of long fur. The nose and the lips of the dog is solid black hue. The canine measures in height at 30 inches, weighting 160 pounds.

Inside the basement room, Quip gasps in shock and covers her eyeballs with a cupped hand and a smile. "That male teen is naked on top of the metal table," she drops the hand and then gasps in shock. "His arm is damaged. No. His arm is broken below the elbow. The male's injured. What are the Autocrats doing to you, young male? I'm so, so sorry, young teen. The Autocrats have created a zoo of torment and torture. The male's unconscious like his dog. That's a good thing! I bet that injury hurts," she gasps with alarm," Mom! Dad!" She does not close up the glass pane and swiftly dashes down the fake wall, stopping in front of the next twinkling section. She reaches down with a shaky hand and a heavy heart of worry, sobbing with tears in terror.

The first two prison cages had displayed a young female teen and an obese mature male. The third prison cage is a teen male.

She presses the button and stares through the hot tears on a pair of blurry eyeballs, feeling faint and worry for her missing family members and then whispers. "I want to see my parents here and then I don't wanna see my parents here."

The fourth prison room illuminates with a set of bright overhead lamps inside a five feet wide by five feet long by ten feet high of dull yellow paint over the rock walls, floor, and the ceiling while exposing a set of two separate tables.

One top of the high table, there is a naked elderly male, who is also positioned on top of the metal in a spread-eagle pose like the naked teen male. The elderly male is short and skinny with a tone of dark skin, a head of shoulder length gray hair and full facial beard of matching gray hue, and a pair of brown eyeballs, where the eyelids are closed shut.

His companion dog rests in sleep on the side of the body on top of an individual metal operating table inside the new glass cage. The elderly man's dog is a medium sized dog known as a Malinois. A Malinois breed displays a stubborn, hard-working, protective, watchful, alert, confident, active doggie personality. His dog possesses a gray body with all four legs and the skull tinted in black tinted with a curled tail of gray hue, measuring in height at 26 inches, weighting in at 60 pounds.

Inside the basement room, Quip exhales with relief. "It's a sleeping old man and his sleeping old dog. My parents are not here," she turns with a worried brow and stares down the rest of the brown tinted fake wall with a whisper. "Where are my parents? There must be more hidden prison cages behind his fake wall," she returns back with a worried brow and stares down into the new prison cage. "Well, old man, you look healthy. Your dog wears a bandage sling in its hind leg, where it has been broken or sprained. I guess a dog is a man's best friend. Your dog saved your life from the Autocrats, thou. I can't help you, now, but much later. I'm so sorry that the Autocrats are a set of evil and mean villains that have harmed you. But you're just unlucky in both war and love. But I promise that I'll report this to Icky. He can go and get you outta of here. I gotta find my parents," she does not bother to close up the glass pane and dashes down the fake wall, stopping in front of the next twinkling section. She exhales and then inhales without calming down her emotions, examining the rest of the fake wall. There is about ten more feet until the wall ends.

Quip exhales with worry. "My parents are here. I know it, but I'm so scared and nervous and upset. If they're injured, then I'm taking them back to the DEN for medical treatment by Dr. Freckles. And I'm swiftly returning back here to the capital City-Provenience and personal finding and then killing First Daughter Gladino and all her relatives with my bare hands that will hold an individual photon gun. She's the cause of the MUTT War. She could stop this, if she possessed a human heart. However, Gladino must have substituted her human organ during her DNA genetically body mutation process for a metal one," she reaches down and presses the button, sobbing with tears of fears.

The fifth glass window displays an illuminate room of five feet in length by five feet in wide and ten feet in height. The three rock walls are painted in dull yellow hue. There are two separate tables similar to the setting inside the teen male and the old man's enclosed cages. Both of the tables stand high up from the floor.

On top of the first table, a naked child of pale skin tone with a shoulder length blonde hair is tied down in a spread-eagle pose over the naked metal, without the benefit of a warm blanket. Each limb is bounded inside a metal clamp at a crooked elbow and a kneecap, only. His waistline is held down by a strip band of metal preventing the child to move or escape from his captures.

On the top of the high second metal table, a long, large dog rests on its side. A dog is a Borzoi breed and measures 26 inches in height and 80 pounds in weight. A Borzoi breed possesses an intelligent, respectful, gentle, athletic, quiet, independent doggie personality.

The dog displays a dark red and white furry coat. Each front and rear skinny dog limb has been stretched out and then clamped down at each forepaw. The nose muzzle and the pair of closed eyelids on the dog face the side wall of dull yellow tinted painted rock. The mammal is asleep with a sedation drug.

Inside the basement room, Quip yells with tears and then pounds the glass. "No! No! My brother, that's my brother Naroo. No! No! The Autocrats are kidnapping and then torturing all of the young MUTT children, including my brother. No! No! My brother is only ten year old and so skinny and frail. They're starving him to death and breaking his bones. He wears a leg sling from a broken bone. I hate the Autocrats. I'm killing them all. I hate them all. Naroo! Naroo, can you hear me? No! No! He can't hear me through the thick glass. And he is unconscious from his body pain and broken arm. Get him! Get him out now!" She spins around with a worried brow and scans the room. "No hammer. No shovel. No piece of working equipment is located down here in the basement. I need help now. No! I can do this," she turns and then dashes down the rest of fake wall, skidding to a halt with a gasp, "Mom! Dad!"

She back steps from the edge of the rock wall and then stands in front of the last glittering panel, reaching down with a shaky hand, pressing the single button on the small machine that stands on top of the short metal table. She swallows the tears of terror and fear for her missing parents.

The brown tinted wall brightens into light.

The last solid glass window pane shows another enclosed interior room which has been chiseled out into a semi-square shape with an array of bright artificial lamps on top of the rock ceiling. The illuminated room measures 20 feet in length by 20 feet in wide and by 20 feet in height. The other three rock-coated walls and the rock-coated ceiling display the same hard brown rock inside the basement space. Inside the middle of the room, there are two silver tinted metal tables which are ten feet apart from each other.

On top of one naked hard cold-plated silver-tinted metal table, there is a naked female, who is curled into a tight ball without a blanket and is asleep, without seeing the new set of visitors that was staring down at her. The short and skinny but extremely healthy female wears a head of long sandy blonde hair, a tone of light skin, and a pair of brown eyeballs, behind the closed eyelids.

On top of a second naked, silver-tinted metal table, a Boston Terrier breed dog sleeps in peace. Her companion dog measures 16 inches in height and 18 pounds in weight with a possessing a coat of black short hair with white markings on the chest, the neck, and the two front legs. A Boston Terrier dog displays a friendly, lively, and intelligent doggie personality.

Inside the basement room, Quip stares at the young unknown female adult with a sneer. "You're not my mother either. Where are my parents? I have found my brother, who is alive and injured. So, I'll rescue my brother first and then I'll keep searching and find my missing parents next. How do I get into the glass room without breaking the glass window," Quip back steps with a worried brow and then stops in front of the prison cage with her brother, pounding with both fists on the solid glass wall while stinging the flesh on both of her hands. She worries with a deep sigh, "This is a solid thick glass panel. I can't break it with an object. I can melt it, but I must jump down into the pit, where my brother stays. And my brother wears a broken leg also. He can't climb back up here on his own accord and then stand and leave out from the basement room. Okay! Okay! Think. Think faster! There's a hidden entrance that goes behind the wall of glass. Yes, there's a back door," she slides to the side and gently taps on the glass with a stern face, touching the stone floor with a gasp.

The wall disappears and then reappears as a dark stone.

"This is not a solid wall of dark brown rock," she drops down on the floor and then reaches out with a hand and a giggle of excitement. "This is a hologram, a clever hologram that replicates the dark stone. This is the back door into each glass prison that I'm searching for. Quirk, come here! Go forward through the hologram image. This brown rock is a pretend fake wall that won't hurt your body."

Her companion dog Quirk slowly stands upright from the floor still bleeding over the dark stone and then slowly moves ahead, without hesitation, strolling through the hologram. Then, the wall reappears in dark stone as Quirk disappears from Quip's eyesight.

Quirk crawls ahead over the stone floor and through the hologram image, slowly moving down a long, dark, and narrow enclosed tunnel, seeing the dull light in the distance and then exits the enclosed tunnel. The dog stands upright, slowly turning to face a second hallway, slowly limping ahead toward the closed door. She stops based on her keen nose holes and slowly stands on the rear hind legs, leaning onto the third metal door, sounding with a loud bay like he has treed the prey.

The hallway is a rough semi-curved set of two walls, a smooth hard floor surface, and a jagged set of pointy ceiling spikes between a row of individual dull lamps of light. One side wall contains brown tinted solid rock. The other wall is solid brown rock also with a double set of two red colored doors, side by side, where a person can enter into one of the prison cages to talk or take the prisoner.

Inside the enclosed tunnel, her mistress Quip continues to crawl on all fours and shouts out loud while calming her companion dog. "I hear you, Quirk. I'm coming!" She exits the same tunnel and swiftly stands from the floor, wiping off the tiny particles of dust, turning to face the hallway and Quirk. She dashes ahead and then stops, standing beside the second door on the side wall with a sour frown at the standing dog. "What's wrong with your tracking senses, Quirk? My brother is located inside the second glass prison hold, not that one. That's too far down the hallway" she exhales with a smile. "Well, you're a dog, not a human. I do the counting of numbers. You do the killing of dogs," she reaches out with a laugh and touches the metal door.

The door opens and reveals a square-shaped room, where the naked and unknown young adult female rests on top of a naked table with her companion black and white Boston terrier.

Quip dashes inside and then stops, standing beside the naked table with a sneer. "What's this? This is the wrong person. This isn't my brother," she scans the room. "This is the first glass prison, not the second glass prison," she back steps with a confused face from the first prison cage into the empty hallway and then swings to face the first closed door. "If the second door opens the first room, then the first door will open the second room," she slides sideway and touches the first door. The door vanishes and then reveals a solid wall of brown stone. "No!" She turns with a sigh to see her dog. Quirk continues to stand upright on its rear hind legs in front of the third metal door loudly baying the prey. She spins around and dashes to the third door. "Okay. I'm wrong. You're right," she reaches out and touches the door, revealing the second glass room.

She races ahead to her brother and stops beside the naked table with a gasp. The right leg on her brother is broken, without a hard cast, and as his broken bone is pulled sideway, showing massive amounts of his dried blood over the table, his naked leg, and the floor. She gasps in alarm. "O no!" She reaches down and slaps her own clothing, wearing a short-sleeved dirty shirt, a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, and a set of unpolished cowgirl boots. "I can't go naked either. Someone might see me. My brother is naked, hurt, and unconscious. He needs clothes first. I know that teen girl had a pile of clothing inside her prison cage. I...I go and get you some clothes first, Naroo. And then I'll dress you, real pretty. But I still can't lift and then carry you all the way down the drain pipe," she scoots over and stops with a worried brow, examining his companion dog on top of the parallel naked steel table. "His dog is unconscious, but isn't hurt," she reaches out and gently touches the dog, feeling a steady heart beat and a shallow breathing rhythm within the doggie sleep. "I definitely can't tote that big animal. How do I get my brother outta of here? I know. The pile of clothes inside the same glass prison with the teenage girl, there was a set of food trays on top of a wooden table. I can cut a long chunk out from the wooden table with the photon weapon into a narrow pallet and then place my unconscious brother on top, dragging the pallet over the floor and down the pipe to the wing-ship. Yeah, that'll work," she reaches down and touches his smooth cheekbone with a worried brow and a whisper. "Don't worry, Naroo! I'm here and getting you out," she spins around and dashes ahead toward the open archway with a stern face. "Come on, Quirk! My brother needs a set of clothes and a small carrying pallet for his injured body."

Quip exits the second glass prison room and then turns to face the long hallway, jogging down to the next section of doors and stops with a smile. She stares at the intersection of two closed doors. "Okay. This is the fifth and the sixth doors lead into the fifth and sixth prison cages, respectively. Now, if the second door opens the first room, then the same illogic concept should work here. I guess. I think. The sixth door should open the fifth room with the teen girl and the pile of clothing." She reaches out and touches the metal door.

The door opens and reveals a square shaped room in brown colored rock that holds a playing dog and a sitting teen in the wall corner. Her companion Norwich terrier breed dog spins around with a ball in the mouth, dropping the ball, softly barking an alert to his mistress and then wiggles the tail with friendliness. The teen female slowly stands upright from the floor and turns, staring with a sour frown at Quip. "Finally, someone has come to take me back home. Where are my parents? Thanks!"

Inside the open archway, MUTT Quip lifts up the photon weapon, firing at the helpless teenage girl. The teen girl loudly screams in pain and then swiftly burns into an upright pile of colorful ashes. Quip whispers for her eardrums only. "Sorry! I can't leave any eyewitnesses. My family comes first and foremost. And we're escaping in secret."

The Norwich terrier dog turns to see her mistress and then flips a face with a terrible growl, pawing the floor surface for the upcoming attack to the stranger.

Blue tick Coonhound Quirk takes a forward step ahead from the archway planning to attack the foreign growling terrier.

"Stay, Quirk!" She swiftly swings the weapon at the strange dog and then releases a photon ion. The single ion discharge quickly burns the growling dog into a colorful pile of ashes also. She dashes inside and then stops, lifting up an armful of the girly teen clothing to dress her naked brother, pack his leg wound, and line the hard pallet with the soft fabrics for transport out of the basement into the wing-ship. Then she will fly them back to the Den for medical treatment.

Quip back steps from the wall corner with a stern face, dances sideways, and stops, standing a few feet in front of the wooden table. She lifts and fires the weapon, burning a narrow-sized square-shaped chunk from the edge of the wooden eating table. The food trays slide off and land down onto the floor with a loud crash. The burning table chunk finally departs from the edge on the table also slamming down on top of the floor on top of the food trays.

She moves ahead and hooks the photon weapon onto the empty belt loop, squatting down beside the chunk of wood, tying each clothing piece together while creating a long cloth rope with a worried brow. She must hurry and leave the basement room, before one of the other Autocrats comes back to check on their dead co-worker that rests in a pile of colored ashes. "Quirk, come here beside me, boy! You must become a sled dog for a few minutes and transport Naroo outta of here, until we all reach the wing-ship together. Then, you can fly on top of the upper board again. I'll place my brother on the floor with his leg injury. Then, we all go back to the Den for rest, food, and help."

Quirk slowly limps inside the new room, feeling the pain in the neck bite, and then stops beside his mistress. He's a tough, strong, and brave companion and can handle the doggie pain and the transportation of the heavy wooden pallet.

She reaches over and then lifts the end of the heavy pallet, wrapping the long cloth ropes of cloth around the wood and then tethers a thick piece of the cloth rope onto the good shoulder on her dog. "Look, Quirk! I'm tying the long strands that creates a cloth rope around the wooden piece and your good shoulder, not the injured one. You're the engine on your small locomotion train. I'm the caboose. I'm going to lift the end of the heavy wood with my human muscles. You only need to move forward like a ship engine with your mighty doggie power. We move into the prison cage with my brother Naroon first and then load him onto the top of the wooden pallet. Then we work together and slowly get out of the basement level first. Then, you stay with my brother Naroo and the wing-ship for protection. I'm come back and wake up his companion dog. The dog is not injured, just asleep. The dog can walk on his own back to the wing-ship," she wraps and then ties the cloth rope around the non-injured shoulder on Quirk. The dog whimpers in pain while acting brave for his mistress.

Quip reaches over with a stern face and gently pats the top of the cloth rope on the back spine of her dog. "You can do this, Quirk. I know that your shoulder bite hurts. But we'll be back at the DEN within an hour or so. Freckles can fix your shoulder. I'll leave you there while I go back out to find my parents," she stands upright with a deep sigh of worry and back steps beside the wooden pallet, stopping at the end, lifting the end piece with a heavy grunt and a strained voice. "Go, Quirk!"

Quirk wiggles side to side in place wearing the cloth rope and does not move forward, leaning down, sniffing the floor with his sensitive nostrils.

Quirk stands in place and holds the edge of the heavy wooden pallet with grunt. "What's wrong, Quirk? What do you smell? Is it the old food tray or a piece of stale garbage that has been left unattended here inside the prisoner room? You're hungry again. We'll steal you some food later. Get moving now! Go forward through the open archway. I'll lift up the back end of the heavy pallet made from wood. You do all the front pulling. We need to get outta of here now. Go, Quirk!"

"Hello!" An unknown young, naked female adult from the first prison cage moves inside and then blocks the open archway with a smile.

Quip continues to hold the heavy piece of wood with a sneer at the naked female. "Yeah, you did smell a piece of trash, Quirk. Get out of my face, girl!"

The naked girl tosses both arms with a smile. "Look! I only want some help here."

Quip exhales. "Hint here! You're freed now. The tunnel is on the right side of the long hallway and is open for your escape from here. Go outta of my face, girly."

"I think I need to wear a set of clothing over my naked body. Do you own a wing-ship? How did you get here? Can you give me a ride back to my home?"

Quip growls. "I walked. There's a pile of clothes in the wall corner. Help your naked self to the girly fabrics! Move ahead, Quirk! We need to go, right now!"

The unnamed naked female dashes ahead from the doorway and then passes Quirk and Quip, moving to the wall corner. She lifts and then kicks a naked foot into the pile of girly clothing. The burning fireball, that used to be the teen female, has spread her ashes over the hard floor, burning into the pile of new clothes. She frowns down at the lump of colored ashes with disguise and fear. "Did you kill that poor prisoner in here?"

Quip continues to stand and holds the heavy pallet with a sneer. "I'm so sorry to be rude and insensitive, but I'm busy. Get moving, Quirk!"

The naked girl quickly dresses in a set of non-matching clothes and spins around with an evil smile to see the back spine of the teen. "Who are you? Where did you come from? O! Is one of the caged prisoners your blood relative? Which one? I can help here too."

Quip yells. "Get moving, Quirk! We got it covered, girly. You should escape before one of the Autocrats comes back and finds you here."

Quirk slowly limps ahead with a heavy grunt a few inches and then stops, leaning down, sniffing the floor and wiggles side to side.

Quip moves ahead a few inches and then gasps in worry. Her dog is too weak to haul ahead the wooden pallet. "What's wrong, Quip? Do you smell something else?" She spins a face with a gasp to see the young unknown but clothed female adult with worry. "Where...where's your companion dog?"

The Boston Terrier dog appears and then rushes through the open doorway with a low growl, smelling the fresh blood on the Blue tick Coonhound, colliding into the dog and bites into the open wound. Blood pours from the teeth of the Terrier, over the floor, and all over Quirk.

One good shoulder and both rear hind legs on Quirk are tied onto the heavy piece of wooden pallet and as the Blue tick Coonhound dog is helpless to wiggle away or fight with his body against the shorter terrier breed.

The Terrier slides over with a set of bloody teeth and then attacks the face on Quirk. Quirk howls in pain, not able to dash sideways from the vicious biting canine. The Terrier rips off the eyeball, the ear flap, and the part of the snout as Quirk drops down to the fall and cries out in agonizing pain. Then, her mistress Quip screams in pain and shivers side to side in shock.

The young female adult races ahead with a sneer and slams into the face of Quip, reaching out, stealing the hooked photon weapon onto the belt loop. A photon weapon is not sensitive to the human touch, only the colored hue coming out from the cool barrel that is composed of the body heat and the air temperature.

MUTT teen female Quip releases the pallet and then tumbles backward, landing beside the wooden pallet in shock and fear, hearing the set of loud screams from her dog Quirk and then gasps for air molecules. She feels weak and dizzy as her companion dog Quirk is dying from the numerous vicious canine wounds.

The unknown adult female fuddles with the weapon and then swings the cold barrel, firing at the face of Quip. Quip crawls backward over the floor in terror with a set of loud screams of pain and then burns into a long plume of fire and heat into colorful ashes on top of the hard surface, dying in silent death.

Her companion dog Quirk yelps in agonizing pain and stops wiggling, closing the eyelids, and finally exhales with a sour breath in a silent death also.

"I'm sorry, nameless female and your nameless doggie. It's a doggie eat doggie world now. And I wanna live, too." the young nameless female adult dashes ahead with a deep sign and then halts inside the open archway, holding the photon weapon down at her leg, looking down at her companion Boston Terrier dog. "Let's go and help the other captured prisoners, Zorbe! They can finally escape from this hell, like us, also," she slides sideway and reaches out, touching the metal door.

The door opens and then reveals the last square-shaped room of brown tinted rock, where an obese male continues to rest a dirty face on top of the wooden table in deep slumber, not hearing the sliding door. His companion dog spins around and loudly barks at the new female.

She whirls in a circle and faces the male, twirling the photon weapon up and then targets the sleepy male, firing a single photon ion into his pair of closed eyelids. His large overweigh body slowly burns and smells from the heating flesh, sizzling blood, and grilling organs.

His dog races ahead with a low grunt to attack the stranger female for harming his master.

She turns the weapon and fires a single ion into the running dog. Then the dog explodes into a short plume of colorful burning ashes with a quick death.

She back steps with a sad face and a soft whisper. "There! All is good and gone, now! He doesn't have to worry about the Autocrat authorities here anymore. And the Autocrats can't mouth drool over their precious prisoner, tomorrow morning," she slides down the rough rock wall and then stops, standing at the fourth door, opening the door, and firing an ion at the sleepy dog and then the naked and unconscious teen male with a stern face, without a word.

She continues to open each door and sizzles each captured prisoner and their companion dog into a flaming pile of colorful ashes feeling both angry and sorrow, all at the same time. She can't take the time to rescue each prisoner. Some of the prisoners are badly wounded with a set of broken bones, probably coming from an array of the medical experiments by the vicious and evil Autocrats. This elimination method is best for each prisoner human and their prisoner dog.

She murders the teen's brother Naroo and his unconscious companion dog on top of the table last, without a word and an emotion of sadness, dashing down the hallway with her companion terrier Zorba, entering down into the tunnel, and then exits into an empty underground basement room.

She stands upright from the floor inside the basement room and sees two separate piles of burned bodies, a dog and its owner while shaking her head in sadness and silence again.

The young female adult scans the room and then sees the open archway that leads out from the basement and the building, racing ahead, moving down the drain pipe through the water puddles with her dog.

She exits into the thick cover of green tinted woodlands with worry and then slowly moves around the forestland, seeing a parked and open wing-ship over the hard surface in silence. She and her dog race ahead and then climb into the available wing-ships, closing up the dome, starting the engine. The young female is flying far away from Authority, saying with relieve and a sad heart. "Our family members are gone also, due to the MUTT War. But there're other existing and lush people continents, where we can find a new home and start a new life, besides the nasty nation of Authority, Zorba. Now, it's just you and me, partner."

The wing-ship lifts up in the air and the stops, hovering above the clouds, expanding out the pair of twin wings and then soars ahead toward a new place for a new life, without the Autocrats and the MUTTs, during the MUTT War.
CHAPTER TWELVE

Two hours and thirty minutes later...

07:33:01 hours/minutes/seconds (early morning)

Cool sunrays and cloudy sky setting

Authority Headquarters building

Parking lot location

A dull and non-shiny freight ship slowly lands on top of the rough pavement traveling through the early morning hours, coming from the hidden location of the MUTT Den. The common parking lot contains row of new, used, and abused air ships that belongs to the working citizens. A large freight ship is not noticed or noted among the working class that are not really the group of privileged Autocrats, but have adapted the regal title, since they are not an individual MUTT either.

The lines of Autocrats and their companion dogs slowly stumble out from an individual or shared airship, moving a foot toward the work building.

The hatch door on the MUTT freight ship swiftly slides upward and exposes the cool air and the cloudy sky, and a semi-crooked line of workers, who slowly move ahead and mingle while spying on each Autocrat and then secretly locate a MUTT, whose life is in danger, if the citizen and their companion dog is discovered or uncovered or found.

She is a tall, slender, pretty middle-aged woman with a head of long dark brown hair, a tone of pale skin, and a pair of amber eyes. Dimple moves out the ship with a smile and tosses both arms in the air, "Home! I'm back here at my home. I'm so happy," she drops both arms and slaps down onto the home-made dress of white hue, where she had stolen the clothing item from one of the silly teenagers.

Her female dog is nicknamed Dumpling, within the Den environment, which is an English Pointer breed, scooting around the mistress, racing ahead with a loud bark and enjoys the cool weather and dull sunshine.

Dimple was not an actually an Autocrat citizen, during her previous human female life here in the capital-provenience. But, now, she is. Dimple has finally returned back home to meet and greet with her old school acquaintance Gladino while fibbing about the hidden location of the MUTT Den. However, Dimple needs to fit into the Autocrat circle while dressing like her companion dog. Yes, it is a silly idea. But, Dimple will do what she must do to save and spare the lives of her family and get into the good graces of ruler of Authority and First Daughter Gladino.

Her embarrassing home-made dress falls down to above her kneecaps and is smeared with yellow-colored mustard seed oil in the size of pit-sized circles. The white hue of the dress and scattered circles of yellow tint match the doggie coat on her English Pointer breed dog Dumpling.

Dumpling is a medium-sized female dog, measuring 22 inches in height and 37 pounds in weight. Her dog possesses an even tempered, affectionate, loyal, amiable, active, and kind doggie personality. She is very good with children and fits well within Dimple and her family members. Her doggie coat is short, dense, and a smooth solid white sheen with a set of lemon tinted markings. Her face is solid brown with an orange tinted nose.

Dimple wears a pair of used but polished orange tinted cowgirl boots that match the color of her dog's nose, where she would look like one of the slick Autocrats.

Her husband is thirty something years old and has been nicknamed as Defense. The leaders at the MUTT Den had insisted that each new person pick out a new name. He wears a pair of faded and ripped blue jeans, a slightly dirty white tinted short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of unpolished brown tinted cowboy boots. He displays a tall and slender body frame with a tone of pale skin and a pair of green eyes. He had been birthed with a head of blonde hair. However, his wife had made him crash and dye his blonde hair with handfuls of blackberry juice that tinted his blonde locks into dark brown that matched his dog.

He moves beside his wife among the crowd of workers, like a normal work day, and cuddles a Brussels Griffon breed dog, who is named Defer. The tiny toy dog is very sturdy in build, squarely proportioned with a domed head, an under-bite, a short nose and a pair of shiny dark eyeballs. The dog is mostly silky colored black dog hairs with white strands in the chest area. The ears are cropped close and the tail is docked. The toy dog stands about eight inches in height and weighs eight pounds. The breed bonds tightly to one person with a sensitive and curious doggie personality. Thus, his master always totes the little doggie tike around the place.

Her twin boys are six years old and named Doodle and Drawer. Each boy displays short and slender body frame of pale skin, and a pair of green eyes like their father. Their natural colored hair is blond also. But their mother Dimple had colored the blonde hair into a red hue coming from strawberry juice that matched the twin Cocker. The twin boys bounce up and down, sliding side to side, plowing into the two English Cocker Spaniels, which is also known as a Cocker.

An English Cocker Spaniel breed dog possesses a happy, affectionate, friendly and loyal doggie personality. The twin Cockers come from the same litter and are named Door and Knob.

The dog breed stands 15 inches in height and weight 27 pounds, wearing a coat of solid red. The dog exhibits a set of long ears, a round head, and a feather coat. The breed possesses a pair of cat-like feet with arched toes and dewclaws. The tail is docked.

Dimple leads her family over the rough pavement on top of the parking lot and onto the smooth tan-colored stoned walkway, slowing moving through the heavy crowds, working her way towards the Authority Headquarters building. She giggles with excitement seeing her old friend Gladino and tattling on the secret location of the MUTT Den, which is located on the southern end of the continent, dreaming of her upcoming reward as a novice spy for the Autocrats.

Thirty minutes later...

08:08:08 hours/minutes/seconds

Hologram room setting

Leadership Family:

First Daughter Gladino and her Poodle breed dog Buddy

First Sister Soni and her Maltese breed dog Butterfly

First Brother Adim and his Dachshund breed dog Dandelion

Enforcer Family:

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky

Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum

Scientific Family:

Third Daughter Wana and her Bichon Frise breed dog Precious

Third Brother Vollen and his Pomerania breed dog Biscuit

Third Sister Prig and her Chihuahua breed dog Tater

A slow-moving parade of floating one-seated carriages in black tint soars down a long empty hallway coming from the open front doors inside the Authority Headquarters building. Each individual carriage contains an Autocrat, one from one of the numerous city-provinces that is elected by a majority vote of the population within the Authority continent. Each Autocrat sits upright inside a thickly padded seat that is attached to a second seat, which is slightly lower in height. Inside the smaller seat, there sits a small dog.

Each floating carriage enters into the hologram room and then slowly scoots around the air waves on top of the smooth floor, halting in front of one of an empty spot on an empty wall inside an empty room.

The middle of the floor is empty also consisting of rock-coated stones, without a colorful hologram of the defeated battle fight.

The First Family members live on the upper floor level inside the Headquarters building, but in a different part of the wing while watching out for trouble or troublemakers. Today, the three leadership carriages line against the black tinted wall side by side while staring at each floating carriage.

The Second Family had been voted to enforce all the laws and maintains the continuous peace and justice throughout the land. Today, the three carriages stop and then pose in a straight line on the same row, sitting on the opposite side row from Gladino, Adim and Sino during the morning meeting.

The Third Family members had been voted to oversee all the new scientific experiments and developments that provided monetary income or merchandise to Authority and the people. Today, the three carriages stop and then hover in a semi-crooked line on the same row, sitting on the forward wall while staring at the rest of the elected officials.

In front of an empty black tinted wall, he sits inside the solo carriage with a smile. The young male is named Second Brother Hox, who is an enforcer by career and a part of the ruling Second Family by election. He possesses a head of tan colored long shoulder length hair, a pair of dark eyes, a tone of tan tinted skin, and a black colored goatee, wearing a tan colored suit with a short jacket and a pair of matching trousers, sitting beside a small seat that held his matching tan colored Pekingese dog with a black tinted muzzle. He reaches over and pats the skull of his dog, sliding a hand underneath the belly of the sleeping mammal with a silly grin.

The Pekingese dog is seven inches in height, weighs ten pounds, and is named Bugger. A Pekingese breed dog possesses an affectionate, stubborn, aggressive, intelligent, opinionated, and good-natured doggie personality.

Next to her biological brother Hox, the young lady is named Second Sister Bishee, who is also an enforcer by career and a part of the ruling Second Family. She possesses a tone of tan skin, a pair of dark eyes, and a head of golden blonde hair. There is a set of gathered hair on top of her skull that is tied with a tiny green tinted bow which matches her Yorkshire terrier dog.

The dog's name is Yum-Yum. Yum-Yum is a small breed dog that stands six inches and weighs seven pounds wearing a section of golden hair on top of the dog's skull. The section is tied with a red bow that matches her mistress. A Yorkshire terrier breed dog has a bold, intelligent, confident, and impendent doggie personality.

Bishee is dressed in a short romper of bright green that matches her hair bow and a pair of green tinted thigh-high boots, wearing a slick grin.

Beside his biological sister, the young male is called Second Son Taxe and is also a career enforcer that is part of the Second Family of rulers. He displays a head of light blue hair, a tone of tan colored skin, and a pair of dark eyes and wears a clean and laundered light blue sleeveless vest and a pair of matching trousers, sitting beside a small seat that holds a sleepy blue tinted Miniature Pincher breed dog, who is named Sparky.

His Miniature Pincher breed weights eight pounds and is eleven inches in height with a doggie personality of playfulness, outgoing, responsive, friendly, energetic, and cleverness traits.

Spark continues to sleep on top of the soft pillow of white. Taxe reaches over with a smile and pats the skull of the dog in silence.

On the forward wall of black hue, without a window or a piece of art work, inside her floating carriage, the young female is named Third Sister Prig and works as a scientist with her siblings as part of the Third Family. She wears a body tone of black tinted skin, a pair of black tinted eyeballs, and a face of pale white. However, her pair of eye sockets is surrounded with a black mask which matches her tiny Chihuahua breed dog's face. She is dressed in a one-piece solid red tinted jumpsuit with a pair of black tinted long fingernails and a pair of red tinted lips.

Her Chihuahua dog displays a solid black coat with a black tinted mask around the two eyeballs with a white tinted mouth and lips. His name is Tater and measures in height at six inches and weighs four pounds. A Chihuahua breed dog possesses a devoted, lively, courageous, alert, and quick doggie personality. Tater wears a red tinted sweater over its naked body.

On the forward wall of empty black hue, inside his stationary carriage, the young male is named Third Brother Vollen and works along with his siblings as a scientist and helps rule on the Third Family. He wears a laundered and clean long gown of black and orange tinted fabric patches that matches his head of long hair down to the collar bone that is tinted in orange and black patches also, a tone of black skin, and a pair of brown eyes, sitting beside his matching black and orange colored Pomeranian breed dog. The dog's name is Biscuit.

Biscuit is a small bred dog that is eight inches in height and weights five pounds. A Pomeranian breed dog displays a playful, intelligent, friendly, sociable, active, and extroverted doggie personality.

Beside her brother, inside her own stationary carriage, the young female is named Third Daughter Wana and works as a scientist with her family members and friends also, ruling a part of the Third Family. She wears a tone of pale glowing skin of white, a pair of blue eyes, and a head of round-shaped hair of white hue that matches her dog. She wears a new short dress of solid white with a pair of flat shoes and sits beside a small seat that holds a Bichon Frise breed dog while Wana stares with a smile at Gladino.

Her dog is named Precious. Her Bichon Frise dog has a solid white furry coat without a pattern and a bone skull with a rounded mop of furry hair, measuring 10 inches in height and weighs 12 pounds. A Bichon Frise possesses a playful, affectionate, gentle, feisty, cheerful, and sensitive doggie personality.

On the opposite side wall of solid black, First Sister Soni is the second born sister-sibling in the family and inherits the title of "First Sister" within the new leadership family. She is twenty years of age and appears like her sister in both weight and height, only. She has genetically alternated her natural black tinted hair strands and now wears a head of long white tinted hair, where a set of long forehead bangs on top of the hair roots that has been dyed into black hue and tied into a tiny upright stick of hair like an upside ponytail with a yellow bow. She wears an ankle-length evening gown of solid white silk that matches the white silky coat of her Maltese breed dog.

On the side of her carriage, a small seat holds a sitting Maltese breed dog that is named Butterfly. Her Maltese dog breed measures in ten inches in height and weighs 8.8 pounds. The dog is a tiny toy breed that is covered in head to foot with a long, silky white hair that covers every inch of the canine including the four tiny paws. A Maltese canine possesses a playful, affectionate, lively, docile, fearless doggie personality. Butterfly possesses an upright ponytail of black hair strand that is tied with a solid yellow bow like her mistress, sniffing the air currents with curiosity and without a yelp.

Soni is married to a male, who is named Nalls, but he can never be assigned an Authority elected title like his wife. Inside the hologram room, Soni floats in a stationary pose over the smooth tiles and hovers beside her brother.

First Brother Adim is the real brother of older sister Gladino and has inherited the title of "First Brother" within the new leadership family. Adim possesses a skin tone of chocolate coated skin like his dog, wearing a pair of brown tinted walking shorts, a set of brown tinted comfortable worn sandals, and a matching brown tinted sleeveless vest, displaying a bald skull like his dog and a pair of dark eyeballs like his dog also. He is taller than his two sisters and the baby sibling of the family, but the smartest. He is nineteen years old.

His dachshund is a short-legged, long-bodied dog of solid chocolate hue, weighting twenty pounds with a height of nine inches. A dachshund dog breed possesses a playful, devoted, stubborn, lively, courageous, and clever doggie personality. She is named Dandelion.

He performs a stationary hover inside his carriage next to his sister Gladino and stares at each elected official with a stern face.

First Daughter Gladino sits inside a solo carriage and acts as the leader of Authority. But currently, she does not feel like the leader of Authority. The Autocrat army had been defeated in a terrible battle, last night. The morning mood is both gloomy and depressing as each face shows a flat expression with a sound of soft growling.

She wears a pale blue tinted short dress with a matching round-shaped hat that exposes the rear of her skull and her long black tinted ponytail, and a pair of gloves. She is always required to touch the naked hand of a worker or elitist that always set her stomach muscles into a nauseating tone of mouth burps without the green tinted vomit.

Her pair of white tinted wrist gloves always seems to un-nauseate her delicate stomach muscles.

Her Standard Poodle breed dog is coated in black silky hair over all its doggie body, like her mistress Gladino. Her Standard Poodle dog measures 14 inches in height and weighs 50 pounds and is named Buddy. A poodle breed dog possesses an intelligent, trainable, faithful, instinctual, alert, and active doggie personality.

Gladino possesses a tone of black tinted skin, a head of black colored hair, and a pair of violet tinted eyeballs on a tall and slender body at the age of twenty-five years old. She slowly scans each silly tinted face that came from a common touch of genetic altercation which matched the silly lap dog while sneering with a sour frown. "I am..."

"Dead!" Second Brother Hox jerks the photon weapon from the warm and hairy underbelly of his Pekingese breed dog Bugger. Bugger swiftly stands upright from the soft cushion and then yelps aloud at the intended target too. Hox aims the cold barrel directly at Gladino.

Inside her carriage, Gladino swiftly presses the button. A smooth cylinder cone swiftly drops down from the ceiling and then blocks the single purple colored photon ion that hits the glass cone, barely imprinting a tiny black smear. The cylinder shield rapidly descends down over the head and the upper body on Gladino, her entire carriage, and finally down into the circular set of slotted pockets on top of the floor.

This is why Gladino always parks her personal carriage in this cool spot underneath the smooth floor, because the assigned cylinder shield slides down from the top of the ceiling and protects her head, not up from the floor, protecting the bottom of the metal carriage first. And her wise mother, who also had served as First Daughter of Authority twenty-four years ago, had whispered about the death threats and the protective shield cylinder into her daughter's eardrum in secret.

The flying fireball ricochets off the thick protective glass and then collides, burning the side face on Soni. Soni screams out loud in pain, grabbing her face, dropping down on top of the control panel of the carriage. A cylinder glass protection shield rises upward from the bottom of the floor and covers her entire carriage, where the silence fire alarm has activated and then pinpointed the bonfire inside the hologram room on the floor.

Inside the cylinder, the set of twirling oxygen molecules cause her body to quickly ignite from the entrapped and expanding fireball. The screaming body of Soni swiftly burns into array of purple, green, and orange upright flames of death while consuming her head, her upper body, and her dog Butterfly within seconds.

The other Autocrats do not have time to mourn or react or help Soni.

Third Daughter Wana whips out her photon weapon and fires at Second Brother Hox with a sneering vile move.

A single pale blue tinted ion flies through the air waves and then collides into his Pekingese dog. The dog catches fire and glows in red, blue, and yellow flames. Then, the cylinder glass protection shield rises upward from the bottom of the floor and covers his entire carriage, where the silence fire alarm had activated and then pinpointed a third bonfire inside the hologram room on the floor.

Hox slaps the burning dog away from his body as the dog hits the internal glass shell, falling down onto the dry floor in a set of dying whimpers of pain. Then the dog mercifully dies on the floor inside the carriage, all alone and scared.

Hox quickly slides backward from the dying dog and the fire then slams into the glass wall, spinning around, slapping both burnt hands onto the smooth surface with an open mouth. His screaming voice of panic cannot penetrate the thick glass into the eardrums of each Autocrat.

The other Autocrats, that are not burnt dead, stare in awe at the growing fire, the entrapped Hox, and the closed glass cylinder. Some of the Autocrats reach down and slap the button, activating their hidden protection shield inside the floor for their personal protection from another crazy and insane Autocrat.

Inside the glass cylinder of Hox, the heated fire quickly spreads over the smooth metal console melting all the gears and gadgets, swiftly dropping down on the floor, hitting the end on the long gown on Hox. A creeping cascade of fireballs soars upward in the colors of silver, pink, yellow, and green, quickly consuming the long fabric and the fleshy skin on Hox. Then entire capsule glows in bright light of red, purple, blue and yellow eating away the flesh, hair strands, and organs on each life form and the metal of the carriage.

The enclosed cylinder capsule with Soni and her dog Butterfly displays a set of drifting plumes of black and brown smoke, where the hot and heated fire has eaten away the skin, the bones, the hair strands, and all the organs of each life form.

On the side wall, First Son Admin pulls out his photon weapon and aims at Third Daughter Wana in a surprise vicious maneuver.

A dark blue tinted fireball soars through the airwaves and then hits the upper chest of Wana as she screams in pain, standing upright from the chair, slapping her chest with terror and burns her hands. A new cylinder glass protection shield rises upward from the bottom of the floor and covers her entire carriage, where the silence fire alarm has activated and then pinpointed a second bonfire inside the hologram room on the floor. The fire quickly spreads and then swiftly consumes the dead bodies of Prig and her dog, glowing in tones of aqua, green, orange, and red.

Adim slaps the button. A cylinder shield covers his carriage as he smiles at burning Prig and then views the capsule of his dead sister with a sad face.

Inside the protective glass cylinder, Third Brother Vollen reaches over and grabs, cuddling his Pomerania dog Biscuit into his chest, saying with a set of tears as his voice transmits over the microphone on his carriage and then into the eardrums of each Autocrat inside a protective glass cylinder. "You killed my sister, Adim."

Inside her protection cylinder, Second Sister Bishee reaches over and cuddles her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum, saying with a sneer into the microphone, but stares with hatred at Vollen. "And she killed my brother. If I had only been quicker with my personal photon weapon? But, Adim revenged me. Thank you so much, Adim!"

Vollen pouts with a sad face, saying into the microphone. "Hox killed Sino, but he was trying to kill Gladino and then missed her. You're one slick, chick, Gladino!"

Inside her protection cylinder, Gladino smiles and says into the microphone while staring at Vollen. "Thank you!"

Inside his protection cylinder, Taxe waves the photon weapon in the air that cannot harm any other Autocrat and shouts out loud as the internal microphone picks up his voice and carries through the other protection shields. "Shut up, every pair of lips! What's going on here? What's wrong with everyone in here?"

Third Sister Prig snarls through the microphone. Her tiny Chihuahua dog stands upright from the soft pillow and then yelps at the air waves, since her mistress is upset with the current situation. Prig sneers. "Gladino, she's a sorry leader for the Authority people and her lands. She needs to resign immediately. We're losing the MUTT War. Someone, make her resign, right now!"

Taxe exhales with a deep sigh as the noise carries over the air waves into each cylinder module. "Based on all the killing events, a few second ago, the rest of us should resign immediately. Why did you kill, Wana?"

Inside the protection cylinder, Adim tosses both arms in the air, still holding the steaming weapon, saying with a sneer through the microphone to each Autocrat. "She deserved to die. She sent our Autocrat army into the battle zone last night, without protection. The dogs were slaughtered first by all the other brave, bold and smarter mutt dogs. Why is that? Because no MUTT even bothered to shoot a photon weapon at one of our mammals. They only killed the human Autocrats with accuracy and efficiency, like normal. Everyone knows that the red-photon suit contains the lower protection grid on that piece of equipment. Whose idea was that to order a red-tinted protection suit on each one of the Autocrat dogs? Do you not watch the bloody battle fight, this morning, at three am, when the recording finally hit my Dark room? I did."

"Wana?" Inside her protection cylinder, Second Sister Bishee gasps in shock and then leans over, picking up her whiny Yorkshire terrier dog, cuddling the upset mammal with a stern face.

Adim nods with a stern face, "Wana!"

"Figures!" Taxe turns with a sneer and views Vollen and then Prig.

Adim exhales with a nod. "Yeah, that's why she's dead, now and forever."

At 08:14:55 hours/minutes/seconds, outside in the dull sunlight of the early morning, the curved ancient archway of stone, in front of the Authority Headquarters building, is always open, without a set of rotating doors. On top of an empty and quite hallway, Dimple, her husband, and her twin children slowly move down the rough floor. She looks down with a puzzled brow. "The floor is uneven. Why is the floor uneven?" Her English Pointer dog breed Dumpling stands on top of the peach-colored walkway, without entering into the building, feeling worried and concerned.

Her husband slowly steps on top of an even stone while strolling beside her, cuddling his Brussels Griffon dog with a puzzled brow. "I don't know."

The set of six years old twin boys slowly waddle side to side from each uneven stone and then bounce backward into a Cocker. The twin set of Cockers acts as a pair of guard dogs, watching over the twins and protecting their lives.

Dimple carefully steps over the uneven stones with a stern face. "Come, Dumpling! We all must see Gladino. Don't be afraid! It's only a stone floor of stones like the cavern in the mountain." Dumpling continues to stand in place and then exhales with a deep doggie sigh while feeling nervous and worried with his doggie instincts. But he is here to protect his mistress at all costs. He slowly enters through the archway and then easily moves over the uneven floor on a set of steady paws, following behind the back spine of Dimple.

Behind the family unit and their set of companion dogs, a musical tune softly chimes throughout the air waves inside the hallway and into each room, "MUTT. MUTT. MUTT..."

Dumpling halts with a soft growl and then swiftly spins around, facing the dull sunlight without seeing a new person but hears the soft musical tone with confusion.

Dimple continues to step on top of the even part of the uneven floor with a stern face. "Dumpling, come on! We all must hurry now."

Dumpling spins around with worry and then easily moves ahead, strolling with his mistress Dimple, feeling nervous and worry with his doggie senses.

Her husband stares ahead in the far distance, seeing only the parallel dark stone walls and matching the stone floor, without the sight of an elected official. "Where are we going, Dimple?"

She points ahead at the empty hallway with a smile and a nod. "We follow this hallway all the way down to the end of wall, which leads into the throne room of Gladino. Then, we stand before Gladino and plead for our lives and then offer the secret location of the MUTT Den. Then, we go back to our house and enjoy our day, before we report to our new jobs as a pair of new Autocrats."

"That's sound like..."

"Voices. I'm hearing a set of voices. Excellent! Gladino is here."

"Good! I'm sick to death of the living in a cold stone house. I miss our warm house and our warm dishes and our warm furniture..."

The twins slowly dash ahead while their Cockers steer the children back in front of their parents with love.

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Inside the hologram room, the musical chime sounds with a soft tone, "MUTT. MUTT. MUTT..."

The voice of Vollen echoes through the microphone into each pair of eardrums, cuddling his dog. "You should be dead, too, Adim."

Adim points back at Vollen with a sneer that echoes through the microphone also. "Yeah! You should be dead also. I totally agree. And it's a good thing that your body is covered up in a vertical glass container. Or you would be dead..."

"Shut up!" Taxe exhales with annoyance at the entire group of Autocrat leaders and then sneers into the microphone. "We have more war decisions to make, right here and right now."

Prig frowns with frustration to each Autocrat. "No! There are not anymore war decisions to make right here and right now. We're losing the war decisions. We're losing the MUTT War. The warring people are getting quite sick and worried and frustrated and scared, like me. Everyone is tired of fighting and wants to quit the MUTT War too. I wanna quit the MUTT War, too. I wanna go back to the way it was before the MUTT War."

Bishee frowns. "Gladino, do something! You're our leader. As our leader, you need to may a decision."

Vollen sneers. "You need to surrender to the MUTTs, before I die from an accuracy photon ion coming from your brother."

Adim frowns. "What is happening here? What is wrong with each one of our war decision? Tell me! Can someone tell me what and why we are doing wrong? Or each one of us will become like the last and latest army of cold and dead Autocrats last night?"

"I can explain, as long as, one does not try to shoot me into the afterlife," Taxe laughs.

Prig flips a hand near her smile. "Good for it, Taxe! And if I don't' like your answer, then Vollen will shot you for me. Ain't that right, Vollen?"

"That is correct, sister dear!" Vollen laughs.

Taxe smiles inside the protection glass cylinder. "A dog sees our world differently from me and you and you and you and you, since you are classified as a human. However, their eyesight has evolved to only see what a dog needs to see, not what a human must see. An individual eye retina comprises a rod and a set of cone receptors. A cone controls color discrimination and requires bright illumination like rays of sunlight or beams of artificial lamps. The eye rod works best within dim light like a pair or cat eyeballs. A dog has more rods like a cat, where the eyeballs of a dog can see much better in dim light than me and you. A dog only requires a quarter of the light to see an object, where a human must need to see the same object. Thus, a dog is an excellent nighttime predator for food, for fun or for fucking its mate."

Adim frowns. "A brave Autocrat is prey, not predator. What happened last night during the battle fight in White Sands? Why were all of our dogs slaughtered into death?"

Taxe exhales with a stern face. "I am getting to that part of scientific lecture, if you will close your lips, Adim. A dog lacks a number of cones that a human possesses. So, a dog cannot distinguish between the color of pretty rose or cute pink. A dog cannot distinguish the colors of bright red, orange, or bright chartreuse, which is more green hue than yellow. When a human clearly see a bright red tinted ball on top of the manicured green tinted grassy lawn, a dog is trying to see and then locate a brownish tinted object, which is the red tinted ball, within the grayish setting, which is on top of the manicured green grass. Yellow and blue colors are the best color visions for a dog."

Prig laughs. "O! Well then, we'll call and request that each MUTT alter their personal photon suit into a yellow or a blue hue, so we can finally kill and then eliminated the evil villains. Then, we can."

Taxe nods. "A dog possesses 20/75 eyesight vision. A dog sees an object twenty feet away, where a human sees the same object seventy-five feet in distance. However, a dog can see movement at great distances almost a half-a-mile away much better than a human."

Adim frowns. "So, what do we do now?"

Taxe nods. "A dog's sense of smell is forty times greater than a human. So, a dog will trust its nose over its pair of eyeballs. If a human is holding a bright red ball that smells like a piece of meat, then the dog will attack the human, if hungry or for fun, if playing. The end!"

Bishee smiles with a nod. "There's the correct solution. We get each MUTT to hold a piece of raw bloody meat for an Autocrat dog. Then our dog will attack and then kill the evil villain," laughing.

Taxe nods. "Every human possesses a set of receptors for a wavelength of light that creates color. A butterfly can see more colors than a human. A dog, a cat, a mouse, and a rabbit all possess very poor color vision. A monkey, a squirrel, a bird, an insect, and fish can see a good range of light. A pit viper sees by feeling the heat in an object. Colors are presented as different wavelengths of visible light. The color of the object depends on what kinds of light it absorbs and which it reflects. Different elements and compounds absorb different wavelengths of light. Then the color results from that light bounces back and hits the eyeball.

"A green tree leaf is made of green wavelengths and absorbs other elements. When the air temperatures cool and the warm sunlight fades, the chlorophyll in a tree leaf breaks down the green color and then reveals the compounds hue of yellow, orange, and red. The set of new colorful wavelengths hit our eyeballs and then becomes a new range of color, because the color is product of the brain. A human possesses three cone cells, which are responsible for color vision in our eyeballs. We have receptors that form an individual wavelength that creates the colors of red, green, and blue. So, a human is able to see a combination of these color.

"A dog possesses only two cones, which are designated as blue and yellow. A butterfly possesses five cone receptors. A shrimp possesses twelve cone receptors."

Bishee frowns, "Shrimp! Shrimp? Why did you mention a piece of ugly shrimp that I ate? Are you calling me fat, again, Taxe? I'm telling our father, again."

Prig growls through the microphone. "You're wrong as usual, Taxe. My dog, your dog, and any dog can see the color of red as I am the scientist here."

Taxe nods. "Yes, you are sorta right, Prig. A human can see the red tinted round-shaped ball at the distance of ninety feet. A dog must run ahead and become closer within twenty feet and then its canine eyeballs can distinguish the red tinted round-shaped ball from the green tinted grass or the black tinted pavement. Now, I'm going to drop down my cylinder glass and then demonstrate with an example. So, don't shoot me for being a smartass," he laughs and then presses the button. His glass cylinder drops down and exposes his smile, his upper body, and his companion dog.

He gently tosses out a small red tinted ball into the middle of the empty floor as the ball continues to roll over the smooth surface and travel further away from his carriage. Then, he reaches over and grabs his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky from the soft cushioned pillow with a smile, stomping down the gear pedal on the floor. The narrow door parts open on the carriage. He leans down and then releases the dog onto the floor with a smile. "Fetch, Sparky! Go and get the red tinted ball!"

The little dog name Sparky dashes ahead with a panting tongue, skipping to a halt with a soft yelp, scanning the room for the red tinted ball. The red tinted ball stands in front of the parked carriage of Adim, which is out of the doggie eyesight without movement.

Inside the exposed carriage, Taxe laughs and points at the ball. "Sparky has proved my valid scientific point. The bright red ball is visible to each one of your naked eyeballs, but it is very difficult for my dog or your dog or his dog or her dog to see that stationary red ball on top of the white floor, because it is a black colored object that is not moving. And it is too far way for his eyeballs to distinguish the object. When a human sees a red tinted ball in the middle of a green grass, a dog is trying to find a brownish looking object. Come back here, Sparky! I don't want the photon ion from Adim to sear your skin." Sparky spins around with a panting tongue and dashes back into the cupped hands of his master Taxe while yelping with happiness. Taxe stands upright and cuddles his dog with a smile.

"Gladino..."

Each face swiftly turns with a stunned look to see new voice, staring with a gasp of puzzlement. Dimple, her family members, and her companion dogs all stand in a tight huddle a few feet inside the hologram room archway on top of the smooth floor, staring back with a set of hand waves and smiles to Gladino.

"Me..." Vollen gasps.

"Mine..." Bishee exhales.

"MUTT..." Taxe yells.

"My...." Dimple slaps her chest with a giggle and continues to stare at Gladino.

The other glass cylinders roll down from the upper body of every Autocrat, but Gladino. Then the exposed Autocrat fires a photon weapon at the smile on Dimple, who stands in the middle of her biological family. The array of colored photon in purple, dark blue, pale blue, and green tones slams into numerous individual body parts on each upright MUTT.

Dimple catches a purple colored photon ion in her hair strands and then quickly burns into fire as a tall stick of green and pink flames. Her English Pointer Dumpling stumbles sideways into the fireball of her mistress, catching fire over its body, yelping in pain. Then the two balls of merge and form a gigantic tower of heated red, blue, yellow and pink flames.

A series of flying and different colored photon ions soars through the air waves and then hit into the face of each twin, quickly burning the skin on each small human. Each twin grabs a face and then dashes backward, tumbling into the long legs of their father, falling down in a leap of heated flames of orange, green, yellow, and purple fire. Each Cocker drops down in yelping pain, landing at the feet of the father and on top of each twin, burning into a pile of colorful ashes.

The husband of Dimples is hit in the chest with a series of individual photon ions, burning with a ball of fire through his companion dog and his chest cavity, and then splitting his body in half. The upper human chest in fire and all of the melting body parts on his companion dog fall backwards, landing on top of the smooth rock tile in a rainbow pile of indigo, pink, green, and lavender ashes. The lower human body quickly melts away the clothing and all of his skin and organ tissues, and then drops down over his twin children and their individual Cocker breed dog creating an upright bonfire of red, blue, and yellow high plumes of fiery flames, killing the three MUTTs and the three mutt dogs.

A cylinder glass protection shield quickly rises upward from the bottom floor and then covers the burnt and dead body of Dimple and her dead dog Dumpling, and the rest of her dead and burning family members and the other companion dogs, where the silence fire alarm had activated and then pinpointed a new bonfire inside the hologram room on top of the floor.

Against the wall, Adim frowns at the two colorful pretty fireballs inside the enclosed cylinder, which quickly continues to cook all the bones and tissues on the four dead humans and four dead companion dogs. "Who was that, Gladino?"

Gladino stares at the cylinder watching the individual body part burn and then melt off exposing the skeleton of each human, saying with a stern face. "I do not know."

Prig sneers at the pretty fireball inside the enclosed cylinder also. "Well, she knew of you."

Bishee nods with a stern face at the same pretty fireball. "She was a MUTT, Prig! Now, all the live and breathing and annoying MUTTs are dead and burning. And anyways, everyone knows Gladino and me and you, because everyone had voted for us to rule our homeland of Authority. Catch some new neurons, Prig!"

Taxe exhales with annoyance and sadness. "The death show is over. Now, we mourn our losses, both last night and this morning. Now, we rack our minds and rocket it the gleaming question: what are the MUTTs and how to defeat the MUTTs, right here and right now, before we all look like the colorful piles of ashes inside that cylinder case. There will be no fighting amongst our selfish and arrogant selfies. Do you hear me! I carry a photon weapon also. I'm leaving to go and arrange for a sweeper bot to come and collect the burnt and tiny human remains of my brother," he presses the button with a stern face. His floating carriage slowly moves away from the wall and then turns to face an open archway, performing a putt-putt over the air waves, staring at the enclosed cylinder. The cylinder displays one large bonfire of pink, green, yellow, orange, silver, and red flames that continue to cook all the hair strands, exterior skin, bones, blood vessels, and every organ on Dimple, her four dogs, and her three other family members. He continues to fly and passes Gladino sneering into the microphone. "I will leave you with this mess of the war and the dead MUTT bodies to clean up, right here and right now, Gladino. Let's go, Bishee! We have work to do. A team of enforcers are waiting for our leadership," he exits the hologram room, slowly moving down an empty hallway, exiting the building, for his leadership work at the Enforcer building.

His sister Bishee follows behind the carriage of her brother and expresses a deep sigh of sadness for her brother and worry for her person and her homeland in silence.

Vollen presses the button. His carriage moves away from the wall and follows behind the carriage of Bishee. "Move it, Prig! We have much new scientific work to do also, as well as, arranging for the funeral burnt pieces of our dearly departed sister. Now, I'm Third Son as I'm the second sibling in line to rule the Third Family. Don't worry, Gladino! We will figure out how to defeat the MUTTs. I'm calling a new committee to meet and figure out how to adjust the photon suit to our advantage."

Prig slowly follows her carriage behind her brother Vollen and then turns to sneer at Adim. "Watch your back, Adim! Because, I'll be right behind you."

"Shut up, Prig!" The voice of Taxe echoes through the microphone inside his carriage outside the hologram room. "I'm still the head of all the Enforcers. Do not threat an Autocrat! Or you will deal with me, next!"

Inside the hologram room, Prig laughs into the microphone for Taxe to hear. "Then, I'll threaten you, too, Taxe. I stated this before. We're losing the MUTT War. And if we lose, then I'll seek my red tinted vicious revenge on both Adim and Taxe with my personal photon weapon. I can shoot it also. Mark my words!" She exits the hologram room and floats her carriage toward the front of the archway. Each carriage is stored there for the leadership meeting. She will stroll across the street and enter into the Science building with her brother Vollen while looking for a new situation to win the MUTT War. In her heart, she doesn't think that plan is possible. In her mind, she will work hard to find a solution. In her soul, she is scared and worried for her people.

Inside the hologram room, Adim watches the carriage of Prig and then presses the button. His carriage moves away from the wall, the enclosed capsule of his dead sister Sino, and his live sister Gladino. He sneers into the microphone for all eardrums to hear also. "I'll take all of your red tinted revenge, Bishee. For I can shoot my photon weapon, as I have just shown and then killed your stupid sister for her stupid decision that cost us the battle fight. So, stay mad and come and get me, Prig!" He continues to badger Prig through the microphone as his carriage exits the hologram room. He slowly performs a putt-putt down the hallway toward the front of the building. Before the archway, he will take the elevator and soar upstairs into his office, arranging for a sweep bot to come and clean up the dead remains of Soni. His sister Gladino has too much work to do for finding the key to winning the MUTT War.

Inside the hologram room, Gladino continues to park over the smooth tile, without harm, turning to stare at each enclosed glass cylinder capsule of burnt and dead humans. Each capsule displays a dull brown tint of floating and drifting human ashes that coat the glass and the air. She reaches over and then slaps the button on the console of the carriage chair. The protection cylinder slowly lifts up from the floor and then hides back into the ceiling slot.

She slaps a new button with a stern face. Her individual carriage floats up from the floor and then slowly spins around to face the open archway, without a set of doors that could damage the machine and the mistress. She floats ahead with a soft sneer without seeing another Autocrat with her blurry eyeballs of moist tears for the dead, who really are victims of the MUTT War. "The meeting has ended."

At 09:09:09, inside the main hallway, First Daughter Gladino slowly performs a putt-putt over the smooth tile and exits the hologram room. Her brother Adim will arrange for the funeral of the dead bits, that is left of their sister Sino. She continues to guide her carriage down an empty hallway. The other surviving Autocrats are heading back to work. Her Poodle dog Buddy sits on top of a second padded seat of black velveteen, leaning over, touching her cheekbone with a soft yelp of worry, after watching the terror interaction of fire and life forms.

Buddy is a male and wears a blue colored short tutu around the torso like a female, which deeply entertains Gladino.

Inside the inner hallway of the Authority headquarters, Gladino slows down the speed and then gently turns sailing down an empty hallway of gray tinted stone that designates her private office space, alone, where each stone wall does not display a glass window or a piece of art work or a portrait of the past leader's face. She halts at the end of the hallway and faces a solid wall, parking the carriage on top of the stone with a stern face and a slight jolt to her body inside the machine. She kills the engine power and then slides off the seat, standing in front of the gray solid wall with a smile as her tall and black tinted standard male poodle Buddy leaps off its seat and dashes around the front of the carriage, stopping and sits beside the leg of her mistress, staring at the face of the solid gray wall also.

On top of the rough stone floor, Gladino wobbles side to side with a sigh of annoyance and then slowly paces in a sideway direction, moving away from her parked carriage with a grin, counting with a set of moving lips in silent while facing a solid wall of gray stone. She stops at the magical mathematical number that only she knows from her mother. Her mother had served and then retired as the former leader of Authority.

Gladino squats down on top of the rough stone. Buddy stops and stands a few feet away from the back spine of Gladino. Gladino leans over, placing her five fingertips down into an individual exposed dented groove on top of the uneven and rough stone rock. The stone floor is built with a series of individual uneven rock that possessed waves of indentations, grooves, and dips, where a flat shoe sole can easily trip and then fall down onto the rough floor. The floor surface has been built with that method for a specific Authority purpose.

Gladino feels the rumble of the uneven stone and then swiftly stands upright from the stone, scooting backwards with a stern face, standing next to Buddy. She reaches down and gently pats his fluffy hair on the soft skull with a deep sigh from a disappointing day.

The gigantic individual gray stone continues to move backwards and then rumbles with a louder tone as Buddy stares in silence at the gray tinted stone ceiling with doggie clarity.

The individual rolling gray tinted stone halts with a loud snap as the hallway becomes silence again. On top of a gray stone floor, a new opening lies flush with the uneven floor. The opening leads down into the basement of the Authority headquarters building.

Gladino advances ahead over the uneven rock with great care in her heeled shoes. Her Standard Poodle Buddy follows behind her mistress. Gladino stops at the edge of the floor and then slowly climbs down a white tinted staircase of steps with a stern face. "Maybe, Lippy can provide some new information today for winning the MUTT War," she carefully moves down each step in her heeled shoes.

Buddy quickly races down on four steady dog paws with happiness and then stops, standing upright on top of the hard surface, sniffing the foul air with confusion inside the basement setting.

The basement space engulfs half of the foundation in the headquarters building and is composed of dark brown rock that has been roughly chiseled into a lousy square-shape which forms two slightly curvy line rather than two straight upright walls that slam into the center of the room. The matching brown tinted ceiling has been molded with an array of pointy stiletto downward sharp rock points that barely misses the top of each set of hair roots, where the room has been created with danger and intrigue.

The forward wall is composed of some type of dark shiny material which glittered underneath the row of artificial lamps on the ceiling.

Gladino stomps down the last step and then slowly moves away from the rock-coated staircase, halting with a gasp. The quiet and empty floor space in the basement room contains two separate piles of burned bodies, a dog and its owner. She dashes ahead with a worried face and then stops in front of the longer pile of burned and pale green colored ashes, recognizing the contents of a tall human body. "This is Lippy, without a doubt. He was the only occupant inside the basement room at all times. No one knows of this secret dark and cold place, but my brother and my dead sister. I'm so sorry, Lippy. One of the MUTT prisoners had escaped and then grabbed your photon weapon, zapping your body into a set of pretty pale green dust particles. Why would you keep your photon weapon down here anyways for protection? How did one of the MUTT prisoners escape from the enclosed laboratory room? Which one is missing?" She gasps in panic. "Where did the MUTT prisoner go? This day, so far, has been a big disappointment and getting bigger. And it's not even lunch time. Buddy, go and find the escape door that the MUTT took! I must secure the building and the capital-provenience, if all possible without the aid of nasty Taxe and his group of nasty Enforces. I don't think the MUTT is here any longer. the dead body of Lippy is cold and gray tinted ashes. He has been dead for hours, maybe, late yesterday afternoon."

Buddy slowly moves ahead with a soft whimper toward a second pile of ashes and then halts, leaning down, sniffing the remains with a soft yelp. He recognizes the odor as his doggie friend Shee-Shee.

Gladino spins away from the ashes of Lippy with a sad face and slowly moves ahead to face the glass wall that's lighted and exposed. "I know, Buddy! I saw the second pile of cold and dark green tinted ashes also. That's Shee-Shee! The MUTT prisoner has no heart murdering an innocent dog, like Shee-Shee. Go on, Buddy! Find the escape route for me!"

Buddy back steps from the ashes of Shee-Shee and scoots around the dry pile, dropping a nose down onto the floor, sniffing for the new odor of the killer, and then slowly strolls around the floor.

In front of the wall, Gladino stops and stares at the middle room of five with gasp. The enclosed room is similar in height and width to a private sleeping bedroom that is located behind a solid glass transparence wall.

The third room is illuminated with a set of bright overhead lamps inside a five-foot wide by five feet long by ten feet high space of dull yellow tinted paint over all the rock walls, the floor, and the ceiling while exposing a set of two separate tables. One top of high table, there is a pile of cold and red tinted ashes that used to be the body of a naked elderly male on top of the naked metal operating table. The elderly male had been short and skinny with a tone of dark skin, a head of shoulder length gray hair and full facial beard, a pair of brown eyeballs, exhibiting a broken leg.

His dog rests on its side of the body on top of the second naked metal table. Now, it holds a pile of cold and aqua tinted ashes also. The elderly man's dog had been a medium sized dog, which was known as a Malinois. His dog had possessed a gray body with all four legs and the skull tinted in black tinted with a curled tail of gray hue, measuring in height at 26 inches, weighting in at 60 pounds.

Gladino had visited the basement room too many mornings and watched the progress of each prisoner for the past six months. She knew the prisoner that lived within each laboratory enclosure.

She whispers for her eardrums only. "The old man had been here when the prisoner had escaped and then the prisoner killed him and his dog. Now, the old man is dead and gone with his dog. This is bad. I have lost my experimental subject and one of the prisoners," she gasps. "No! It can't be."

She shifts over to the second glass window with a gasp.

The second glass window displays an illuminate room of five feet in length by feet in wide and ten feet in height which is not similar to the third cage. The three rock walls are painted in dull yellow hue. There are two separate tables similar to the setting inside the third enclosed cage.

Both of the tables are high off from the floor.

On top of the first tale, there is a small pile of cold and yellow tinted ashes that used to be a naked child with a broken leg.

On the top of the second metal table, there is a large pile of cold and orange tinted ashes that used to be a large dog, which is known as a Borzoi breed. A Borzoi canine measured 26 inches in height and 80 pounds in weight.

She whispers for her eardrums only. "No! No! No! The killer prisoner has also murdered the small child and its dog inside the same glass cage. I have lost another two experiments," she shuffles over to the first window with a gasp of alarm also.

The first glass window is a chiseled out semi-square shape with an array of bright artificial lamps on top of the rock ceiling. The illuminate room measures 20 feet in length by 20 feet in wide and by 20 feet in height. The other three rock-coated walls and the rock-coated ceiling show the same hard brown rock. Inside the middle of the room, there are two separate silver tinted metal tables which were ten feet apart from each other.

On top of one naked metal table, there is a messy blanket that contains nothing, but fabric, without a pile of cold and colored human ashes. On the second naked table is empty also, without a pile of cold and colored ashes for her dog.

Outside the glass window, she whispers for her eardrums only. "The naked female, who is a MUTT, was located in here. Now, she's missing. She is the MUTT female with a head of long sandy blonde hair, a tone of light skin, and a pair of brown eyeballs. She should be easy to spot around the capital-provenience. She is paired with a Boston Terrier breed dog possessing a coat of black short hair with white markings on the chest, the neck, and the two front legs. Now, I know the killer. I must alert Taxe. He can order a gang of Enforcers to find and track her down for me. Then, I can have one of my missing scientific experiments back. Then, I'm going to kill her during that experiment from my frustration and revenge," she spins around with a stern face and examined the basement space, seeing the hidden tunnel and then the body of Lippy. "Yes, she must've jumped Lippy when he was feeding her. She had not been harmed by Lippy. But I'm going to harm her next. She exited the room and then murdered Lippy with his photon weapon. But I didn't know that Lippy possessed a photon weapon. This is so strange."

On the opposite side of the room, her Standard Poodle dog Buddy stands in front of the newly discovered open hole on the side wall, barking out loud at the sight for her attention.

Gladino looks up with a gasp and sees her dog Buddy on the other side of the room, dashing ahead and stops behind the dog, staring at the opening. The open hole leads out from the basement room and the building, down a drain pipe of water puddles, exiting into a thick cover of green tinted woodlands, which is behind the parking lot. She whispers for her eardrums only. "Yes, the killer took the drain pipe and then fled from the basement room. I should have plugged up the drain hole. but I will now," she back step from the open hole with a sneer and then spins around to face the side wall, the staircase, and the forward wall. "Come on, Buddy! We are on a new mission."

Buddy stares at the open hole with envy, wanting to travel down the darkness into the other side. But he exhales with doggie annoyance and then spins around, dashing behind his mistress and then stops beside her, looking up at her worried face with doggie curiosity.

"I must leave and find..." she halts with a gasp. "Why are the other glass cages illuminated with bright light like the experiment is continuing? That's does make any sense. The MUTT female escaped from her cage and then murdered Lippy and Shee-Shee. Wait! Why would she murder the old man and the young body? No! No! No!"

She dashes ahead with Buddy behind her back spine and then halts in front of the fourth glass cage with a sneer. Buddy stops and then leaps both front paws, resting on top of the metal table, staring down into the glass cage environment also.

The fourth room measures five feet wide by five feet long by ten feet high of dull yellow tinted paint over all the rock walls, the floor, and the ceiling with two separate tables. One top of high table, there is a pile of cold and orange tinted ashes that used to be the naked teenager.

On the second metal table, there is a very large pile of cold and aqua tinted ashes that used to be the large-sized Great Pyrenees breed dog. The dog possesses a white tinted coat with patches of yellow hue of long fur and measured in height at 30 inches, weighting in at 160 pounds.

Outside the glass window, Gladino exhales with annoyance and then quickly shuffles over to the fifth glass cage, viewing the contents.

The fifth glass cage room measures 20 feet wide by 20 feet long by 30 feet high in brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

On the side wall, there is a long table with numerous dirty plates and some plates with stale food. Inside the single chair, there is a large pile of cold and dark green ashes that used to be the obese male.

On the opposite side wall, there is a ceiling-to-floor metal wall. The metal wall contains a series of seven individual horizontal rows. Each row is composed of tiny metal panels that are open and hold nothing, but invisible air molecules.

On top of the stone floor, a set of scattered colorful balls play in silence in-between a single pile of cold and aqua tinted ashes, that used to be a rich chestnut colored Irish Setter breed dog. The dog had measured 25 inches tall and weighs 62 pounds with a doggie personality of playful, affectionate, lively, companionable, energetic, and independent.

Outside the glass window, she swiftly shuffles down to the last glass cage with a gasp. "This is wrong and strange. What happened here? I don't understand," she continues to study the contents of the last experimental laboratory room for the truth or the secret.

The sixth glass cage measures 20 feet wide by 20 feet long by 30 feet high in brown tinted hard rock on each wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

One side wall exhibits a ceiling-to-floor man-made metal wall with seven horizontal rows. Each row shows an open door on a tiny metal panel that holds nothing but air molecules.

On the opposite side wall from the man-made metal wall, inside the wall corner, there is a pile of colorful clothes, unharmed. The heap of new teenly clothes had been kicked away from the corner wall and then scattered ahead toward the edge of the eating table.

Between the pile of unharmed clothes and the edge of the eating table, there is a pile of dark red colored ashes that have been spread across the floor also.

The colorful pile of dark red tinted ashes had been burned by a photon weapon which had been the teenage girl, who possessed a head of blonde hair in vertical strips of black tint and purple hue colors, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of green eyeballs on a short and skinny body frame. She had continued to sit on top of the floor with a stern face in front of the side wall of brown tinted rock while looking bored and lonely during the entire experiment as Gladino had witnessed with Lippy for the past five months.

A few feet ahead of the green tinted ash pile and some of the scattered teenly clothing, there is a small pile of red tinted ashes. The yellow tinted ashes had been her Norwich Terrier small companion dog. The toy dog had measured ten inches tall at the shoulder and weighed eleven pounds in the color of red and black mixture of dog hairs, exhibiting a doggie personality of fearless, strong, sassy, loving, and independent.

During the experiment, her Norwich Terrier breed dog had dashed around the room playing with all the scattered rubber balls for its doggie fun.

Inside the sixth glass cage, on the same side wall, the eating table had been sawed off by a photon weapon, for some weird reason. A narrow-sized, square-shaped chunk coming from the edge of the wooden eating table had departed from the wood and then slammed down onto the floor, like a slide or a sled. The array of food trays had slid off and then landed down on top of the floor also.

Each end piece on the burnt chunk of wood, there is a set of burnt holes, where a long rope of cloth has been tied through each hole for transporting to somewhere.

At the rear end of the burnt chunk of wood, there is a medium-sized pile of bright green tinted ashes that clearly represents a human body. On the front end of the burnt chunk of wood, there is a large pile of dark blue tinted ashes that clearly represents a companion dog.

Each colorful pile of burnt ashes has been sizzled by a photon weapon.

A photon weapon releases a series of individual photon ions, which is created coming from the heat index of the firing human plus an array of gathered air molecules that sparkle and shine underneath sunlight or artificial light.

The internal underground basement room holds cold temperatures in the air and on the human skin, so a human will produce a set of low heat coming from the internal body temperature that combines with the shining dull light from each artificial lamp on top of the ceiling. Thus, the photon ion coming from the photon weapon will only exhibit a limited color range from the lowest red tint on the electromagnetic spectrum up towards a bright green tint.

However, a companion dog exhibits a higher body temperature than a human. So, when a photon ion of red tint hits and sizzles, the canine, which is the burnt pile of ashes will display a higher color hue on the electromagnetic spectrum from a dark green color up toward dark purple hue.

Outside the glass cage, Gladino gasps in alarm at the two newly discovered pile of human colored ashes. "The pile of dark red ashes is my MUTT prisoner, the teen girl. The bright green pile of ashes is the murderer, who is the missing MUTT female coming from the first glass window. And the dark blue pile and the aqua pile of colored ashes represent each companion dog that has been killed by a photon weapon also. So, the murderer was injured and was trying to leave the basement room, before Lippy found her. Then, Lippy found her and killed her here inside the last glass cage. But that doesn't make any sense to me. Lippy is a pile of green tinted colored ashes on the cold rock floor here inside the basement floor, not inside one of the glass cages."

The pair of eyeballs of Gladino follows the pathway on the burned and broken edge table leading towards the doorway and as she gasps in shock. "The door is still opened. Why is that? Did the murderer escape or not? Where is the murderer? Well, she is murdered in a pile of bright green colored ashes. So, there are two piles of humans and their companion dogs, who are both sizzled and dead in here," she shuffles back to the fifth glass cage. "There is a pile of one human and their companion dog in here," she slides back to the fourth glass cage. "There is a pile of one human and their companion dog, who are both sizzled and dead in here," she shifts back toward the third glass cage. "There is an individual pile of one human and their companion dog, who are both sizzled and dead in here, also." She shuffles back toward the second glass cage. "The MUTT and the mutt dog is a pile of colored ashes and dead in here," she slides back toward the first glass cage and stands in awe. "This laboratory room is empty without a stacked pile of colorful ashes. No MUTT human and its mutt dog had died in here. I have six piles of dead humans and six companion dogs that came from the six glass cages, a matching mathematical number. So, each MUTT prisoner is dead and gone. and my scientific experiment has failed and yielded nothing for uncovering the MUTT composite. But Lippy and his companion dog are dead also with a photon weapon. What does all of this mean?" She gasps in alarm. "There is a MUTT spy among the Autocrats. That's the only explanation. I have a new mission. I must find and eliminated that MUTT spy, before my brother and the other Autocrats find out my secret," she exhales with worry and nervousness.

"This MUTT War is getting to danger and deadly for me. Now, I must figure out what a MUTT is. What makes the MUTT different from me? There is something different about the MUTT human from an Autocrat human. What is that missing variable? Dang! I was so close to uncovering that missing element. My scientific experiments were going so well. I'm so sorry, Lippy. You were a good scientist and a strong ally. Now, I'm on my own..."

"Gladino!" The voice of Taxe calls out loud and shows his handsome face on the screen of her personal wrist bone communication devise.

She gasps in alarm and then stares down at the face of Taxe on her wrist bone watch communication devise, without pressing the button for her voice response. "What! What is this here? Why is Taxe calling me? Does he know about the spy and the dead MUTT prisoners," she slaps her chest with a deep sigh and a sour frown. "Of course not! Only Adim knows about the MUTT prisoners and he will too sad to think or tattle about them to Taxe or another Autocrat," she laughs. "And Adim was so mad at Wana that he killed her for her incompetence with last and latest dead Autocrat army and their companion dogs at the last battle fight," she exhales with a stern face and then presses the tiny button her wrist bone watch devise for both visual and audio performance. "Yes, Taxe!"

"Gladino, I'm sorry to bother you," Taxe always presents a set of good manners, unless he is trying to kill your person for some evil deed like a MUTT.

"You are not disturbing me. What is the issue?"

"I...I need you to come over to the Enforcer building. There is something that I must show you. It is of great importance."

She says with a stern face. "Yes, I understand. I'm coming right now. I'll be there in a few minutes. Do I need to bring along Adim?"

"I would prefer you did not bring Adim with you, right now. Come through the entrance point! I'll meet you there and take you into a secured room for a private conversation, only me and you."

"I will honor your request. I will see you in a few moments." She says. The face of Taxe disappears from her wrist watch screen monitor. She exhales with more annoyance with a soft whisper. "What's the urgent matter now? Taxe is an Enforcer that kills trouble, not creates it," she back steps from the first glass cage with a sour frown and spins around with a soft puff, swiftly moving across the cold hard floor on a pair of heeled sandals. "Come with me, Buddy! We have a new assignment today," she carefully and slowly climbs the steeped staircase and then exits out from the basement room, closing up the hidden stone, sealing her dark morbid secrets from a pair of spying eyeballs.

Two hours later, at 11:11:11, Gladino and her companion dog Buddy enter back inside her grounded carriage, starting the machine and lifts the carriage, slowly steering towards the front entrance of the building.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mountain peak location

Dark gray limestone rock and 90 feet high waterfall

66 degrees Fahrenheit and dull sunshine and parted clouds of sunlight

11:11:12 hours/minutes/seconds (late morning)

3rd floor level location

Meeting room setting

The long empty hallway comprises two parallel tan colored walls, a matching semi-smooth floor base, and a rough matching ceiling of sharp pointy stalactites.

On each side wall, there is an individual chiseled cave room every ten feet. Each room exhibits a semi-rough circle without a sitting chair or a meeting table, only a solid floor of cold, hard stone in tan hue. There is an interior circle within the center of the room, where each dog can sit or stand during the meeting and eats a plate of food. Or a troublemaker is placed for interrogation.

Icky and Ibean both reach the end of the long hallway and then spin around, moving back down the cold and empty corridor, carefully searching inside each cave room, again, without seeing the teen girl Quip and her companion dog Quip.

He continues to wear a slightly dirty short-sleeved white shirt, a pair of slightly dusty faded blue jeans, and a pair of dusty cowboy boots from last night's adventure trip with the Sheriff and her deputies. Everyone MUTT is required to wash their own dirty clothing or trade a work task for someone else to wash their dirty clothing. Icky didn't have time to wash his dirty laundry last night and could not trade with any other MUTT work task. So, he walks around in a pair of dirty clothes but a full stomach of food and a heavy heart of worry as he cannot locate Quip and her companion dog Quirk anywhere around the mountain base.

Icky had personally sent the brave solo teen away from the Den for a vital mission back into one of the city-proveniences to kidnap an Autocrat child for a scientific experiment, last night, before the beginning of the battle fight on White Sands.

Currently, Quip and her companion dog Quirk has not safely returned back to the safety of the Den.

Icky and Ibean had awoken this morning around six o'clock, finding his sleeping cone empty without his girlfriend Freckles and her companion dog Fancy.

Today, Freckles has a new assignment also leaving out early with her dog to start the new day.

Outside the sleeping cone, inside the common lavatory on the opposite wall, Icky refreshed a face and then started the long search for the missing teen, three hours ago. He had searched every floor among all the sleeping cones, the breakfast meal session, and the clean-up crews, without spotting the brave teen.

Now, he searches the last floor within the Den that contains of individual meeting rooms while hoping the girl is hiding out with the young kidnapped child here. But all the meetings are empty also.

Ibean trots beside the leg of his master Icky down the long hallway with a doggie smile, dancing to the parallel side wall, looking into the next meeting with his doggie happiness. He looks up with the silly doggie smile to see a worried brow on his master Icky and then returns back with a doggie smile to see the next meeting room.

Icky continues to move down the corridor and then scans each meeting room in silence.

A circular staircase leads a person up or down within the Den compound which is more an uneven individual step rather than a straight across cut of stone that leans into the curved stone wall on the mountain for easy access to the upper levels.

Ibean possesses a set of sharp eyesight wearing a white and black tinted coat of very short fur which was easily maintained here inside the cavern and outside in the wilderness. A dolichocephalic skull possesses relatively long in comparison to its breadth with an elongated muzzle and a set of four long skinny legs on a slender graceful body and as the tall and skinny Greyhound breed dances side to side in happiness seeing its own kind.

The other Greyhound dog swiftly passes by the open archway of the meeting room without stopping to view Ibean.

A Greyhound breed dog is a gentle and intelligent canine with a set of long powerful legs, a deep chest, a flexible back spin, and a slim build that races with her energy which exceeds 40 miles per hour while traveling 66 feet-per-second.

A Greyhound dog is aloof and indifferent to strangers, but affectionate with their own pack dogs. He is a docile, lazy, easy-going, and calm canine. He is bred for sprinting rather than endurance with his long legs and slender body.

Inside the corridor, Ibean looks back up to see the worried brow of Icky and then returns back to face an open archway, where the other Greyhound dog stands. Ibean swiftly dashes away, leaving his master. Ibean is not worried. His master Icky will follow behind his waggling tail immediately, like always, since Ibean and Icky are never separated for any reason or amount of time.

Near the doorway of the meeting room, Icky straightens up from the door frame with a grin and stares with a puzzled brow at the waggling tail of Ibean, who slowly disappears down the long empty corridor for a purpose, "Yeah! He has found her dog Quirk. Good job, Ibeam!"

Ibean possesses acute eyesight and must have seen a familiar doggie friend while leaving his master behind. He swiftly moves ahead with a smile and turns, exiting from the hallway into the dark tinted steps.

Icky turns into the staircase with a gasp and then dashes up each step with a puzzled brow. "Spot!"

The eleven-year-old young female is nicknamed Spot, possessing a blonde tinted ponytail and tone of light tinted skin, wearing a dirty tan colored short sleeved shirt, a pair of dirty ripped and faded blue jeans, and a pair of red colored cowgirl boots. She quickly dashes beside her companion dog moving up the staircase.

Her companion dog stands 24 inches tall and weighs eighty pounds. The Akita breed dog is a bold and willful mammal that is wary of all strangers or all Autocrats, but loyal to her mistress and her new set of friends, like Ibean. The canine is colored on top in black and tan with a solid white underbelly, staring at Icky, without barking or growling. The dog breed possesses a docile, courageous, responsive, faithful, friendly, receptive, alert, dignified, and composed-like doggie personality.

The eleven-year-old Spot stops and then spins around with a smile to see Icky, "Sir!"

He moves ahead and then stops on top of the staircase step beside Ibeam, standing over her cropped brown colored hair roots with a slightly smile. "I...I was wondering if you have seen that young teen girl named Quip. She's sixteen years old and possesses a head of cropped blonde colored hair next to the skull bone. She is tall and slender with a pair of green eyeballs and wears a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, a sleeveless green tinted shirt, and a pair of unpolished brown tinted cowgirl boots."

"No."

He nods his grayish-black colored skull with a stern face. "Her dog is nicknamed as Quirk, who is a Blue tick Coonhound female dog breed. Quirk measures twenty-two inches in height and weighs sixty-five pounds, wearing a short, coarse, glossy set of black tinted spots on the solid white coat. The Blue tick name comes from the black ticking on the white coat, giving an aura of navy blue color. The black ticking covers the entire body on the dog and as the dog wears a pair of solid black floppy ears and spots of solid black hue on the back spine and the sides of the body. A set of tan colored dots run over each eye socket and the sides of the muzzle. A Blue tick coonhound possesses an athletic and hardy body, exhibiting an intelligent, obedience, and happy doggie personality. A Blue tick coonhound breed is very mindful of their owner and easily obeys the voice of its owner without hesitation. The coon dog is bred to bay while hunting with a very high vocal sound. Have you seen that dog?"

She shakes her curls. "No!"

He looks up with a puzzled brow, observing a back spine on each MUTT, who moves up the staircase toward the mountain peak. "Where are you going with the other MUTTs?"

She smiles. "I'm going to ride inside one of the freight ships. It's going to blast off from the forest and sail towards the Capital-Provenience."

He returns back with a confused brow to see Spot. "Why's a second freight ship going to the Capital-Provenience? We have one there already."

"It came back fully loaded with more MUTTs and their mutt dogs. Dr. Freckles is examining each one for worms."

He frowns. "That's worries, not worms."

She laughs. "They could have some worms. I learned all about earthworms, hookworms, ring worms in my heath class."

He exhales. "Yeah, that's great. Ugh! Don't you have some classes or homework assignment to do right now? It's after nine o'clock. Isn't there a school session right now?"

She grins. "Naw! Classes are cancelled, since we won the battle fight last night. Everyone is busy crying or mourning or eating or healing or something. So, they needed a skeleton crew on the next freight ship for the new flight to the Capital-Provenience, this morning. I volunteered to go. I ain't ever been on a ship, but the time that I had left my home running way from the..."

"Okay!" He reaches over and pats her arm with a nod. "You are to be good and listen to the captain and obey all the mature adults with their vocal instructions. The group of Enforcers is out and about, during the entire day, looking for our MUTT ships and for all the other escaping MUTTs."

She nods with a stern face. "Yes sir! I will. I gotta go. The rest of the crew is leaving me behind and moving onto the mountain peak."

"Good luck!" He exhales with concern.

Spot and her companion dog Saddle swiftly spin around with youth energy and then race up the steep staircase of solid tan colored rock, reaching the opening in record speed, disappearing into the sunlight and off the staircase.

On top of the staircase alone, Icky exhales with confusion. The middle-aged human male is too old to race with his active Greyhound and slowly climbs up each rough cave step with a deep sigh and worry for Quip and her companion dog Quirk. He reaches the flat opening and the last staircase step, peeking over the flat rock surface, without the wet nose of Ibeam.

A Greyhound breed is a quiet, gentle, and loyal pet to its owner, very loving and enjoys the company of both humans and other dogs. The dog coexists happily with other tiny dogs and small cats. Ibeam is happiest in a quiet environment like the internal hallways of the Den, not on top of the 800-foot mountain peak.

Overall, Ibeam behaves very well inside the internal of the Den, which is the named MUTT refuge that resides inside an ancient mountain that is part of an ancient range of mountains at the edge on the continent of Authority.

The new place offers thick wilderness, diverse wildlife, and alpine lakes. There are numerous foot trails and scenic landmarks that consist of a single cascading fresh water waterfall dropping down into a placid lagoon or numerous snow-capped peaks that reach the skyline, a paradise of beauty and danger.

The whole land length of Authority lies between two extremities, the southern and the northern, with a distance by roadway measurement of 878 miles. The entire trip takes an individual by a solar bike fourteen days to converse. By a faster air-car, a person can reach the edge of the land in eight hours.

On top of the mountain peak, the face sees the commotion and as his upper chest feels the forced heated air of each engine.

A set of individual wing-ships lift off the rock surface, flying the skeleton team toward the jungle setting, where a fleet of beaten up and rusty freight ship hide from the Autocrats and the wild jungle animals but the flock of birds that enjoy pooping on the unnatural metal beast.

Each wing-ship will return and park back on the rock surface, in case of another new battle fight with the Autocrats.

The assigned bigger freight ship will blast off from the grassy jungle parking spot and then soar freely through the air waves for two hours before reaching the final destination within the Capital-Provenience.

Icky scans the rows of individual wing-ships. The first row is almost empty, where a current wing-ship flies one member of the crew toward the freighter ship. The rest of rows of ships are complete. And the last row is missing an individual wing-ship, one of the modified two-seater ships that the teen girl had taken last night.

Now, he has confirmed that sixteen-year-old brave MUTT teen Quip and her bold companion dog Quirk is truly missing from the Den environment. She and her dog are dead or she and her dog have been captured by the Autocrats. However, he has not heard of the group of Autocrats keeping a physical prison of numerous MUTT prisoners for torment or torture, only killing the enemy in the house or on the battle field. So, the hope of completing the scientific experiment between an Autocrat and a MUTT has failed.

He exhales with worry and back steps from the rock surface, spinning around with a sour frown, moving back down the staircase with a deep sigh of disappointment. He plans to visit Freckles on the seventh floor level and present the terrible news.

Seventh floor level location

Medical hallway setting

At 11:13:56 hours/minutes/seconds (late am)

Both Icy and Ibean appear and stand inside the semi-arched doorway with a gasp. The internal hallway displays an assortment of medical robots that wear rusty spots on a dull metal tone metal body in one of the colors of gold or silver or black or white.

On the side wall, a row of sick medical patients lies and then rests on top of the floor on the opposite side of the hallway.

Icy and Ibean stop and stand beside Freckles.

Ibean and her dog Fancy bump and grind into each other for doggie fun.

Icy turns and smiles at the floating rows of robots. "Where did this parade come from?"

Freckles continues to squat down on top of the floor and runs a medical device over the face of the sleeping patient with a smile. "I re-activated all the medical robots to assist me down here inside the medical floor. They can patrol the long, cold corridor while I sleep with you. They can check on each patient and record all the vital signs electronically with their set of metal eyeballs. When I return the next morning, I can visually see the process in a pattern of a few seconds without hearing the whine from a human voice," she rolls the eyeballs and looks back down at the patient.

"That's a great idea, Freckles!"

She stands upright from the floor and continues to stare down at the first patient. "This is ancient piece of medical technology here. I had it pulled down from our mountain top attic," she giggles. "I press this button. Then the motor will start and hit the patient on the chest." The yellow beam of light engulfs the patient and then displays the internal skeleton frame, organs, and blood vessels on the side brown tinted cave wall. "You are seeing the anatomy of this patient. The pink tint lines are the blood vessels. The orange tinted object represents each organ such like the heart and the liver. The blue smooth waves are the muscles of this patient only. Now, we move down to the next patient. I quickly sedated each patient to conduct my evil experiment. This is a second piece of the same ancient equipment. I'll show off the anatomy of the second patient on the wall also."

She flips the button. The motor slowly roars into speed and then projects the same colors and anatomy on the brown tinted cave wall. "There! I have examined two different patients with the same piece of ancient equipment. What do you see?"

He looks up and then surveys each electronic image with a stern face for a few minutes. "Nothing is different. The colored patches are the same and the same size."

She exhales with a nod. "Yes, I did that on purpose. I selected two patients that are the same weight and height, but different colored skin tone. The internal body is the same. No matter the exterior color of the skin. Yes, I see the same time. So, I conclude here. There is not different of cells, structure, proteins, and enzymes within each organ, miles of blood vessel, and tons of muscles."

He exhales. "So, we have no clue."

"I have other toys that came down from the attic," she reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him into the next patient. "This is another ancient machine, the metal hand. The machine displays the neurological pathway inside the brain," she slips on the glove which is made of leather and parts of metal pieces that are embedded inside the skin. I'm going to scan the metal glove over the skull of each person. The data will present a set of holographic information on the cave wall again." she presses the button with a smile. "Watch this! This old technology is fun." She tosses the tube in the air and as the tube halts and then cracks open. A ting of red dust drifts down and then covers the naked body. The dust is radioactive and will fall onto any body part that is artificially made, which I cannot tell. Or the dust will activate."

He frowns. "I am not seeing anything on each slumbering patient either."

"Yes, I concur."

"What are you doing here with the two zombie patients?"

"I'm looking for the something that makes us different from the Autocrats."

"But each body is a MUTT."

"Yes, I know that. But each body contains something different. If I run a medical scan on each body, hopefully then I can see it immediately."

He smiles down at each patient. "That's a good plan. How long have you been doing this?"

"Since, seven this morning..."

He frowns. "O! I guess I shouldn't give you the bad news."

"I know," she adjusts the glove for another flare of dust on each patient with a sad face.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Second Building, the Enforcer Center

Second Family

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky

and wedded mate Kortbee and her Schipperke breed dog Devil

Burnt and deceased Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

and live widow Firkle and her Dandie Dinmont Terrier bred dog Darling

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum

and wedded mate Nalls and his Smooth Fox Terrier breed dog Doug

Second Building location

Entrance door setting

Dull sunlight and warm temperatures

10:25:44 hours/minutes/second (late am)

The Second Building exhibits a beautiful triangular-shape that glitters in glass panels with a pointy tip. The entrance door is an open triangular-shaped archway, without a doorway. Any person can enter into the Third Building throughout the day or the night. However, the Third Building is also nicknamed the Enforcer Center, where a group of numerous Enforcers work and protect each person inside a City-providence from harm and also inflects harm to the abuser. The glass building glows in brightness during sunlight, moonlight, and even during a thunderstorm.

First Daughter Gladino slowly flies across the stone walkway and shades her two eyeballs from the bright sunlight, since the delicate flying carriage usually remains inside the building, not tarries across the natural elements of wind, sun, rain, and snow, like an air ship or a wing-ship. She is too frustrated with the results of the battle fights and annoyed with the remaining alive and breathing Authority leaders to happily stroll across the smooth walkway towards the Second Building. She presses the button and slows her speed and then parks on top of the designated parking lot with the other air ship. Her personal carriage is not allowed into the Enforcer building, only a human, without their companion dog.

An enforcer is a police authority that carries a photon gun plus their trained companion dog, which is trained to attack a stranger and protect their owner. Thus, a new canine inside the building will create a panic and cause an incident that will result in blood on the floor and the new dog and then stupid owner.

Gladino exits her carriage and slowly moves across the smooth pavement in a pair of heels, shading both of her eyeballs from the bright sunshine. Her companion dog Buddy dances side to side beside Gladino, running ahead, and then stops with a soft yelp at the air waves, spinning around and then runs back to his mistress while enjoying the fresh air and the cool weather with his doggie fun. Then he repeats the fun doggie dance with more soft yelps.

At the Second Building, inside a lighted open archway, Second Son Taxe stands in the middle of the door-less frame and wears a short cropped head of light blue hair strands, a tone of tan colored skin, and a pair of dark eyes with a black tinted sleeveless vest and a pair of matching black colored trousers, without his sister, cuddling his companion dog.

Sparky is a blue-tinted, male, Miniature Pincher breed dog, that lounges between the arms of Taxes. Sparky measures in weight at eight pounds with a height of eleven inches.

And Taxe does not stand beside his wedded mate Kortbee either.

Gladino flows directly into the archway and then stops, standing next to Buddy and in front of Taxe with a stern face. "Hello, Taxe!"

"Welcome, Gladino! We need no more formal introductions after this morning's grave activities. Please, follow me!" He spins around with a stern face and continues to cuddle Sparky facing a set of wooden covered curvy steps that is built along the internal of the glass walls that blends into the bright reception area.

Through the entrance archway, a person has a choice to move ahead into the glass-tinted auditorium or stay inside a rectangular-shaped lobby that is both glass and heated, without a sitting chair or working table.

On the side wall, there is a single glass staircase that leads up towards the upper floor levels and another part of the building. On the opposite side wall, a glass wall blocks the person, without any escape plan.

The true interior inside the Second Building is a very large rectangular-shaped auditorium in glass, without a single sitting chair or an eating table or a working table or a single piece of decorative art work.

The family members of the Second Family reside behind the building inside a protruded wing structure which is rectangular-shaped and contains both the work offices and the sleeping bedrooms for each elected official and their family unit.

Taxe slowly moves up the staircase in silence. Gladino follows him. He quickly reaches the top and steps onto a solid floor of glass, moving ahead with a stern face in silence.

She follows behind Taxe and moves down the same hallway, where one side wall contains solid silver-tinted metal, without a window. The other side wall comprises solid row of glass windows from the ceiling down half-way toward the bottom. She looks over with a stern face and views below, seeing the internal room. "What is happening down there below inside the auditorium? I...I have never witnessed this before," Gladino understands her location and the Enforcer role as the new leader of Authority.

This is the grand auditorium inside the Enforcer Center that is filled with the working Enforcers for the day's assignment.

An Enforcer is a paid adult citizen that carries a photon weapon walking around the city of workers, children, teens, housewives, and retired citizen enforcing all the rules of Authority.

The work building for a working Enforcer doesn't display a lawn of trees or a sky of blue or a row of low bushes. A working Enforcer doesn't require a chair for sitting or a table with photography frames or a fork to eat the food meal with, only an empty cold spot on top of the white tinted tile hard floor while listening to the new set of enforcer assignments for the day.

Towards the front of the auditorium room, each row with an Enforcer is sitting down on top of the tile and then stared at the front of the auditorium while listening to the one of the Autocrat from the Second Family for the new set of enforcement instructions. A companion dog sit with its Enforcer owner while some of the companion dogs nervously paces side to side greatly desiring to roam and then sniff at the butthole of each new dog.

On the rear glass wall, each Enforcer stands upright with a worried brow while trying to control an exited companion dog that wants to touch or rumble with the nearest companion pet. The dog sounds in growls, sneers, and snarls.

Some of the Enforcers and their companion dog leave the auditorium to perform a doggie pee, or pookie duty also. And the auditorium room stinks with smelly odor that enters every pair of nostrils coming from dirty human body odor and doggie sweat.

Before the MUTT War, a paid and employed Enforcer and his companion dog spent all the work time outdoors in the cool air and dull sunshine while slowly strolling around their hometown campus and then stopped with a smile, greeting one or a family of local residents. His or her companion dog always strolled next to the leg and greeted the friendly residential dog also.

During the MUTT War, a paid Enforcer works a photon hand gun that releases a specific colored ion which is based on the ratio of sunlight to electromagnetic field energy around the human body. Then, the enforcer hunts down and kills the MUTT and the entire MUTT family.

Every day and night, a work team of Enforcers search on foot with their companion dog and then visit every household inside each City-Providence within the continent of Authority while searching for a hiding MUTT person which always ends successful.

On the bottom floor, in front of the Enforcers, the wedded mate of Taxe, Kortbee stands upright with a stern face on her sad face, staring at the rows of Enforcers. She occasionally wipes off a single tear of sadness regarding the inhuman and impromptu dead of her brother-in-law Hox.

Kortbee is a tall and slender female, possessing a head of long golden blonde colored hair, a tone of golden tinted skin, a pair of dark eyeballs, wearing a jumpsuit of black hue that does not match her body, her hair, or her dog.

Her male dog is named Devil, since the doggie breed is nicknamed the "little devil" as it displays a fox-type face, a pointy snout, pair of brown tinted eyes, and a set of triangular ear points. The dog breed enjoys barking with aggressiveness at other dogs, rodents, and small animals. Devil measures ten inches in height and weights eleven pounds wearing a coat of solid blonde tinted. A Schipperke breed dog possesses a stubborn, mischievous, headstrong, aggressive, agile, alert, curious, clever, and energetic doggie personality.

Kortbee is an elite wife of Taxe, who does not work a job, and she does not accompany her husband on any of the battle campaigns at the White Sands Peninsula. She greatly dislikes the heat, the humidity, the blood, the guts, the wounds, and the deaths of each companion dog and its Autocrat owner.

So, she stays home with their two children reading fairy tales books, enjoying the evening hours before their bedtime curfew.

Kortbee is not worried about an attack coming from a MUTT nutty person on her children or her person as Devil is a keen watchdog and suspicious of all strangers, including all Taxe's family members, who loudly bark like a dog and continue to create annoying trouble.

Devil stood beside the leg of her mistress nipping the air and then softly growling at each dog in on the front row.

Second Brother Hox is missing in the line-up as he is dead along with his companion dog Bugger. His wedded mate Firkle stands upright in silence with a stern face. She possesses a plump and petite body frame and wears an ankle-length dress of black and black shoes. Her skin tone is glowing pale white with a bushy skull of white tinted hair that matches her female dog Darling, which is a Dandie Dinmont Terrier breed dog.

Dandie Dinmont Terrier breed dog has a low long doggie body with a pair of short legs with a bushy topknot on top of its skull. Her exterior doggie coat shows a dual set of white and yellow colored hairs with a white mop of hair on top of her skull. Her dog is named Darling. Darling measures eight inches in height and weights in 24 pounds. Her dog possesses an affectionate, lively, companionable, determined, fun-loving, and independent doggie personality.

Firkle used to accompany her husband Hox on each Autocrat battle campaign inside the wing-ship, but she stayed inside the lounge room while consuming a plate of food and a cold beverage watching the action on the recording lasers of each hologram.

Currently, she is still an elitist and does not have a working job, but will live the rest of her days without her loving husband Hox. She cuddles her companion dog Darling into the folds of her fat arms while softly sobbing with sorrow, dripping snot from the nose holes, flowing tears of sadness down each cheekbone. She is also mad at her family members and the Enforcers, who do not comprehend what has happened to her dad husband.

Her companion dog does not understand the firm hug coming from her mistress Firkle and continues to stare down at the hard tile surface with a soft yelp and wiggles both front paws up and down, which is part of her active doggie personality. After getting miffed off with her mistress, she turns and growls at Yorkshire Terrier dog in the arms of Bishee while gaming the smaller toy canine breed into a fighting challenge, without success.

Next to Firkle, Second Sister Bishee displays a tone of tan skin, a pair of dark eyes, and a head of golden blonde hair. There is a set of gathered hair on top of her skull that is tied with a tiny black colored bow which matches her Yorkshire Terrier dog. Yum-Yum, her female Yorkshire Terrier is a small breed dog that stands six inches and weighs seven pounds, wearing a matching black tinted tiny bow on top of her golden hair strands like her mistress.

Bishee dresses in a short romper of dull black that matches her hair bow and a pair of matching thigh-high boots, staring with a stern face at the audience of new and old enforcers inside the auditorium in silence.

Next to Bishee, her wedded husband Nalls stands tall and fat while staring with a stern face at the rows of new and old Enforcers which are not winning the battle front here inside each the Capital-Providence or another City-Providence.

Nalls wears a long ankle-length robe of black hue of an obese elite that does not the pure white solid skin coat of his companion dog. A pair of black colored shoes matches the robe. Nalls possesses a tone of glowing white tinted skin all over his body, but the face and the neck region. His face displays a black tinted skin and a head of cropped black tinted hair strands that also matched his male canine.

His companion dog is named Doug. The Smooth Fox Terrier breed dog possesses a playful, affectionate, fearless, intelligent, alert, and active doggie personality. The coat of the dog is short and flat against the body and dense in a solid hue of pure white. The doggie skull consisting of the ears, the snout, the nose, the mouth, the lips, and the two eyeballs are solid black tint which is the unique genetic characteristic of the Smooth Fox Terrier breed, where the skin tone matches its master also. Doug measures 15 inches in height and weighs 20 pounds, which is fat like its master also.

Doug looks down with the black tinted skull and then paws at the smooth tile hard surface with a soft yelp reflecting its doggie personality, since the dog breed has a bad habit of digging a small hole into the manicured lawn behind the Second Building while loudly barking with annoyance.

The sound or the behavior does not bother its master Nalls.

In front of the audience of Enforcers, Second Sister Bishee tosses both arms in the air with a nod and a stern face and as her voice echoes through a set of special hidden speakers that are built into each wooden panel wall. She drops both arms down to her side with a nod. "Good morning, Enforcers! The room is very overcrowded and overheated. I know that. But we have a new assignment to implement, this morning..."

Second floor level location

Hallway setting with Gladino and Taxe

10:33:04 hours/minutes/seconds (late morn)

Inside the upper level of the glass hallway, Taxe moves ahead with a stern face. "And you will never see it, again, either. That's the grand auditorium, where all the Enforcers meet. We greet and remind each Enforcer of their job and their duty, before starting a series of scout trip searching for a new MUTT that hides within one of the city-proveniences. It has been a custom of the Second Family for centuries to greet and meet the Enforcers. Everyone is there, but me and my dead brother..."

"I'm so sorry about Hox."

He continues to move down an empty, quiet, glass hallway with a stern face of worry. "I feel terrible also. But, this is not the time for a funeral mourning. I was just shown this 'matter' this morning, after returning back from the meeting at the Headquarter Building. We have a new problem. That's why I wanted to meet with you, alone, Gladino. You are the First Daughter for a reason, your cool head and your excellent leadership skills." He turns from the hallway and faces a silver-tinted wall with a closed door and an enclosed glass pen that falls down from the ceiling to the glass floor that holds a few pieces of exercise equipment, individual water bowls and food items, and play toys for a companion dog. He squats down and releases Sparky. The dog dashes ahead with happiness and yelps with delight, rushing into the doggie pen without doubt and hesitation.

Buddy stands beside his mistress Gladino like a good guard dog and permanent friend but studies Sparky and wiggles side to side, desiring to enjoy the fun place for his doggie soul also.

Gladino gasps in shock and then smiles with understanding. "Go on, Buddy! Enjoy your playtime with Sparky and don't eat all of the food." Buddy rushes ahead and plows into the pile of feathers, chasing after each flying item with carefree fun. The two dogs are not penned or chained inside the doggie playroom. Each one will watch and wait for their owner while playing with each other or the numerous doggie toys until their owner comes back from work.

Taxe smiles at the two dogs and then turns to face the closed door, pressing the button, wearing a frown. The door slides open. He enters the room and says with a stern face. "Come in here, Gladino! This is an extremely large Dark Room that illuminates with a series of blended colorful lasers that tells a story in three-dimensional images of objects."

She follows behind the back spine of Taxe and stops a few feet into the room with a smile, scanning the new environment. The room is perfectly square-shaped and extremely larger in both height and width like a standard-sized auditorium that could hold 500 individuals. Each smooth square-shaped wall exhibits black paint including both the smooth floor and ceiling. Each upper wall corner displays a very large artificial lamp without tumbling over your feet on the floor or running a nose bridge into the wall.

She smiles. "Wow! I have an extremely small Dark Room in black paint inside my apartment home within the headquarters building for watching and participating in fun entertainment holograms. But this is simple incredible and inconceivable even with my naked eyeballs."

He moves ahead and stops in the middle of the room, spinning around with a tight smile to see Gladino, extending both of her arms parallel and even with the smooth black tinted floor. "You can walk among the objects also and be a part of the recorded storyline, if you feel like it. That's why the room is so extremely roomy and large. When the people of Authority used to live in a criminal society and the Autocrats needed to view the criminal place, the recorded evidence, including the physical place, the time of day, and all physical and colorful furniture and living pieces were recorded by lasers and then all the information was recreated here to solve the crime and find the criminal. I guess back in my great-great grandfather's time, when he was an Enforcer too, this was special workroom. It hasn't been used for one single criminal activity for hundreds of years. However, the MUTT War has changed all of that. Today, the Dark Room is going to show a criminal act," he points down to an empty spot on the floor. "I would suggest that come and stand beside me."

She moves ahead and stands next to Taxe in silence. Buddy stands beside her with a soft yelp of confusion.

He points down to the floor. "This massive Dark Room stores all the hologram recording tapes behind an individual selected tiny panel of wood on each wall that goes all the way around the wall space. Several individual hidden panels behind each wall contains thousands of hologram-recording tapes from decades and decades ago. Now, you tap down on the cut-off floor piece near your foot, where the ignite switch will ignite the selected hologram recording and then display it inside the Dark Room. The bright lamps will automatically shut off, so you can become part of the digital storyline, without affecting the input or the outcome. I will re-state. This is not an interactive hologram game. You cannot participate, only watch like a visitor."

"This concept sorta works the same inside my smaller Dark Room also."

"Good! You know how to work a Dark Room. I have also pre-selected the hologram recording tape from last night. Let me warn you! It's not pretty. Are you ready?"

She exhales with nervousness. "Yes, I am ready."

He slaps the foot panel on the floor. Each artificial lamp inside each wall corner shuts off as the room goes completely dark for a half-a-second. Then, the room illuminates with colored action.

In the bright beams of moonlight, a beaten up and rusty airship landed down on top of the paved roadway. The hatch door slid open.

A steady stream of Enforcers shuffled out from the cargo bay beside a companion dog, wearing a colorful photon protection suit, holding a silver tinted device in one hand and a working photon weapon in the other hand. The loose group of Enforces started to pair off into twos and threes.

A single adult male Enforcer of average height and weight, wearing a dark blue tinted photon suit, moved ahead with both hands full of devises, strolling beside a German Shepherd breed dog.

The German shepherd breed dog measured 26 inches in height and weighed 95 pounds, wearing a black tinted bridle around a tan colored coat with a pair of black tinted ear points, a black colored muzzle and a set of matching lips and mouth but all the doggie features were disguised by a red tinted photon doggie protection suite. A German shepherd breed dog possessed an obedient, loyal, alert, active, confident, curious, and protective doggie personality.

On each side of the adult male Enforcer in a dark blue tinted suit, a small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted photon suit dashed ahead and then strolled with the male Enforcer, moving beside a Mudi dog breed. The dog measured 19 inches in height and weighed 29 pounds, wearing a curly gray matted fur with a curly tail that was covered in a red tinted doggie protection suit. The Mudi breed dog possessed a clever, keen, active, protective doggie personality.

A taller female child Enforcer in a red tinted photon suit raced out from the hatchway and then strolled in the line with the adult male Enforcer in dark blue and the small male child Enforcer in yellow hue. The taller female child Enforcer in red tint moved with a Chinook breed dog.

The dog measured 27 inches in height and 70 pounds in weight. A Chinook dog breed possessed a rowdy, fearless, and independent doggie personality. The canine displayed a light golden honey coat with a set of black markings on the ears and muzzle underneath a red tinted doggie protection photon suit.

A female teenager Enforcer in a pale green photon suit rushed out the hatchway and then strolled in the same line with the small male child in yellow tint, the taller female child in red tint, and the adult male in dark blue set of Enforcers. A Jindo breed dog marched beside her pale green leg. The dog measured 20 inches in height and 46 pounds in weight. A Jindo breed dog possessed bold, loyal, intelligence, faithful, and protective with its owner.

An adult female Enforcer in an aqua tinted suit dashed ahead from the hatchway of the airship with a Serbian Husky breed dog and then scooted between the small male child Enforcer in yellow tinted photon suit and the taller female child Enforcer red tinted photon suit, strolling in the same line.

The Serbian Husky breed dog measured 22 inches and 51 pounds of weight. A Serbian Husky breed dog possessed an active, friendly, happy, outgoing, and intelligent doggie personality. The companion dog wore a red-tinted coat of fur with a pair of ice-blue eyeballs dressed in a red tinted photon suit also.

The male adult Enforcer, in dark blue photon suit with the red-tinted German Shepherd breed dog swiftly moved away from the airship and the groups of colorful glowing Enforcers, leading the line of colorful photon suits, that did not identify each name of the Enforcer through the hologram, and continued to move ahead toward the front row of houses and then swiftly scooted in-between the empty yard space of two houses and halted in the roadway. He pointed down to the center house and then the end of the street with a nod.

The female adult Enforcer in the aqua tinted photon suit with the red tinted Serbian Husky breed dog reached over and then shoved the small male child Enforcer in the yellow tined photon suit with the red tinted Mudi dog breed down towards the end of the street. Then the four glowing life forms quickly jogged down to the last house on the end of the second row.

The male adult Enforcer in the dark blue photon suit with the red tinted German Shepherd breed dog steered the taller female child Enforcer in the pale green tinted photon suit with the red tinted Chinook breed dog down towards the other of the same street as all four glowing life forms raced to the last house at the end of the second row.

The female teenager Enforcer in the dark green photon suit continued to stand in place, watching the others move away from her and her red tinted Jindo dog.

At the end of the street, the male adult Enforcer in the dark blue photon suit with his red tinted German Shepherd and the taller female child in the pale green photon suit with the red tined Chinook breed dog both marched toward the front door and then stopped. The adult Enforcer knocked on the door without a sound from the hologram.

The door opened and then revealed a tall unknown red haired male.

The male adult Enforcer in the dark blue protection suit lifted up and twisted the device into the smile of the unknown red haired male. The end point turned into a tone of bright green. Then the male adult Enforcer aimed his photon weapon and killed the unknown red haired male. The adult Enforcer quickly entered the house with the young female child Enforcer and their red tinted two companion dogs for a few seconds.

Then, the male adult Enforcer in dark blue, the taller female child Enforcer in red tint, their red tinted two companion dogs exited the house, dashing across the manicured yard to the next house, repeating the same procedure.

The unknown red haired male or any of his family members didn't come out of the house.

In the middle of the street, the female teenage Enforcer in the pale green photon suit marched up the steps with her red tinted Jindo breed dog and then stopped. She knocked on the door and then looked down at the MUTT devise.

The door opened and revealed an unknown small black haired child.

The MUTT devise turned bright green in color.

The female teen Enforcer pulled out her weapon and fired at the small black haired child, burning the child inside the archway into a pile of drifting orange tinted ashes. Her red tinted Jindo dog entered the residence first as teen Enforcer followed behind her dog into the internal of the home.

A few seconds later, the female teen Enforcer in the dark pale photon suit exited the house with her natural looking Jindo dog without a red tinted photon suit running in a rush and then moved to the next house and then repeated her procedure with the next family unit.

At the end of the street, the adult female Enforcer in an aqua tinted photon suit with the red tinted Serbian Husky dog and the small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted red tinted Mudi breed dog ran to the last house and then marched up the steps, stopping. She knocked on the door.

The door opened and revealed an unknown tall, brown haired teen male.

She lifted up the devise and twisted the cylinder. The end points blazed in bright green. She nodded to the unknown teen brown haired male, back stepping with her red tinted Serbian Husky dog and the small male child Enforcer with the red tinted Mudi breed dog from the archway.

The unknown brown haired teen nodded back and then closed the door.

The adult female Enforcer in aqua tint with her Husky dog in red tint and the small male child Enforcer in yellow hue with his red tinted Mudi breed dog swiftly moved to the next house.

They marched up the steps and then stopped. She knocked on the door.

The door opened and presented an unknown tall and gray-haired female.

The adult female Enforcer in aqua tint pointed the devise at the gray haired female. The end point burned in red hue. The adult female Enforcer pointed the photon weapon and discharged a matching aqua tinted ion into the human, burning the elderly woman to death.

The small male child Enforcer ran around the glowing fire of the dying elderly woman and dashed inside her house with the two companion dogs behind his boot heels.

A few seconds later, the small male child Enforcer in yellow tint exited the house, bounding up and down over the front porch with happiness and then dashed over the manicured grass, running beside the two red tinted companion dogs.

The adult female Enforcer dashed out behind the two red tinted companion dogs.

Then, the four glowing life forms ran ahead and then dashed up to a new front door of a new house, repeating the same deadly procedure.

At the opposite end of the second row of houses, the adult male Enforcer in dark blue photon suit and the taller female child in red tinted photon suit with their two red tinted companion dogs worked the side of the street, killing each family unit inside a house and then met up with the female teen Enforcer in dark green tinted photon suit beside her natural colored Jindo dog.

The adult male Enforcer in dark blue with the red tinted German Sheppard pointed to the next row of house and then ran ahead toward the roadway. The taller female child in red tint with the red tinted Chinook breed dog followed behind him. He marched up the house in the middle of the third row and knocked on the door, standing with the red tinted German Shepherd.

The front door opened and revealed the cold barrel of a photon weapon. The barrel discharged with a purple tinted ion. The male adult Enforcer in the dark blue photon suit dropped down to the concrete on the front porch. The flying ion hit the running taller female child Enforcer in the red tinted photon suit directly in the chest. The child halted and then dropped down onto the front porch screaming in pain that was not heard on the hologram.

The red tinted Mudi breed dog stopped and then dropped down curled beside the dying child while wiggling side to side, moving the muzzle with yelping pain, which was not heard on the hologram recording.

The red tinted German Shepherd dog swiftly charged the photon weapon and killed the unknown blonde haired female of the house while dissolving its red tinted doggie protection photon suit, exposing its natural furry black and tan colored canine coat.

The adult male Enforcer with a head of blonde hair and quickly charged inside the house also with his black and tan tinted German Shepherd breed dog.

A few seconds later, the black and tan tinted German Shepherd exited the house and then stopped, leaning down, sniffing the dead Mudi breed dog without the red tinted photon suit and then softly yelped in heartache. The adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and exited the house behind his companion dog and then stopped, looking down at heap of orange tinted ashes that used to be the tall female child Enforcer.

The exposed male adult Enforcer dashes down the steps of the home and then runs into the next house, up the steps, firing his weapon into the metal door. He burns a open hole through the door and then kicks it open, firing a series of dark blue ions into the internal of the house. The black and tan colored German Shepherd leaves the dead Mudi dog behind and then dashes behind its owner, entering with a loud growl through the open door of the house also.

A few seconds later, the male adult Enforcer with blonde colored hair exits the house and runs down the steps, through the manicured grass toward the next occupied house, repeating his new deadly procedure. He continues to murder every single person and their companion dog by both surprise and force inside the third row of houses.

Then, the male adult Enforcer with the black and tan German Shepherd dashes around the corner and moves towards the first house, at the end of the fourth row. He continues to blast a hole into the metal door and then kills each family unit, without mercy, as his dog assists, wearing a bloody mouth.

In the middle of the third row of houses, the teen female Enforcer in the dark green photon suit marched up the steps and then halted in front of the door with her Jindo dog. She turned to see the glowing commotion down the street and then back stepped from the front door.

She dashed through the manicured grass and then raced up the steps, halting in front of the dead Mudi dog, squatting down and touched the dog with a nod of understanding, turning to see the adult male with a head of blonde hair.

The adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and the German Shepherd breed dog raced ahead toward the next house, entering into the house quickly and then exited the same house, after killing the family unit.

She stood upright from the wooden porch and then spun away from the dead dog and the pile of yellow tinted human colored ashes, dashing back down the steps and then raced to the next house. She ran up the steps and then onto the front porch, lifting her weapon, burning an opening through the metal door, without knocking. The Jindo dog entered first into the internal of the house and then she entered the house, firing the photon weapon at each person while her dog killed each companion dog.

A few seconds later, the Jindo dog breed exited the house with a bloody mouth first and then followed out by the teen female Enforcer in the dark green tinted photon suit. they moved down the steps.

They dashed across the lawn and then entered onto the next front porch, burning down each metal door and entered into the new house. She killed each person and every dog inside the family home on the third row of houses while repeating their deadly procedure.

At the end of the second row, the adult female Enforcer in aqua tint dashed ahead a few feet ahead of the small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted photo suit, rounding the corner, greeting a line of Enforcers.

The line of Enforcers skipped to a halt and brought up a photon weapon, blasting an individual colored photon ion ray at the adult female Enforcer.

Her photon suit deflected three separate individual colored photon ions in the color of orange, yellow, and red hue. The next photon ion was colored in dark blue that was higher than her aqua colored photon protection shield. The dark blue ion sliced through her shielding, sailing through her throat. Her photon suit clicked off and showed her face with an open mouth.

Her non-bloody skull slid off her collar bone on an upright body and then landed down on top of the manicured lawn. Her headless body stood in place.

Her companion Husky dog in red tint halted beside the hidden view of the house, rolling down onto the ground, wiggling side to side and then flops over to one side. he stopped breathing and then died.

The small child Enforcer bounced up and down with happiness waving his weapon in the air and then turned corner on the house, dashing ahead over the manicured grass, halting in place.

His red tinted companion dog Mudi breed dog swiftly raced ahead barking and mouth drooling toward the line of Enforcers, meeting a group of four Autocrat dogs. The three Autocrat dog split and then attacked an individual limb on the single Mudi breed dog.

The red tinted photon protection suit appeared on each dog and became quickly deactivated from the doggie collision as each Autocrat dog jerked back and then ripped off one limb on the Mudi breed. The Mudi breed died in the air as each Autocrat dog spat out the hairy limb on the mutt breed dog.

The dead body of the Mudi canine dog rested on top of the manicured grass in red blood proteins, white bones, and pink tissues.

The small child in the yellow tinted photon suit dropped down over the manicured lawn and then wiggled die to side. Then the child stopped moving and finally died a few seconds after his dog still wearing the yellow tinted photon suit.

The line of Enforcers in an individual colored photon protection suit swiftly rushed ahead to find the other two renegade Enforcers, searching on the third row of houses.

A second line of Enforcers swiftly jogged along the fourth row of house and then halted, aiming and fired an array of colored photon ions at the female teen Enforcer. She stood inside the open archway of the house, after killing the family unit, hiding from the series of photon ions.

A third line of Enforcers swiftly dashed ahead and then halted in place, occupying the other side of the targeted house, firing an array of colorful photon ions at the same female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon protection suit.

Toward the end of the fourth row, the exposed male adult Enforcer exited the house and then stopped, seeing the two lines of Enforcers in front of the single house. He dashed down the steps of the home and then ran across the manicured lawn, firing his photon weapon at the back spine of each colored photon suit that contained an Enforcer.

The male adult Enforcer held two individual photon weapons in each cupped hand, hitting a rear skull or a back spine on each blind-side Enforcer, killing one after another along the row of Enforcers. The other Enforcers continued to concentrate on the female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit that hid inside the archway of the targeted house.

His black and tan German Shepherd companion dog raced ahead from his master and then viciously attacked each rear leg on one or two red tinted Autocrat dogs at a same time while maiming or killing the enemy dog immediately. Then the dog swiftly scooted sideways and killed the next Autocrat dog without mercy.

At the targeted house, her companion Jingo dog continued to hide behind the metal door in safety per her command. The female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit turned to see the exposed adult male Enforcer and his companion black and tan colored German Shepherd dog. He and his companion dog were attacking and killing one side of the two lines of Enforcers as each dying Enforcers turned into a pile of colored human ashes.

The female teen Enforcer dropped down on top of the front porch aiming and firing from each cupped hand a pair of photon weapons wildly at the two lines of Enforcer as she killed some or wounded some or missed totally.

A few minutes later, the entire line of blinded-side Enforcers, the ones who were not wounded or a pile of colorful ashes, spun around from the teen and then fired at the adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and his companion German Shepherd dog.

Both the adult male Enforcers with the blond hair and the black and tan German Shepherd breed dog burned into a pretty flame of fire and then sizzled into a pile of colored ashes. Dead.

At the targeted house, the teen female Enforcer in the dark green photon suit slowly crawled over the front porch and continued to protect her body from the ions while continuing to fire both her photon weapons into the two lines of Enforcers while killing or wounding each one as much as possible.

Her Jindo dog raced ahead from the house over the front porch and then leaped up into the air, sailing through the wave at the line of Enforcers. A violet tinted photon ion hit the soaring dog and then turned the Jindo breed into a pile of orange tinted ashes. The ashes sizzled in the nighttime darkness and then slowly drifted away with the slow breeze.

On top of the front porch, the female teen Enforcer tumbled down the steps and then landed on top of the smooth vanilla walkway, dying without moving.

One of the lines swung around and dashed ahead toward the female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit, who rested on top of the walkway. The other line of Enforcers swiftly raced ahead also. An array of colorful photon ions discharged and then covered the female teen Enforcers. Her body blazed in pink colors and then sizzled in purple hue in final death.

The two lines of Enforcers split around surveying the damage from the family of renegade Enforcers, attending to each wounded Enforcer or entering into each house or cleaning up a pile of colorful human ashes and dead dogs that had been achieved by the five rebels.

In the Enforcer building, inside the Dark Room, the colorful but silence holographic recording ends.

First Daughter Gladino continues to stand in the middle of the floor with a stomach of nervous, exhaling with worry in silence.

First Brother Taxe stands beside her and stares ahead at the forward wall. "Let me say here and now, if evil and mean Prig had not killed my brother Hox, this morning, then I would have engaged the Second Family honor."

She nods. "I can understand your disappointment, Taxe."

"I am more worried and angry rather than disappointed. Last night, there was a scheduled MUTT search. One group consisting of a mixture of new and old and enlisted and experienced Enforcers was led by my sister Bishee. She went to Southern City-Providence to find and kill MUTTs. For the record, she did. Another group of Enforcers had been led by my brother Hox. He went going to the Southwest City-Providence to find and kill MUTTs also. I had been heading out to the White Sands shoreline overseeing the fleet of yachts, where my laser beam cameras are located inside my beaten up, weaponless, and rusty old wing-ship that always records the terrible event for the past thirteen battle campaigns.

"I did not know about the incident until this morning," he exhales with worry. "Simple because, the male Enforcer been a very good shooter with his personal photon weapon. He killed every human and dog within three blocks. The Enforces had figured out too late, that he was a spy..."

"How was he a spy within the Enforcer unit?"

"He was a MUTT posing as an Autocrat."

"Why didn't we spot him first?"

"The pretend male Enforcer had brought his entire family and all of their companion dogs with him to one of the nightly Enforcer sessions, where we greet and meet and then assign the Enforcer duty. He used all his family members as a team of MUTT assassins. His individual family members consisting of his wife, his two daughters, and his son, and all their companion dogs went on an ion raid and rage finishing off four more blocks of homes that contained the entire family unit. We...we don't know if any of the dead bodies are MUTTs. It could be that this crazy male was a lone wolf. He wanted to kill everyone within his eyesight for revenge or love or hate or sorrow or pity. We don't know. He and the others killed in cold-blood, like you saw in the hologram, while doing a lot of body deaths."

"Yes."

He exhales. "As you know each citizen has a choice and a chance to work for any Authority Family. We receive a set of new enforcers that includes the entire family unit with mom, dad, sister, brother, aunt, uncles, cousins and sometimes, grandma and grandpa. Each newbie is given a simple work assignment for their shift during the day or in the evening. Each newbie also comes with their personal photon weapon, which is vital with their work job. We ensure that a newbie can fire their personal photon weapon, which is not a problem. Then a photon suit is given out to each newbie also. A photon suit is nothing but a vibration of the constant beams of moonlight ray and your personal body temperature heat. Every newbie quickly learns to wear and use their photon suit. And each newbie is given a silver tinted cylinder, which is called a MUTT devise or detacher. The devise is harmless to every person and every dog. It is shaped like a thin cylinder in silver tint. It is a very small unit like the great big TECH machine for the palm. The devise is lifted and buzzed into any body part of a human. If the other end of the cylinder turns red, it is a MUTT. If the end point turns into the hue of green, it is an Autocrat."

Gladino frowns. "Wait! How does the machine know that a MUTT is a MUTT?"

He frowns. "I don't know."

"But you should know."

"I'm not a scientist. I'm an enforcer," He frowns. "The new assignment is divided into three groups, where any enforcer can quickly and easily learn to shoot a photon hand gun and then fire the weapon, killing one or more MUTTs. You will seek and search every home, every office, every store, and every school while looking for a MUTT. Then you will kill the MUTT. The Enforcer work is easy. Now, I'm going to replay the holographic recording and explain some things."

In the bright beams of moonlight, a beaten up and rusty airship landed down on top of the paved roadway. The hatch door slid open.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the airship with a sour frown. "Right here, my stupid and selfish brother Hox is lounging inside his personal airship, eating pudding with his fat wife. He was supposed to be monitoring all the exterior activities of each Enforcer. Thus, he was not. Thus, he was indirectly responsible for each murdered Enforcer. Thus, I'm really mad at Hox. But he got what he deserved coming from your brother Adim and rightly so. Lots of people died last night that didn't need to die."

A steady stream of Enforcers shuffled out from the cargo bay beside a companion dog, wearing a colorful photon protection suit, holding a silver tinted device in one hand and a working photon weapon in the other hand. The loose group of Enforces started to pair off into twos and threes.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the airship with a sour frown. "Right here, my stupid and selfish brother Hox is still lounging inside the airship with his fat wife. I should have his wife executed for treason or something."

Gladino exhales with both annoyance and worry, remaining silence, watching the hologram play for a second time. This is a terrible example, the gang of rough MUTTs and each one of their evil ways.

A single adult male Enforcer of average height and weight, wearing a dark blue tinted photon suit, moved ahead with both hands full of devises, strolling beside a German Shepherd breed dog.

The German shepherd breed dog measured 26 inches in height and weighed 95 pounds, wearing a black tinted bridle around a tan colored coat with a pair of black tinted ear points, a black colored muzzle and a set of matching lips and mouth but all the doggie features were disguised by a red tinted photon doggie protection suite. A German shepherd breed dog possessed an obedient, loyal, alert, active, confident, curious, and protective doggie personality.

On each side of the adult male Enforcer in a dark blue tinted suit, a small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted photon suit dashed ahead and then strolled with the male Enforcer, moving beside a Mudi dog breed.

The dog measured 19 inches in height and weighed 29 pounds, wearing a curly gray matted fur with a curly tail that was covered in a red tinted doggie protection suit. The Mudi breed dog possessed a clever, keen, active, protective doggie personality.

A taller female child Enforcer in a red tinted photon suit raced out from the hatchway and then strolled in the line with the adult male Enforcer in dark blue and the small male child Enforcer in yellow hue. The taller female child Enforcer in red tint moved with a Chinook breed dog.

The dog measured 27 inches in height and 70 pounds in weight. A Chinook dog breed possessed a rowdy, fearless, and independent doggie personality. The canine displayed a light golden honey coat with a set of black markings on the ears and muzzle underneath a red tinted doggie protection photon suit.

A female teenager Enforcer in a pale green photon suit rushed out the hatchway and then strolled in the same line with the small male child in yellow tint, the taller female child in red tint, and the adult male in dark blue set of Enforcers. A Jindo breed dog marched beside her pale green leg. The dog measured 20 inches in height and 46 pounds in weight. A Jindo breed dog possessed bold, loyal, intelligence, faithful, and protective with its owner.

An adult female Enforcer in an aqua tinted suit dashed ahead from the hatchway of the airship with a Serbian Husky breed dog and then scooted between the small male child Enforcer in yellow tinted photon suit and the taller female child Enforcer red tinted photon suit, strolling in the same line.

The Serbian Husky breed dog measured 22 inches and 51 pounds of weight. A Serbian Husky breed dog possessed an active, friendly, happy, outgoing, and intelligent doggie personality. The companion dog wore a red tinted coat of fur with a pair of ice-blue eyeballs that had been dressed in a red tinted photon suit also.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram and then points at the male adult Enforcer with a sour frown. "Here! We have identified the pretend male Enforcer."

She gasps in the darkness of the room through the illumination of the objects. "How are you able to do that? He was burnt into green colored ashes."

"We used the recording tape inside the auditorium, that night. We passed an electronic photograph around the town and found out his name and his place of resident, his family member and his employers. He is Istach, who was average height and weight with a head of blonde sandy colored hair, a pair of gray eyeballs, and a tone of coffee tinted skin, where the photon suit had covered up his natural skin tone and hair coloring."

"What...what difference does that make? The skin tone and the hair coloring is not an indication of a MUTT person."

"Yes, I'm slowing learning that unshared information. His middle-aged wife was named Yulee with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on an average body frame, wearing an aqua green tinted photon suit.

"Sixteen years old first born daughter Zodall with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on an average body frame wore the dark green tinted photon suit. Seven years old son Schall with a head of short cropped blonde sandy colored hair, a pair of gray eyeballs, and a tone of coffee tinted skin, wearing a yellow green tinted photon suit. Ten years old daughter Veon looked like her mother Yulee and her older sister Zodall with a with a pair of green eyes, a tone of pale skin, a head of black hair on a short body frame, wearing a red tinted photon suit." He points at the moving hologram with a sour frown. "Here! Hox should have noticed that a group of Enforcers had strayed from the first row of houses. The order is always to remain in sight and help each other out."

The male adult Enforcer in dark blue with the red tinted German Shepherd breed dog moved away from the airship and the groups of colorful glowing Enforcers, leading the line of colorful photon suits, that did not identify each name of the Enforcer through the hologram, and continued to move ahead toward the front row of houses and then swiftly scooted in-between the empty yard space of two houses and halted in the roadway. He pointed down to the center house and then the end of the street with a nod.

The female adult Enforcer in the aqua tinted photon suit with the red tinted Serbian Husky breed dog reached over and then shoved the small male child Enforcer in the yellow tined photon suit with the red tinted Mudi dog breed down towards the end of the street. Then the four glowing life forms quickly jogged down to the last house on the end of the second row.

The male adult Enforcer in the dark blue photon suit with the red tinted German Shepherd breed dog steered the taller female child Enforcer in the pale green tinted photon suit with the red tinted Chinook breed dog down towards the other of the same street as all four glowing life forms raced to the last house at the end of the second row.

The female teenager Enforcer in the dark green photon suit continued to stand in place, watching the others move away from her and her red tinted Jindo dog.

At the end of the street, the male adult Enforcer in the dark blue photon suit with his red tinted German Shepherd and the taller female child in the pale green photon suit with the red tined Chinook breed dog both marched toward the front door and then stopped. The adult Enforcer knocked on the door without a sound from the hologram.

The door opened and then revealed a tall unknown red haired male.

The male adult Enforcer in the dark blue protection suit lifted up and twisted the device into the smile of the unknown red haired male. The end point turned into a tone of bright green. Then the male adult Enforcer aimed his photon weapon and killed the unknown red haired male. The adult Enforcer quickly entered the house with the young female child Enforcer and their red tinted two companion dogs for a few seconds.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the airship with a sour frown. "Right here, my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I am so glad that he is dead."

Gladino exhales with worry and then looks at the colors on the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

Then, the male adult Enforcer in dark blue, the taller female child Enforcer in red tint, their red tinted two companion dogs exited the house, dashing across the manicured yard to the next house, repeating the same procedure.

The unknown red haired male or any of his family members didn't come out of the house.

In the middle of the street, the female teenage Enforcer in the pale green photon suit marched up the steps with her red tinted Jindo breed dog and then stopped. She knocked on the door and then looked down at the MUTT devise.

The door opened and revealed an unknown small black haired child.

The MUTT devise turned bright green in color.

The female teen Enforcer pulled out her weapon and fired at the small black haired child, burning the child inside the archway into a pile of drifting orange tinted ashes. Her red tinted Jindo dog entered the residence first as teen Enforcer followed behind her dog into the internal of the home.

A few seconds later, the female teen Enforcer in the dark pale photon suit exited the house with her natural looking Jindo dog without a red tinted photon suit running in a rush and then moved to the next house and then repeated her procedure with the next family unit.

At the end of the street, the adult female Enforcer in an aqua tinted photon suit with the red tinted Serbian Husky dog and the small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted red tinted Mudi breed dog ran to the last house and then marched up the steps, stopping. She knocked on the door.

The door opened and revealed an unknown tall, brown haired teen male.

She lifted up the devise and twisted the cylinder. The end points blazed in bright green. She nodded to the unknown teen brown haired male, back stepping with her red tinted Serbian Husky dog and the small male child Enforcer with the red tinted Mudi breed dog from the archway.

The unknown brown haired teen nodded back and then closed the door.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram recording with a deep sigh and then points at the hologram doorway with a sour frown. "Right here, my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. The rouge Enforcer is killing each family inside each house. And my brother or the other Enforcers do not know this."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The adult female Enforcer in aqua tint with her Siberian Husky breed dog in red tint photo suit and the small male child Enforcer in yellow hue photon suit with his red tinted Mudi breed dog swiftly moved to the next residential house.

They marched up the steps and then stopped. She knocked on the door. The door opened and presented an unknown tall and gray-haired female.

The adult female Enforcer in aqua tint photon suit pointed the devise at the gray haired female. The end point burned in red hue. The adult female Enforcer pointed the photon weapon and discharged a matching aqua tinted ion into the human, burning the elderly woman to death.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! That is a cold-blooded murder of a nice old lady for no reason. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I should grab and execute his children also."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The small male child Enforcer ran around the glowing fire of the dying elderly woman and dashed inside her house with the two companion dogs behind his boot heels.

A few seconds later, the small male child Enforcer in yellow tint exited the house, bounding up and down over the front porch with happiness and then dashed over the manicured grass, running beside the two red tinted companion dogs.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! That's a small child who is committing a cold-blooded murdering act on a nice old lady for no reason. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I should grab and execute his mother also."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The adult female Enforcer dashed out behind the two red tinted companion dogs.

Then, the four glowing life forms ran ahead and then dashed up to a new front door of a new house, repeating the same deadly procedure.

At the opposite end of the second row of houses, the adult male Enforcer in dark blue photon suit and the taller female child in red tinted photon suit with their two red tinted companion dogs worked the side of the street, killing each family unit inside a house and then met up with the female teen Enforcer in dark green tinted photon suit beside her natural colored Jindo dog.

The adult male Enforcer in dark blue with the red tinted German Shepherd pointed to the next row of house and then ran ahead toward the roadway. The taller female child in red tint with the red tinted Chinook breed dog followed behind him. He marched up the house in the middle of the third row and knocked on the door, standing with the red tinted German Shepherd.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! Each one of the rouge Enforcer killed every family member on the second row of house and then moved to the next row. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I should grab and execute his father also."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The front door slides open and reveals the cold barrel of a photon weapon. The barrel discharges out a purple-tinted ion. The male adult Enforcer, in the dark blue photon suit, drops down onto the hard concrete front porch. The flying ion hit the running taller female child Enforcer in the red tinted photon suit directly in the chest. The child halted and then dropped down onto the front porch screaming in pain that was not heard on the hologram.

The red tinted Mudi breed dog stopped and then dropped down curled beside the dying child while wiggling side to side, moving the muzzle with yelping pain, which was not heard on the hologram recording.

The red tinted German Shepherd dog swiftly charged the photon weapon and killed the unknown blonde haired female of the house while dissolving its red tinted doggie protection photon suit, exposing its natural furry black and tan colored canine coat.

The adult male Enforcer with a head of blonde hair and quickly charged inside the house also with his black and tan tinted German Shepherd breed dog.

A few seconds later, the black and tan tinted German Shepherd exited the house and then stopped, leaning down, sniffing the dead Mudi breed dog without the red tinted photon suit and then softly yelped in heartache. The adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and exited the house behind his companion dog and then stopped, looking down at heap of orange tinted ashes that used to be the tall female child Enforcer.

The exposed male adult Enforcer dashed down the steps of the home and then ran to the next house, up the steps, firing his weapon into the metal door. He burned a hole through the door and then kicked it open, firing a series of dark blue ions into the internal of the house. The black and tan colored German Shepherd left the dead Mudi dog behind and then dashed behind its owner, entering with a loud growl through the open door of the house also.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! The rough Enforcer is naked without his photon suit and exposed for all eyeballs to see. But, no! He is committing cold-blooded murder acts on each nice Autocrat neighbor, within the nice Autocrat neighborhood. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I should grab and execute his grandmother also."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

A few seconds later, the male adult Enforcer with blonde hair exited the house and ran down the steps, through the manicured grass toward the next occupied house, repeating his new deadly procedure. He continued to murder every single person and their companion dog by both surprise and force inside the third row of houses.

Then, the male adult Enforcer with the black and tan German Shepherd dashed around the corner and moved to the first house at the end of the fourth row. He continued to blast a hole into the metal door and then killed each family unit without mercy as his dog assisted, wearing a bloody mouth.

In the middle of the third row of houses, the teen female Enforcer in the dark green photon suit marched up the steps and then halted in front of the door with her Jindo dog. She turned to see the glowing commotion down the street and then back stepped from the front door. She dashed through the manicured grass and then raced up the steps, halting in front of the dead Mudi dog, squatting down and touched the dog with a nod of understanding, turning to see the adult male with a head of blonde hair.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! Finally, one of the bold and brave Autocrat neighbors fought back but didn't win. One rough Enforcer is dead but the rest are running around and still committing cold-blooded murder on each nice Autocrat neighbor. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I should grab and execute his grandfather also."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and the German Shepherd breed dog raced ahead toward the next house, entering into the house quickly and then exited the same house, after killing the family unit.

She stood upright from the wooden porch and then spin away from the dead dog and the pile of yellow tinted human colored ashes, dashing back down the steps and then raced to the next house. She ran up the steps and then onto the front porch, lifting her weapon, burning an opening through the metal door, without knocking. The Jindo dog entered first into the internal of the house and then she entered the house, firing the photon weapon at each person while her dog killed each companion dog.

A few seconds later, the Jindo dog exited the house with a bloody mouth first and then followed out by the teen female Enforcer in the dark green tinted photon suit. they moved down the steps.

They dashed across the lawn and then entered onto the next front porch, burning down each metal door and entered into the new house. She killed each person and every dog inside the family home on the third row of houses while repeating their deadly procedure.

At the end of the second row, the adult female Enforcer in aqua tint dashed ahead a few feet ahead of the small male child Enforcer in a yellow tinted photo suit, rounding the corner, greeting a line of Enforcers.

The line of Enforcers skipped to a halt and brought up a photon weapon, blasting an individual colored photon ion ray at the adult female Enforcer.

Her photon suit deflected three separate individual colored photon ions in the color of orange, yellow, and red hue. The next photon ion was colored in dark blue that was higher than her aqua colored photon protection shield. The dark blue ion sliced through her shielding, sailing through her throat. Her photon suit clicked off and showed her face with an open mouth.

Her non-bloody skull slide off her collar bone on an upright body and then landed down on top of the manicured lawn. Her headless body stood in place.

Her companion Husky dog in red tint halted beside the hidden view of the house, rolling down onto the ground, wiggling side to side and flopped over to one side. he stopped breathing and then died.

The small child Enforcer bounces up and down with happiness, waving his weapon in the air, turning wall corner on the house and dashes ahead over the manicured grass, halting in place.

His red-tinted companion dog Mudi breed dog swiftly races ahead barking and mouth drools towards the line of Enforcers, meeting a group of four Autocrat dogs. The three Autocrat dog split apart and then attack an individual limb on the single Mudi breed dog.

The red tinted photon protection suit appeared on each dog and became quickly deactivated from the doggie collision as each Autocrat dog jerked back and then ripped off one limb on the Mudi breed. The Mudi breed died in the air as each Autocrat dog spat out the hairy limb on the mutt breed dog.

The dead body of Mudi dog rested on top of the manicured grass in red blood proteins, white bones, and pink tissues.

The small child in the yellow tinted photon suit dropped down over the manicured lawn and then wiggled die to side. Then the child stopped moving and finally died a few seconds after his dog still wearing the yellow tinted photon suit.

The line of Enforcers in an individual colored photon protection suit swiftly rushed ahead to find the other two renegade Enforcers, searching on the third row of houses.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! Finally, the other Enforcers figure out something is wrong after seeing all the bloody bodies inside each house. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I am so glad my brother is dead."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

A second line of Enforcers swiftly jogged along the fourth row of house and then halted, aiming and fired an array of colored photon ions at the female teen Enforcer.

She stood inside the open archway of the house, after killing the family unit, hiding from the series of photon ions.

A third line of Enforcers swiftly dashed ahead and then halted in place, occupying the other side of the targeted house, firing an array of colorful photon ions at the same female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon protection suit.

Toward the end of the fourth row, the exposed male adult Enforcer exited the house and then stopped, seeing the two lines of Enforcers in front of the single house. He dashed down the steps of the home and then ran across the manicured lawn, firing his photon weapon at the back spine of each colored photon suit that contained an Enforcer.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! The rouge Enforcer can wand two individual photon weapons. Where did he learn to do that? I tell you right now, Gladino. The gang of MUTTs are better warriors than my group of trained Enforcers. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I am so glad my brother is dead."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The male adult Enforcer held two individual photon weapons in each cupped hand, hitting a rear skull or a back spine on each blind-side Enforcer, killing one after another along the row of Enforcers. The other Enforcers continued to concentrate on the female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit that hid inside the archway of the targeted house.

His black and tan German Shepherd companion dog raced ahead from his master and then viciously attacked each rear leg on one or two red tinted Autocrat dogs at a same time while maiming or killing the enemy dog immediately. Then the dog swiftly scooted sideways and killed the next Autocrat dog without mercy.

At the targeted house, her companion Jingo dog continued to hide behind the metal door in safety per her command. The female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit turned to see the exposed adult male Enforcer and his companion black and tan colored German Shepherd dog. He and his companion dog were attacking and killing one side of the two lines of Enforcers as each dying Enforcers turned into a pile of colored human ashes.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! That rouge Enforcers is trained in military tactics also. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I am so glad my brother is dead."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

The female teen Enforcer dropped down on top of the front porch aiming and firing from each cupped hand a pair of photon weapons wildly at the two lines of Enforcer as she killed some or wounded some or missed totally.

A few minutes later, the entire line of blinded-side Enforcers, the ones who were not wounded or a pile of colorful ashes, spun around from the teen and then fired at the adult male Enforcer with the blonde hair and his companion German Shepherd dog.

Both the adult male Enforcers with the blond hair and the black and tan German Shepherd breed dog burned into a pretty flame of fire and then sizzled into a pile of colored ashes. Dead.

At the targeted house, the teen female Enforcer in the dark green photon suit slowly crawled over the front porch and continued to protect her body from the ions while continuing to fire both her photon weapons into the two lines of Enforcers while killing or wounding each one as much as possible.

Her Jindo dog raced ahead from the house over the front porch and then leaped up into the air, sailing through the wave at the line of Enforcers. A violet tinted photon ion hit the soaring dog and then turned the Jindo breed into a pile of orange tinted ashes. The ashes sizzled in the nighttime darkness and then slowly drifted away with the slow breeze.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe stops the hologram with a sigh and then points at the doorway with a sour frown. "Look at that! Look at that! Look at the brave and fearless mutt dog. I wish that our Autocrat dogs had that much guts and gravel for the glory. And still my stupid and selfish brother Hox still does not know what is happening. I am so glad my brother is dead."

Gladino continues to exhale with worry and stares down at the pretty colors from the hologram over the smooth floor. She does not want to see the same recording of the violence while remaining silence.

On top of the front porch, the female teen Enforcer tumbled down the steps and then landed on top of the smooth vanilla walkway, dying without moving.

One of the lines swung around and dashed ahead toward the female teen Enforcer in the dark green photon suit, who rested on top of the walkway. The other line of Enforcers swiftly raced ahead also. An array of colorful photon ions discharged and then covered the female teen Enforcers. Her body blazed in pink colors and then sizzled in purple hue in final death.

**The two lines of Enforcers split around surveying the damage from the family of renegade Enforcers, attending to each wounded Enforcer or entering into each house or cleaning up a pile of colorful human ashes and dead dogs that had been achieved by the five rebels**.

Inside the Dark Room, Taxe exhales with a deep sigh and stares at the hologram with a sour frown. "That single team of five rouge Enforcers that included children were very, very good. They ended up murdering five rows of houses with an entire household with the mother, father, sisters, brothers and some grandparents and some aunts and uncles and half of my Enforcers. I'm so glad my brother is dead," he presses the button.

The hologram clicks off. The room returns to brightness.

Gladino looks up with a gasp with alarm and holds a dry throat with a tight sob. "This...this new terrible event of cold-blooded murder by cold-blooded murderers is so horrible. We have created a team of children to become a set of assassins. What has gone wrong here?"

"And I can answer that question. My Enforcers, who are the real teams of Enforcers, are very good under normal circumstances. However, this was not a normal situation. Istach went wrong. He and his wife Yulee had witnessed the public killing of the Barling family and their companion dogs, who lived in their neighbor by a team of Enforcers. Yes, you are thinking my same thoughts. The Barling family was a family of MUTTs. They had been quickly identified and then violently killed with lots of noise.

"Sixteen years old Zodall had been friends with a girl named Fostoria. Fostoria and her companion dog, a French Spaniel Bird dog was supposed to kill with her teen friend and come to the Enforcer session with her family unit that night. However, a clever Enforcer team found the entire family with their companion dogs first. The end!" He exhales. "So, pretty much, the entire family of Istach was mad, hurt, angry, sad, sorrow, and revengeful. So revengeful that they pretended to be honorable Enforcers and joined the ride, killing each Autocrat via the MUTT device. Then they were discovered and each one died a violent death too," he exhales with a nod.

"All of this mess brings up an excellent set of questions for me. Why is a MUTT different from an Autocrat? Normally, we hunt a MUTT at night. Since the discovery of the first ever MUTT by the TECH machine, every MUTT that has walked through an archway then has ran away and then hides out. Apparently, there is a mother ship that comes here and then collects each MUTT, if we don't kill them first."

She gasps. "Is that true?"

"Based on the growing army of MUTTs, I would say that is true."

She nods. "All right! Why didn't we capture one? And then, why didn't we perform a scientific experiment on a MUTT to figure out the differences between us and them?"

"We have been too busy finding and killing them through the day and the night. Or we have been chasing after and then killing them all including the family members and their companion dogs. No one has offered up that suggestion until now."

She gasps. "Are you offering up that suggestion now?"

"Yes, I am. I always thought a MUTT was some type of three-headed person with four pairs of eyeballs and a long purple tongue that spoke in a different language. We have been killing each one along with their family members and their companion dogs. A photon weapon is unmerciful to an upright lump of running flesh and bones. Nothing is left to analysis by the team of scientists."

She gasps. "What are you proposing, Taxe?"

He exhales with a nod. "That we find and kidnap a live and breathing MUTT that lives here secretly undercover within the Capital-Providence. We need a live MUTT and then compare to one of us in secret, of course."

She nods. "Yes, I concur, in secret. If this plan ever got out among the Autocrats, they would kill us instead."

He smiles. "Yes, they would, indeed. This is why I need your help."

She gasps. "What...what can I do here?"

"I need someone to go through the latest hologram recordings and find where a MUTT had been identified by the TECH machine. Then, I can go and find that MUTT in person and then haul that MUTT person back here for analysis."

She laughs. "That's too easy. You can go to the MUTT house and then retrieve a lost specimen like a hair follicle or a piece of fingernail or a used glass tumbler with dried mouth salvia. DNA molecules still live on dead human specimens."

He exhales. "I know that too. But each MUTT, that had been identified and then fled or died, left behind a house. At first, the MUTT house was burned down to the ground by an angry mod of Autocrats. Then, the Autocrats get wisdom. The MUTT is given to an Autocrat family or a poorer Autocrat family. The old MUTT house contents have been swept away with the remains of each residential MUTT or MUTTs. And I can't go in there and collect a set of hair follicles. The people would be suspicious along with the Autocrats."

"That's correct!"

He points to the wall with a stern face. "One of best methods for capturing a MUTT has been through TECH machine recordings. One of the Enforcers would sit in here and then review all the yesterday footage from the TECH machine, which identifies a MUTT. Then the MUTT and the family members will be found and then killed. I have not allowed an Enforcer in the Dark Room today. All the yesterday footage tapes are preserved and un-reviewed. Can you do that for me, Gladino? I don't trust anyone else."

She views each wall with a stern race. "Yes, I can. But the Enforcer is going to get suspicious, if he or she comes in here and finds me."

He frowns. "No. Each Enforcer is being checked as a spying MUTT. After what happened last night, I insisted upon each Enforcer be buzzed with my own equipment. I do believe that some of the braver and bolder MUTTs have infiltrated our ranks...

She gasps. "How is that possible? Every building has a TECH machine that greets each worker every morning and watches for a troublemaker or a problem."

"The entrance point into the Enforcer Center does not. There was no need. Each Enforcer took an oath to protect their citizens, their lands, their homes, their dogs, and their everything. The TECH machine was a spy tool to spy on the worker for the Enforcer group. Some of the older buildings have a set of ancient passages that hold a hidden entranceway throughout the forests. I do believe a spy could get inside one of the older buildings and might be going into that building that way for their true work job. Thus, the MUTT spy is bypassing the TECH machine for proper identification."

She gags in truth and then clears her throat with a croaking voice. "O really! I...I didn't know that secret information. Which building in particular? Do you know, Taxe? Do you possess that knowledge also, Taxe?"

He exhales. "No, I do not know that information. Probably, every building has some type of ancient passage in there, somewhere. That is my next task is to find and uncover any and all ancient passages coming and going into each building, if this war will ever end. But, that task will require much time and a delicate finesse."

"Definitely!"

He exhales. "Anyways, right here and right now, we keep killing their friends, family, and co-workers. I should have expected this type of retaliation, but I didn't prepare. Now, I'm paying the price. Anyways, that will help me, Gladino."

She nods. "Yes, I can do that. Where do you want me to start?"

He points to the side wall with a nod. "Right here! The forward wall contains all of yesterday's footage. Look through each one! It won't take too long, maybe a few hours. Then I'll come back and see if you found something."

She nods again. "All right!"

Taxe exits the room and wears a sour frown of defeat while pondering the end of the MUTTS.

The open archway slides shut with a soft swish.

Gladino stands with a sour frown in middle of the black tinted room in silence while pondering the end of the MUTT War, too, without activating yesterday's thread of holograms.
CHAPTER FIVETEEN

Den (MUTT refuge location)

Mountain peak location

Dark gray limestone rock and 90 feet high waterfall

66 degrees Fahrenheit

and dull sunshine and parted clouds of sunlight

10:10:10 hours/minutes/seconds (mid-morn)

3rd floor level location

Meeting room setting

The long empty hallway comprises two parallel tan colored walls, a matching semi-smooth floor base, and a rough matching ceiling of sharp pointy stalactites.

On each side wall, there is an individual chiseled cave room every ten feet. Each room exhibits a semi-rough circle without a sitting chair or a meeting table, only a solid floor of cold, hard stone in tan hue. There is an interior circle within the center of the room, where each dog can sit or stand during the meeting and eats a plate of food. Or a troublemaker is placed for interrogation.

Icky and Ibean both reach the end of the long hallway and then spin around, moving back down the cold and empty corridor, carefully searching inside each cave room, again, without seeing the teen girl Quip and her companion dog Quip.

He continues to wear a slightly dirty short-sleeved white shirt, a pair of slightly dusty faded blue jeans, and a pair of dusty cowboy boots from last night's adventure trip with the Sheriff and her deputies. Everyone MUTT is required to wash their own dirty clothing or trade a work task for someone else to wash their dirty clothing. Icky didn't have time to wash his dirty laundry last night and could not trade with any other MUTT work task. So, he walks around in a pair of dirty clothes but a full stomach of food and a heavy heart of worry as he cannot locate Quip and her companion dog Quirk anywhere around the mountain base.

Icky had personally sent the brave solo teen away from the Den for a vital mission back into one of the city-proveniences to kidnap an Autocrat child for a scientific experiment, last night, before the beginning of the battle fight on White Sands.

Currently, Quip and her companion dog Quirk has not safely returned back to the safety of the Den.

Icky and Ibean had awoken this morning around six o'clock, finding his sleeping cone empty, without his girlfriend Freckles and her companion dog Fancy. Today, Freckles has a new assignment also leaving out early with her dog to start the new day.

Outside the sleeping cone, inside the common lavatory on the opposite wall, Icky refreshed a face and then started the long search for the missing teen, three hours ago. He had searched every floor among all the sleeping cones, the breakfast meal session, and the clean-up crews, without spotting the brave teen.

Now, he searches the last floor within the Den that contains of individual meeting rooms while hoping the girl is hiding out with the young kidnapped child here. But all the meetings are empty also.

Ibean trots beside the leg on his master Icky strolling down a long hallway with a doggie smile, dancing to the parallel side wall, looking into the next meeting with his doggie happiness. He looks up with the silly doggie smile to see a worried brow on his master Icky and then returns back with a doggie smile to see the next meeting room.

Human master Icky continues to move down the corridor and then scans each meeting room in silence.

A circular staircase leads a person up or down within the Den compound which is more an uneven individual step rather than a straight across cut of stone that leans into the curved stone wall on the mountain for easy access to the upper levels.

Ibean possesses a set of sharp eyesight wearing a white and black tinted coat of very short fur which was easily maintained here inside the cavern and outside in the wilderness. A dolichocephalic skull possesses relatively long in comparison to its breadth with an elongated muzzle and a set of four long skinny legs on a slender graceful body and as the tall and skinny Greyhound breed dances side to side in happiness seeing its own kind.

The other Greyhound dog swiftly passes by the open archway of the meeting room without stopping to view Ibean.

A Greyhound breed dog is a gentle and intelligent canine with a set of long powerful legs, a deep chest, a flexible back spin, and a slim build that races with doggie energy which exceeds 40 miles-per-hour while traveling 66 feet-per-second. The dog is aloof and indifferent to strangers, but affectionate with their own pack dogs. The breed is a docile, lazy, easy-going, and calm canine and is bred for sprinting rather than endurance with a set of four long legs and a slender body.

Inside the corridor, Ibean looks back up to see the worried brow of Icky and then returns back to face an open archway, where the other Greyhound dog stands. Ibean swiftly dashes away, leaving his master. Ibean is not worried. His master Icky will follow behind his waggling tail immediately, like always, since Ibean and Icky are never separated for any reason or amount of time.

Near the doorway of the meeting room, Icky straightens up from the door frame with a grin and stares with a puzzled brow at the waggling tail on Ibean, who slowly disappears down the long empty corridor for a purpose. He smiles, "Yeah! He has found her dog Quirk. Good job, Ibeam!"

Ibean possesses a pair of acute canine eyesight and must have seen a familiar doggie friend while leaving his master behind. He swiftly moves ahead with a smile and turns, exiting from the hallway into the dark tinted steps.

Icky turns into the staircase with a gasp and then dashes up each step with a puzzled brow. "Spot!"

The eleven-year-old young female is nicknamed Spot, possessing a blonde tinted ponytail and tone of light tinted skin, wearing a dirty tan colored short sleeved shirt, a pair of dirty ripped and faded blue jeans, and a pair of red colored cowgirl boots. She quickly dashes beside her companion dog moving up the staircase.

Her companion dog stands 24 inches tall and weighs eighty pounds. The Akita breed dog is a bold and willful mammal that is wary of all strangers or all Autocrats, but loyal to her mistress and her new set of friends, like Ibean. The canine is colored on top in black and tan with a solid white underbelly, staring at Icky, without barking or growling. The dog breed possesses a docile, courageous, responsive, faithful, friendly, receptive, alert, dignified, and composed-like doggie personality.

The eleven-year-old Spot stops and then spins around with a smile to see Icky, "Sir!"

He moves ahead and then stops on top of the staircase step beside Ibeam, standing over her cropped brown colored hair roots with a slightly smile. "I...I was wondering if you have seen that young teen girl named Quip. She is sixteen years old and possesses a head of cropped blonde colored hair next to the skull bone. She is tall and slender with a pair of green eyeballs and wears a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, a sleeveless green tinted shirt, and a pair of unpolished brown tinted cowgirl boots."

"No."

He nods his grayish-black colored skull with a stern face. "Her dog is nicknamed as Quirk, who is a Blue tick Coonhound female dog breed. Quirk measures twenty-two inches in height and weighs sixty-five pounds, wearing a short, coarse, glossy set of black tinted spots on the solid white coat. The Blue tick name comes from the black ticking on the white coat, giving an aura of navy blue color. The black ticking covers the entire body on the dog and as the dog wears a pair of solid black floppy ears and spots of solid black hue on the back spine and the sides of the body. A set of tan colored dots run over each eye socket and the sides of the muzzle. A Blue tick Coonhound possesses an athletic and hardy body, exhibiting an intelligent, obedience, and happy doggie personality. A Blue tick Coonhound breed is very mindful of their owner and easily obeys the voice of its owner without hesitation. The coon dog is bred to bay while hunting with a very high vocal sound. Have you seen that dog?"

She shakes her curls. "No!"

He looks up with a puzzled brow, observing a back spine on each MUTT, who moves up the staircase toward the mountain peak. "Where are you going with the other MUTTs?"

She smiles. "I'm going to ride inside one of the freight ships. It's going to blast off from the forest and sail towards the Capital-Provenience."

He returns back with a confused brow to see Spot. "Why is a second freight ship going to the Capital-Provenience? We have one there already."

"It came back fully loaded with more MUTTs and their mutt dogs. Dr. Freckles is examining each one for worms."

He frowns. "That's worries, not worms."

She laughs. "They could have some worms. I learned all about earthworms, hookworms, ring worms in my heath class."

He exhales. "Yeah, that's great. Ugh! Don't you have some classes or homework assignment to do right now? It's after nine o'clock. Isn't there a school session right now?"

She grins. "Naw! Classes are cancelled, since we won the battle fight last night. Everyone is busy crying or mourning or eating or healing or something. So, they needed a skeleton crew on the next freight ship for the new flight to the Capital-Provenience, this morning. I volunteered to go. I ain't ever been on a ship, but the time that I had left my home running way from the..."

"Okay!" He reaches over and pats her arm with a nod. "You are to be good and listen to the captain and obey all the mature adults with their vocal instructions. The group of Enforcers is out and about, during the entire daylight hours too, looking for our MUTT ships and for all the other escaping MUTTs."

She nods with a stern face. "Yes sir! I will. I gotta go. The rest of the crew is leaving me behind and moving onto the mountain peak."

"Good luck!" He exhales with concern.

Spot and her companion dog Saddle swiftly spin around with youth energy and then race up the steep staircase of solid tan colored rock, reaching the opening in record speed, disappearing into the sunlight and off the staircase.

On top of the staircase alone, Icky exhales with confusion. The middle-aged human male is too old to race with his active Greyhound and slowly climbs up each rough cave step with a deep sigh and worry for Quip and her companion dog Quirk. He reaches the flat opening and the last staircase step, peeking over the flat rock surface, without the wet nose of Ibeam.

A Greyhound breed is a quiet, gentle, and loyal pet to its owner, very loving and enjoys the company of both humans and other dogs. The dog coexists happily with other tiny dogs and small cats. Ibeam is happiest in a quiet environment like the internal hallways of the Den, not on top of the 900 foot mountain peak.

Overall, Ibeam behaves very well inside the internal of the Den, which is the named MUTT refuge that resides inside an ancient mountain that is part of an ancient range of mountains at the edge on the continent of Authority.

The new place offers thick wilderness, diverse wildlife, and alpine lakes. There are numerous foot trails and scenic landmarks that consist of a single cascading fresh water waterfall dropping down into a placid lagoon or numerous snow-capped peaks that reach the skyline, a paradise of beauty and danger.

The whole land length of Authority lies between two extremities, the southern and the northern, with a distance by roadway measurement of 878 miles. The entire trip takes an individual by a solar bike fourteen days to converse. By a faster air-car, a person can reach the edge of the land in eight hours. By a wing-ship, in maximum speed, the person can land there within thirty minutes, if an extreme emergency, which blows the engine and permanently damages the wing-ship, without an escape vehicle.

On top of the mountain peak, Icky sees the commotion and as his upper chest feels the forced heated air of each engine.

A set of individual wing-ships lifts off the rock surface, flying the skeleton team toward the jungle setting, where a fleet of beaten up and rusty freight ship hide from the Autocrats and the wild jungle animals but the flock of birds that enjoy pooping on the unnatural metal beast. Each wing-ship will return and park back on the rock surface, in case of another new battle fight with the Autocrats.

The assigned bigger freight ship will blast off from the grassy jungle parking spot and then soar freely through the air waves for two hours before reaching the final destination within the Capital-Provenience.

Icky scans the rows of individual wing-ships. The first row is almost empty, where a current wing-ship flies one member of the crew toward the freighter ship. The rest of rows of ships are complete. And the last row is missing an individual wing-ship, one of the modified two-seater ships that the teen girl had taken last night.

Now, he has confirmed that sixteen-year-old brave MUTT teen Quip and her bold companion dog Quirk is truly missing from the Den environment. She and her dog are dead. Else she and her dog have been captured by the Autocrats. However, he has not heard, if a squad of Autocrats keeps a physical prison with captured MUTT prisoners for torment and torture, only killing their enemy in the house or on the battlefield.

Thus, the hope of completing the scientific experiment between an Autocrat and a MUTT has failed.

Icky exhales with worry and back steps from the rock surface, spinning around with a sour frown, moving back down the staircase with a deep sigh of disappointment. He plans to carefully scan each floor level for the missing teenager, before visiting his girlfriend Freckles, who works her medical magic on the seventh floor level and present the terrible news.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Second Building, the Enforcer Center

Second Family

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky

and wedded mate Kortbee and her Schipperke breed dog Devil

Burnt and deceased Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

and live widow Firkle and her Dandie Dinmont Terrier bred dog Darling

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum

and wedded mate Nalls and his Smooth Fox Terrier breed dog Doug

Second Building location

Dull sunlight and warm temperatures

10:25:44 hours/minutes/second (late am)

Second floor level location

Dark Room setting

Gladino continues to stand in the middle of the room and exhales with defeat, pondering the end of the MUTT War, slowly turning and then moves ahead towards the entrance wall with the closed door and then stops. She removes her pair of heels and massages each aching foot sole, dropping the pair of shoes beside her leg. Her two eyeballs stare at a wide panel of solid wood in black paint and as she frowns with annoyance. "Where are the shelves of holograms located? Where the hologram chips located inside this room? Where is the menu to access each hologram chip? O right! A hologram is an electronic recording, not a physical one," she looks down with a smile to see an outline on top of the floor, in front of the entrance wall. She slams a shoe sole on top of the foot panel. A small metal panel slides open and exposes a glowing electronic filing cabinet on the black tinted wall twinkling with numerous rows of individual hologram chips in white hue.

She stares at the rows of objects and exhales with work, "Geez! I must examine each one," Gladino slams a shoe sole down on top of the next foot panel. The larger panel slides open on top of the black tinted metal floor. A single black tinted physical sitting chair rises upward from the storage room and then settles in front of her. She scoots around and then sits down, staring at the twinkling rows of hologram tapes, exhaling with annoyance.

She had only visited with Taxe to aid her in ending the MUTT War, not the other way around.

Gladino reads the time stamp and then reaches, touching the closest wiggling electronic chip. The Dark Room does not illuminate with the current hologram. She frowns. "Defective! Even the chip are against me today," she reaches over and touches the next electronic chips. The hologram does not start. She frowns in annoyance and continues to lightly touch each consecutive wavering electronic ship without activating the matching hologram recording and then halts, laughing out loud. She lifts up her hand and wiggles her fingers inside the silky glove chuckling out loud, exhaling with happiness. "That was fun and I laughed." She removes the glove and then reaches out to the first electronic chip, tapping the white glow, releasing the hologram. The hologram unfolds behind her chair and displays the entrance wall with an open archway into the Authority Headquarters building, where some of the workers work. The other workers work throughout the other two buildings. She removes the other glove and drops both of her hands down into her lap while exhaling with frustration, staring at the wall of glowing individual hologram chips. "I must review each entrance archway for three buildings during the work rush. I'll be here all day long. I can't sit here all day long. I have a day job. I have a war to run, to end." Gladino frowns. "Taxe is correct. I feel it also. There is a spy among the Autocrats, who is selling new information to the MUTT leadership that preps them for a glorious victory and the Autocrats for a bloody defeat. That is the only way for the MUTT warriors to beat up and then kill all of the Autocrat soldiers. And Authority is running out of the trained Autocrat soldiers also. I might need to start using some of...of...my dead kinfolks," she laughs and then spins the chair around viewing the hologram.

The entrance wall comprises tan colored smooth stones with an open square-shaped archway, where the TECH machine parts are built inside the stones of the archway, without exposing the metal pieces.

The first worker to arrive for his working job is a male, possessing a long ponytail blended in the colors of white, black, and yellow, walking beside his companion dog, the Lurcher canine.

The Lurcher dog is a cross-breed between the Greyhound breed dog and a Collie breed dog possessing a tall and slender Greyhound body frame with silky skin or a hairy coat coming from the Collie genes, a pair of floppy ears, a small narrow bone skull like the Greyhound breed, a deep chest, standing at 30 inches in height and weighs 60 pounds.

Historically, the Lurcher dog had been bred for poaching hares, rabbits, and foxes from the farmland and wild boar and deer as fresh food entrees for the humans.

The dog breed exhibits a quiet, gentle and loyal demeanor to the owner and possesses great speed that chases, corners, and kills it prey for food or fun.

The shaggy fur coat on the Lurcher breed dog exhibits the same colorful lines of individual white, black, and yellow hue that matches the exposed facial skin and hair strands on its master. The male wears a yellow long-sleeved dress shirt with a white tinted bowtie, a pair of black tinted trousers, a pair of matching black dress shoes.

In the Dark Room, inside her chair, Gladino laughs with girly amusement at the silly worker and then gasps in alarm. "Hologram is this man classified as a MUTT?"

The hologram program does not answer in sound, only displays in silence a yellow tinted single word: NO.

She nods with a stern face. "Hologram, execute sound!" The hologram produced a single sharp tone. Gladino nods. "If the individual is classified as a MUTT, please shout loud the word, MUTT, and then stop the image here inside this Dark Room and only to First Daughter Gladino. Hologram, do you understand my command?"

The hologram speaks with a low timber. "Yes."

On the hologram image, workers slowly stroll through the entrance archway in silence. Gladino continues to watch each worker. "This is fun and funny. I should examine each worker during the morning arrival into the Authority Headquarters building. I do not know that gentlemen or his department or his work job. Maybe, I need to leave my throne room and walk around the building while meeting and greeting some of the current workers. However, his companion dog is quite impressive. A Lurcher canine chases, captures, and kills its prey. Yes, my army of Autocrats needs more Lurcher canines, not the sissy Yorkie Terrier breed dogs. A tall mammal with a tall, muscular master, I should recruit him and his companion dog for my Autocrat army. I need make a mental note and tell Taxe. I know that the Autocrat soldiers are not winning the battle war but dying on the battle field. Yes, I should walk around the floor levels and personally start to recruit a set of new candidates into the diminishing and defective Enforcer group, where Taxe can train and employ in the Autocrat army to finally defeat those annoying MUTTs."

On the hologram recording, several individuals slowly strut through the open archway with their companion dog, appearing like their beloved canine, without alarming the hologram image.

After a few minutes, Gladino frowns with annoyance. "This is so boring and so unproductive and so useless, for me. I feel overwhelmed and overworked, all of the time. I didn't expect my leadership role to be like this, when I was elected as the First Daughter of Authority, three weeks ago. I didn't expect all my people to become divided and then participated in a civil war, three weeks ago. I didn't expect to find my biological sister murdered, this morning. I should call my elderly parents. But, Adim has done that. Another memorial service, without a body, will be conducted along lovely garden of wildflowers at the western mountain range. My parents will not be pleased that my sister is dead but the Authority leadership has always taken care of their nasty problems in private and with a photon gun."

On the hologram recording, more individuals continue to appear and then slowly strut through the open archway with their companion dog, appearing like their beloved canine, without alarming the hologram image.

She continues to sit in the comfortable chair and flops both of her arms down into her lap, exhaling with boredom. "I'll going to be sitting here in this chair and inside this Dark Room, all day and night to finish my tart assignment for Tax. Hologram, reduce down the image to...to...to ten percent of magnification and place on the side wall, but continue to scan for the classification of MUTT."

The hologram quickly reduces the recording image down into the shape and size of a personal female handbag, tossing the active recording into the side metal wall and as it continues to display each new worker for their working job, in silence.

She spins around with a smile and examines the exposed shelf of glittering white colored hologram chips. "I am here for the rest of the morning and there are thousands of chips. Which one do I wanna see, for fun?" She leans down and wiggles her naked index finger, randomly selecting a glittering electronic chip towards the lower shelf, gently tapping on warm electronic circle that holds a mysterious hologram recording. The middle of the floor displays a new image.

The image stands in front of an open square-shaped archway and waves both of her hands to the crowd of people, who wear various hair styles, skin tones, hair color, heights and weighs.

She displays a tall and slightly plump body frame possessing a head of twisted black tinted hair strands in a tight bun on top of her bone skull, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin. She wears a long-sleeved, long gown in bright plum hue and smiles to the crowd. "Good afternoon, my people. I am Euso. I am your new ruler of Authority. I am called First ..."

Inside the Dark Room, Gladino gasps in shock and spins the chair around, smiling at the image, "Euso! I know that name. How do I know that name?" She snaps her fingers with a nod. "That is my great-great grandmother Euso. She has been elected the first rule, the First Daughter of Authority. She started the line of leadership that become the modern day Autocrats. This is her victory speech to the citizens in front of the newly constructed Authority Headquarters building. And this is before the introduction of flying carriages and the identification machines, but hologram equipment that has recorded her first speech. My great-great grandmother Euso ruled for ten years and then retired from office. She passed away at the age of 71 years old. I have never seen her image before. This is so nice! This is so nice! Are there are images of my great-great grandmother Euso as the First Daughter of Authority. This is the new information that I need to handle the MUTT War. Yes. Yes. Yes." She spins around with giggles and reaches out, touching a new glittering hologram chip. The old image becomes disconnected as two holograms cannot run on the same floor format and then disappears from the room. The new image displays on the floor.

A single female stands in front of an open square-shaped archway on the Authority Headquarters building and waves one hand at the crowd of people, who wear various hair styles, skin tones, hair color, heights and weights.

She displays a tall and slender body frame possessing a head of twisted black tinted hair strands in a tight bun on top of her bone skull, a pair of aqua eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin.

She wears a long-sleeved, long dress in dull peach hue and smiles to the crowd. "Good morning, citizens! I am First Daughter Kamure. I am here to announce the introduction of the latest marvel, TECH. The four letters represent Technology Enhancement Communication Hub. The TECH computer will identify your needs, before you even think of it. The sophisticated computer will scan each part of your body at your inconvenience. What I mean here to say. The computer will be placed inside each doorway of every public building. If TECH detects an illness in your biological body, then TECH will contact a physician for your health. If TECH detects a sickness within your companion dog, then TECH will a physician for the dog's health. The TECH computer is so advanced that it will say 'good morning' to your person and your companion dog also..."

Inside the Dark Room, in the chair, Gladino laughs with a nod. "It did. Hello, Kamure! You are my grandmother. This had been your last goal and final purpose employing the use and abuse of machines throughout the land of Authority," she laughs and then turns, scanning the other active hologram images on the side wall. Inside the first active hologram, the next individual walks through the open archway with their companion dog, without a sound from the hologram brains.

She returns and smiles at her dead grandmother. "O yes! That greeting feature was disconnected as it was quite annoying for everyone, including the dogs and the cats and the birds and the squirrels and the trees and the plants," she laughs. "It is very nice to see you, pretty and middle-aged, again, Grandmother Kamure. You had lived a long life of 85 years and serviced as First Daughter of Authority for 27 years. That's quite a feat. I hope I complete my first year of service as the First Daughter of Authority. The first two months have been hell on earth and angels in heaven."

On the hologram floor, Kamure continues to smile at the crowd of citizens. "The TECH computer is so advanced that the machine will detect the warning signs of a heart attack or a stroke as you move through the circuits. The TECH machine is so advanced that you can speak a sentence to an individual. Then that sentence will greet the individual as the person moves through the archway, such like, your wife, your child, your mother, your father, or your mother-in-law," she chuckles with the audience.

" **The TECH machine scans the gene material that attaches to the body of an individual. For example, if your wife hugs her biological mother and then your biological wife hugs your biological body, then your biological body might contain a single hair follicle from your mother-in-law. Then the TECH machine will scan your biological body and store that individual's DNA and any related gene deposits. So, when you walk through any the TECH machine and loudly curse at your mother-in-law by name, you should be more careful or selective," she laughs and then smiles. "The TECH machine reads the DNA of each individual. And if that particular individual possesses other types of DNA, then the information stores the new information inside the machine for future access."**

Gladino frowns. "It can! It can? Why can it do that? How can it do that? What is the purpose of storing DNA strands from a human, inside a machine? I think I have found a glitch, in the ditch programming inside this machine. Yes. Yes, I have found something here. Yes. Yes, I can use this something here." She spins around with a stern face while the hologram image continues and then she reaches out, hunting for another glittering chip with the same information coming from an ancient recording of her grandmother. "Ugh! The chips are not labeled. Wait! Why are these historical chips located here inside the Enforcer Building? Why aren't each one of these ancient chips in the Science Building, inside the appropriate recorder room? That place location stores and preserves all of the chips, without damage and foreverly," she exhales with annoyance. "I will inquire with Taxe, when he eventually returns back into the Dark Room and checks on my progress, like a teaching bot." She gently taps on one of the glittering chips, where is not labeled and then spins around to face the middle space, before the image starts.

Two females stand together in front of an open square-shaped archway on the Authority Headquarters building without waving to the crowd of people, who wear various hair styles, skin tones, hair color, heights and weights plus their individual companion dogs.

One female displays a tall, middle-aged, plump body frame possessing a head of twisted grayish-black tinted hair strands in a tight bun on top of her bone skull, a pair of violet eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin. She wears a one-piece jumpsuit in dull red tone and smiles to the crowd, wrapping an arm around the second female.

The second female displays a tall, slender, youthful body frame possessing a long ponytail in black tinted hair strands, a pair of violet eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin. She wears a one-piece jumpsuit in bright pale blue and smiles to the crowd.

The middle-aged female nods. "Good citizens of Authority! I am the former First Daughter Musela. I am here to announce your new ruler, my daughter Gladino." The crowd cheers for the new ruler of Authority.

Musela releases Gladino and leans over, patting the archway on the ancient Authority Headquarters building. "I have retired and am leaving public service of Authority. But I leave you in good two hands and good machine parts, both Gladino and TECH. The four letters represent Technology Enhancement Communication Hub. The TECH computer has also been upgraded to make your person there at home, here at work, or anywhere around the community feeling safe from all of the wandering wild animals and secure from the pretend fairies as we live in peace, harmony, and joy here in the city and the outskirts of Authority. Please welcome your new ruler and my daughter Gladino into personal service and care for your welfare and your companion dog's welfare too." She releases the wall and hugs her daughter with a smile. The crowd cheers.

Inside the Dark Room, Gladino continues to stare at the hologram recording image with a sour frown. "That's my mother Musela. That is her last speech, before I had taken over her office of horrors and became the new First Daughter of terror. The line of female rulers is about to end, Mother, if I do not figure out how to solve or end or terminate the gang of annoying and deadly MUTTs in the bloody MUTT War. My family has ruled the country of Authority for 350 years and is not counting forward. What to do now? I don't know. However, I have a faint clue. My great-great grandmother Euso ruled and gathered all of the different peoples into a country. She had ruled for ten years and then she died at the age of 71 years old. My great grandmother ruled next and worked on sickness, disease, hunger, and poverty issues, during her ruler reign of 21 years. She died at the age of 83 years old. Then her daughter and my grandmother Kamure took the country by storm and ruled for 27 years, completely conquering sickness, disease, hunger, and poverty for each person and each canine. The country of authority was alive and prosperous and healthy increasing the population, especially with canines. She retired at the age of 60 years old and then died at the age of 85 years old. My mother was elected as the First Daughter of Authority with a thriving economy and happy citizens, who enjoy accepting a companion dog as a gift from each parent. Then, the human and the dog become inseparable making each human happy and productive. My mother ruled a happy place for 50 years and then retired at the age of 70 years old. I had been born during her reign and paired with a Poodle breed dog at birth. All of the ruler females had been paired with the Poodle breed dog. The Standard Poodle is a friend to the owner and a monster to the enemy. That arrangement made perfect sense. Every baby was paired with a cute puppy. The happy beginning but the horrible ending. The TECH had been introduced at the end of my grandmother's reign and the beginning of my mother's rule. The TECH machine has nicely operated for seventy five years, without a glitch. Wait! My mother said something in that recording. I honestly do not remove my first day of service. I was too excited and nervousness and thrilled and happy. Then, the first wave of victims started the MUTT War for some strange reason, that late afternoon." She snaps her finger and nods with a stern face. "Yes. Yes, my mother said something. Hologram Two, stop playing! Go backwards to the first words coming from the parted lips of First Daughter Musela and then replay both the audio and visual image back to me!" The image disappears and then reappears presenting the two females inside the open archway, speaking out loud.

The middle-aged female nods. "Good citizens of Authority! I am the former First Daughter Musela. I am here to announce your new ruler, my daughter Gladino." The crowd cheers for the new ruler of Authority.

Musela releases Gladino and leans over, patting the archway on the ancient Authority Headquarters building. "I have retired from my first position and am leaving public service, permanently. But I leave you in good human hands and good machine parts, both Gladino and TECH. The four letters represent Technology Enhancement Communication Hub. The TECH computer has also been upgraded to make your person there at home, here at work, and anywhere around the community feel safe from all of the wandering wild animals and secured from the pretend fairies..."

"Stop, Hologram Two!" Gladino gasps in alarm. The hologram image poses on her mother without words. She nods. "That's it! The TECH machine had been upgraded throughout the community, because each silly citizen did not lock the front or the back door on their residential home. Actually, all of the citizens did not use the front or the back door, leaving the archway open and accessible for their family, friends, pets, and a cool morning breezy wind current. Then, there was rash of dead dogs that had encountered a group of wild animals, who was looking for its next food meal. That's it! The TECH machine had been upgraded with real, true dead wild animal DNA scouting for an approaching wild squirrel or opossum or mountain lion. I found it. I know it. I found a programming glitch. This is it! The TECH machine is malfunctioning and then randomly selecting a citizen and then declares it a Mammal of Unknown Technology whatever. I can't remember the words for a MUTT person." She spins around and studies the row of glittering white tinted chips. "I need to find the chip that talks about the details of the MUTT upgrade programming. Wait! I can get that information from..." she frowns. "I don't know who or where or how. That upgrade was two months ago. I could ask Taxe or Vollen. No. They like the MUTT War. I do not want war, but peace. They will purposefully toss obstacles in my leadership pathway." She reaches out and withdraws her finger. "The information, that I am seeking would be in the middle of the row that comes from my mother Musela." She gently taps the middle glittering white colored chip with a smile and quickly spins around to face the middle floor bouncing up and down with excitement with her new discovery. The digital image starts with a thick, single red tinted light and then unfolded into a bedroom.

"My water broke," a black-haired, pale-skinned, petite Poteet rolls off the wet bed mattress and gleams with a smile. "Get up, Howe! My water broke! The baby's coming!" The first day of the week with hot weather, at 7:07 am, she waddles around the bed frame and then dresses in a fresh dress, slipping on a pair of flip-flops. Her body is swollen from nine months and two weeks of unborn baby and tons of baby fluid.

Howe rolls off the wet bed mattress with a grunt and dashes ahead, slamming a face into the tall furniture piece that houses his clothes, back stepping with a chuckle, quickly dressing. "I'm ready. I'm getting dressed. I'm so excited."

"I'm dressed and waddling to the car. Hurry, Howe! I feel pain."

He grabs the car keys and his wallet, spinning around, racing into the kitchen and stopped, opening the refrigerator and grabbed the object. He back stepped and slammed the door shut, rushing into the garage and entered into the car with his wife Poteet. Finally, the overdue baby finally had decided to come into the world.

He rolled the car out from the garage, traveling over the roadway towards the local hospital.

Inside the car, Poteet was safely buckled into the passenger seat with a smile, holding her swollen stomach with a sour frown, "Ugh, more pain! Park in the emergency parking lot! What's that silver object in the cup holder?"

He drove fast with a smile. "I remember. A thermos of cold hazelnut gourmet coffee..."

"Ugh, more pain! Register in the birthing suite without waiting. What for?"

He drove fast with a grin. "I remember. I don't like the taste of that hospital cafeteria coffee."

"Ugh, more pain! Call our parents, after the birth of our child! The coffee is cold."

He drove faster with a stern face. "I remember. I can heat the thermo of cold coffee inside the microwave at the nurses' station."

"Ugh, more pain. I don't want them hanging around the room with us. How can you do that?"

He drove faster with a smile. "I remember. On our baby tour, the nurse said that I could heat up any food item inside the nurses' lounge."

She leaned down with in pain and panted in shallow breathes below the dashboard with a sneer, "Ugh, more pain! The baby's coming. And I noticed that you spent all your time inside the nurses' lounge, instead of touring the birthing room."

He drove faster with a frown. "I remember. I don't like blood or puke. You are the one using the hospital room, not me. I just stand behind your head and don't watch," laughing.

She sat upright and stared into the car windshield with a scream. "Ugh! Stop!"

The car slammed into the metal side a city dump truck and then skidded over the grass media, landing on the grill inside a deep ditch. Her body was slammed forward into the diagonal safety belt at the throat and the hip bones as her forehead enclosed a silver tinted flying obstacle, the thermo mug. Poteet passed out into unconscious inside the car seat with a soft moan, "My baby..."

At 10:10 am, inside the white painted hospital room, Poteet awake with a slight head and a soft groan of pain and then a yelp. Her eyeballs were covered in a dark blindfold. She wiggled both arms. One arm was free. The other arm strapped and entrapped into a contraption near her jaw line which shifted back and forth only. She wiggled both legs. Both of her legs were also strapped and entrapped into an individual contraption that lifted up off a soft surface. Her butthole rested inside a soft bed mattress. She yelled out loud with a cough and then sneezed and then gagged with her mouth saliva as a single word softly whispered in the air waves, "Help!"

On the side wall inside the room, a tall and slender white haired elderly woman stood upright from the chair and moved ahead, standing next to Poteet, reaching out with a hand and a smile, "Poteet, honey, you're here in a hospital bed..."

Poteet gagged and then coughed out the two words." My baby...

"The baby is dead, Poteet, honey. You had a bad, bad car accident on the highway. You have two broken legs in a cast, a right broken arm in a cast, and your eyes are covered in a set of bandages. The hot coffee hit your pretty face and caused second degree burns. Both of your legs and the right arm wears a pretty colored blue individual soft sling, which has been elevated off the bed for better circulation and healing. Now, you are going back to sleep for more rest. The physician is going to give you more sleeping medication. Sleep well, Poteet!"

Poteet screamed and then gagged, coughing out loud, shaking all the slings, flinging the healthy arm in the air with angry, fear, and sorrow. Her mind was dizzy. The hospital medication worked too fast. She closed the eyelashes that only saw darkness within the bandages, softly whispering into a deep sleep, "Mom..."

The hologram image disappears from the room and faints into darkness and then a second thick, red-tinted line appears and then slowly unfolds into a white tinted square-shaped hospital room.

The second day of hot weather inside the hospital bed, at 8:08 a.m., Poteet awoke from a deep sleep while mouth drooling over the parted lips and wiggled a body that didn't move for some reason. She was confused and scared. Her eyeballs were covered in a blindfold. She coughed out the single word in the air waves, "Mom..."

On the side wall inside the room, a short and fat white haired elderly man stood upright from the chair and moved ahead, standing next to Poteet, reaching out with a hand and a smile, "Poteet, you're here in a hospital bed. The baby is dead, Poteet, you had a bad car accident and received two broken legs, a right broken arm, and your eyes are covered in a set of bandages. The hot coffee hit your pretty face and caused second degree burns. Each one of your legs and the right arm wears a pretty colored blue individual soft sling, which has been elevated off the bed for better circulation and healing."

Poteet gagged and then coughed out the word. "Howe?"

"He is dead from the car accident. Now, you need rest to heal your bones. The physician is going to give you more sleeping medication. Sleep tight, Poteet!"

Poteet screamed and then gagged, coughing out loud, shaking all the slings, flinging the healthy arm in the air with angry, fear, and sorrow. Her mind was dizzy. The hospital medication worked too fast. She closed the eyelashes softly whispering down into a deep sleep, "Dad..."

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The third day of hot weather inside the hospital bed, at 9:09 a.m., Poteet awoke from a deep sleep with mouth drool and wiggled a body while swiftly recalling all of the broken limbs, feeling confused, scared, and sad. Her eyeballs were still covered in a blindfold. She yelled out loud, "Mom..."

On the side wall inside the room, a short and fat white haired elderly woman stood upright from the chair and moved ahead, standing next to Poteet, reaching out with a hand and a smile, "Poteet, honey, I'm here. You're still here in a hospital bed."

Her eyeballs produced tears that ran down the face and as Poteet coughed and then softly whispered with sadness. "I remembered from yesterday. My baby is dead. I had a car accident on the highway. I have two broken legs, a broken arm in a cast, and my eyes are covered in bandages from the burn."

She patted the healthy arm on Poteet with a smile. "That's good, Poteet, honey. You're memory is very good. What else do you remember from yesterday?"

Poteet gagged and then coughed out the words. "Howe, my husband, he died in the car accident. He was driving the car. Mom!"

"Now, Poteet, honey, you need sleep and rest that is the only way your body will heal."

Poteet coughed and then gagged with a soft timber. "No, Mom!"

"The physician is going to give you some more of sleeping medication. Good night, Poteet, honey!"

"No, Mom," Poteet screamed and then gagged, coughing out loud, shaking all the slings, flinging the healthy arm in the air with angry, fear, and sorrow. Her mind was dizzy. The hospital medication worked too fast. She closed the eyelashes and softly whispered down into a deep sleep, "No!"

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The fourth day of light rain showers inside the hospital bed, at 10:10 a.m., Poteet awoke from a hospital medication with mouth drool and shook the body while remembering the broken limbs, the blindfold, the deaths of her baby and her husband, feeling confused, scared, and sad. She yelled, "Mom..."

On the side wall inside the room, a tall and slender white haired elderly man stood upright from the chair and moved ahead, standing next to Poteet, reaching out with a hand and a smile, "Poteet, you are in the hospital. Don't ya remember what happened to you?"

Her eyeballs produced tears that ran down the face and as Poteet gagged and then softly whispered with sadness. "Yes, I do, Dad. My baby is dead. My husband is dead. I had a car accident on the highway. I have two broken legs, a broken arm in a cast, and my eyes are covered in bandages from the burn. I wanna go to the funerals of my baby and my husband, even if I can't walk or see, Dad."

He patted the healthy arm of Poteet with a smile. "No, Poteet. You need to rest and get better. Your body is broken, and your mind needs sleep. The physician is going to give you another dose of sleeping medication. Have a good sleep, Poteet!"

"No, Dad," Poteet screamed and shook all the slings, flinging the healthy arm in the air with angry, fear, and sorrow. Her mind was dizzy. The hospital medication worked too fast. She closed the eyelashes with a whisper down into a deep sleep, "No!"

***

The fifth day of hot weather, inside the hospital bed, at 11:11 a.m., Poteet awoke from a deep sleep with mouth drool without wiggling the body, feeling two broken legs and an arm cast on her right arm while seeing only darkness with sadness. Her eyeballs were still covered in a blindfold. She yelled out loud without coughing in the air waves, "Dad!"

On the side wall inside the room, a tall and slender white haired elderly woman stood upright from the chair and moved ahead, standing next to Poteet, reaching out with a hand and a smile, "Poteet, honey, I'm here."

On the opposite wall, inside the same room, a taller and slender male with red tinted hair and dark skin stood upright from the second chair with a stern face and stood on the opposite side of Poteet. "Mrs. Poteet Catsbad, I am police officer Vancleave Hatley from the Birmingham police department and I present a warrant for your arrest for the attempted murder of your newborn baby..."

"What? No! I didn't murder or attempted to murder anyone or...or my baby. You're mistaken me for a real mother. My baby died." Poteet gasped.

"That's not right, Poteet, honey," the elderly woman patted the healthy arm of Poteet with a worried brow."

Poteet wiggled side to side in the bed with a gasp. "Mom, you told..."

"You're not right, Poteet," the elderly man stood upright from the chair and stood by the footboard of the bed with a worried brow.

"Do you see? Do you hear?" A baritone voiced sounded near the closed door and continued to sit in the folding chair and stared with a sour frown at Poteet inside the hospital bed. "The evil young woman tried to kill her own baby and then denies it."

Vancleave cleared a throat. "Mrs. Catsbad, your baby is very much alive and well. However, the little baby girl is..."

Poteet yelled out loud and stared into the darkness. "No! No! My baby is..."

"The baby is alive, Poteet," the tall and slender young male moved from the chair with a gasp and stood by the foot of the hospital bed, but Poteet could not see his face through the blindfold.

Poteet yelled. "My husband and my baby are dead."

The elderly woman patted the healthy arm of Poteet with a smile. "That's not right, Poteet, honey."

Howe frowned with worry, "Poteet, I am very much alive."

Poteet gasped. "You died in a car wreck. Mom, you told me. Tell them the information, again, Mom!"

The elderly woman patted the hand with a smile. "That's not right, Poteet, honey. Howe is standing at your bandaged feet. I'm holding our hand. O dear! You are not yourself, honey."

"Howe, is that you?" Poteet jerked the healthy arm from the elderly woman and reached out toward the foot of the bed with a worried brow, not touched a hand but air waves. "I can't see you, but I hear your voice. Why are you here with me, Howe? I can't believe you are here with me and that I hear your warm voice, but you are dead too."

"Do you see and hear and know now?" A baritone voiced sounded near the closed door and continued to sit in the folding chair and stared with a sour frown at Poteet inside the hospital bed. "The evil young woman tried to kill her own baby and her own husband and admits it, too."

Poteet sneered. "Who wears that scratchy horsey voice coming from an unknown male? I did not kill my baby or my husband. I was told..."

"Mrs. Catsbad, this is a warrant document for your arrest," Vancleave reached over and placed the paper inside her wiggling hand. Poteet closed the palm with a gasp. He frowned. "I am required to present the arrest warrant in person, like now, since you are inside a hospital room. After you heal, you will be taken to the police station and booked on an attempted murder charge of your tiny little girl."

Poteet gasped in alarm and smiled with love. "I delivered my baby girl. I was told something else. I...I wanna hold my baby right now. I demand to see, well, hold my baby right now. Mom? Dad? Howe?"

A smooth tenor voice said inside the same room and as the male smile. "Thank you, Officer Hatley! I'll take care of her from here."

"See?" A baritone voiced sounded near the closed door and continued to sit in the folding chair and stared with a sour frown at Poteet inside the hospital bed. "The evil young woman didn't kill the infant but wants to try it again. You should be careful, husband of Poteet Catsbad, if you value your life too."

A short and slender dark skinned male stood upright from the folding chair and moved ahead, stopping and replaced the foot position of the police officer. He reached out and grabbed the arrest warrant and shook her hand at the same time with a smile. "I am Dubean Danevang, your defense lawyer for your attempted murder charge for trying to kill your infant daughter."

Poteet sneered. "I didn't try to kill anyone including my baby girl. I wanna...demand to see my baby, right now," she shook her body as the slings wiggled side to side.

Her lawyer Dubean exhaled. "Your parents had been visited by the police and then called me to come and fight your upcoming legal battle. We don't have much time here. You're pretty healthy, except for the broken bones."

Poteet shook her body side to side without feeling the pain from the hospital mediation with a stern face behind the blinding cloth bandages. "Both of my legs are in plaster casts that I can feel, sir. My arm is in a plaster cast, also, that I can feel. My eyes are blindfolded from an acid burn, where I cannot see you or the room or my parents. I'm not pretty or healthy. Mom, Dad are you here with me?"

"Please listen to Dubean, your new lawyer, Poteet! We're leaving. I can't stand to hear the murder charges against you, honey. It...it is too much for my bad heart. I...I might just die right here on the floor of the hospital. Good luck, Poteet, honey," the elderly woman left the hospital room.

"I...I am going with her. You hang in there, Poteet," the elderly man left the room behind the elderly woman.

Poteet yelled with fury. "What's happening to me here? I don't understand this. I did nothing wrong here. I am a victim here. I wear bandages and a blindfold. I demand to hold my baby girl now."

A scratchy baritone voiced sounded again. "You don't wanna remember, but I remember. I see. I know."

Dubean thumbed to the wall with a smile at blinded Poteet. "That scratchy voice is a tall and handsome male that represents the US State of Alabama Child Welfare Division. He is a social worker that is assigned to your baby. He will work with the prosecution lawyer to find you guilt of neonatal abstinence syndrome, Mrs. Catsbad. You've been introduced, Yawbo. Now, get outta out here!"

Yawbo stood upright from the folding chair with a sneer at blind Poteet. "I am leaving for now but I will see, well, I will hear your true confession of murder in a court of law, Mrs. Catsbad," he left the room.

She screamed out loud in fury. "Why for? I don't understand. What's happening here? I didn't do anything."

Dubean scooted backwards and then sat down in the chair with a sigh at temporarily blinded Poteet. "A court of law will decide, if you did or not do it. Mrs. Catsbad, you have been charged with attempted murder of your four-day-old newborn baby."

Her eyeballs produced tears that ran down the naked skin while soaking through the cloth blindfold and as Poteet saw only blackness and then coughed with worry, softly whispering with sadness. "No!"

Howe scooted backwards and then sat down back inside the chair with a stern face. "We should talk about the car accident."

Dubean shook a brown tinted skull at blinded Poteet. "The car accident is not important. You are important, Mrs. Catsbad. Your baby is alive, but her skin color indicates some type of illness that only comes from illegal drug usage inside your womb, thus you are charged with neglect, assault, and an unsuccessful attempted murder on your four-day-old newborn baby. Why did you take those drugs during your delicate pregnancy? What kind of illegal drug did you consume or inject or snort? Was the substance either meth or crystal or heroin or LSD or marijuana? How many packs of cigarettes do you smoke per day?"

She exhaled. "I don't take drugs."

Dubean frowned. "O! I see! Your husband Howe doesn't know about your extracurricular hobby either. Where do you get the sack or the box or the carton of the illegal drugs, girl? Look, Mrs. Catsbad! We can bring in your drug lord instead of your person under the arrest warrant. Then, we can trade his jail time for yours."

She tossed her healthy arm above her hair roots and then wiggled all the slings over her injured body in the air with a sneer. "No! No! I'm not guilt here of anything and nothing and no body and no place and no stuff. I don't take any type of illegal drugs. I don't smoke nasty packs of cigarettes either. I don't drink alcohol. I don't drink soft drinks. I drink only milk and water. Tell him, Howe! I don't abuse my body ever."

Howe exhaled with worry, wiping off the sad tears, staring at her blue tinted blindfold over her covered face. "Why did you harm our baby, Poteet?"

She sneered and continued to wiggle all the slings over her injured body in the air. "I did not harm our baby. I remembered something different from yesterday. My baby is dead. I had a car accident on the highway with other vehicles. I have two broken legs, a broken arm in a cast, and my eyes are covered in bandages from the acid burn. My husband was dead. Now, my husband is alive. Now, everyone is alive. Now, I'm so confused."

Dubean stood upright from the brown tinted chair with a deep sigh. "Mrs. Catsbad, if you lose your legal case, then you will be jailed for a long time for attempted murder. Your baby will be adopted by the State of Alabama in foster care. It's very late in the evening. I'll come back here tomorrow to see you and we can work on your defense strategy. You need to think about what you have done and what you want to rectify the situation with the local court judge."

"Me, too! I'm beat. I'm see you tomorrow, also, Poteet." Howe stood upright from the chair without kissing her face or touching her body, spinning around, exiting her hospital room with Dubean.

She flung all the slings in the air and gasped in fear. "No! I wanna talk about my legal case. I wanna know more. Don't leave me here alone, Howe! No! Howe?" Poteet screamed as the door closed without sound. "Hello! I'm alone. Hello! She started crying and shaking all the slings, flinging the healthy arm in the air with angry, fear, and sorrow. Her mind was dizzy and confused. She dropped the limbs back down into the slings and closed her eyelashes that only saw darkness within the face bandages, reaching up, wiping off the rolling tears with the naked hand. The blindfold slipped off and exposed both of the open eyeballs of Poteet.

She closed her eyeballs with fear of permanent blindness and reached out for the nurse buzzer. "Where is that buzzer for the nurse?" her hand scooted around the bed linens without success. "Help! Nurse! Come here and help me! My blindfold fell off," she exhaled with worry, sadness, and fury. The light glowed through her eyelashes. "I can see some faint lights and I feel no pain," she opened one eyelash and as her eyeball stared at the light colored wooden door and the entrance wall of soft peach hue. She smiled. "I can see."

She carefully opened the second eyelash and as her second eyeballs saw the same clear image. She giggled and turned to survey the room. Each wall was painted in soft peach hue, without a window or a piece of artwork, only a hospital bed with a side table that held a stack of books. "Well, I can't see the door or the wall or table. Now, I can," she exhaled with a worried brow. "Dubean left one of his legal books. So, I betta start learning to defend my case! I didn't try to murder my baby," she reached over and stuck out a tongue, wiggling the fingers of the healthy hand at the book. "Come to me book!" she scooted sideways toward the edge of the bed and leaned over, wiggling the fingers, touching the edge of the old brown colored book. "Almost there! Almost there!" She tumbled sideways and as each plaster cast slipped out from the sling, landing an entire body on top of the foam with a gasp. "Ouch!" She bounced up and down on top of the soft foam with a giggle. "What is this? Yellow tinted foam matting, I guess, if a blind person falls outta of bed like me," she placed both palms on top of the foam and slowly flipped onto a back spine with a sigh, staring at the white ceiling with a puff. "This is too hard. Nurse!" She slapped her face with the broken arm and then gasped at the wound. "I broke my arm cast. Oh no! Nurse!" She surveyed the broken plaster. "There is yellow foam inside my arm cast with my arm," she ripped apart the cast with easy and a gasp of shock. "My broken arm is a fake mold." She looked down and slammed the leg against the metal leg of the hospital bed. "No pain in that leg," she duplicated the motion with the other leg. "No pain in the other leg, either. I'm not injured. What is going on here? Nur..." she covered the mouth with a gasp and a whisper. "No. Be quiet! I have been kidnapped. No. I have been imprisoned in the hospital. My baby! My baby is being kidnapped from me for some reason. Nothing is wrong with me or her," she stood upright and danced in place with a giggle.

"I'm healthy," she gasped. "Get outta of here now! No. Get my baby outta of here first. She would be in the nursery on the fourth floor. See? I paid attention during the baby tour, Howe. Howe, my own husband is a part of this kidnapping plot, too," she dashed into the bathroom and stopped with a loud gasp. "There isn't a mirror," she reached up and slapped her face both palms with a laugh. "My face doesn't sting or hurt, because my face is not injured like the rest of my healthy body," she slapped the hospital gown with a sneer and looked around the bathroom, "Wash sink, peeing toilet, towel closet, and no street clothes. My clothes are not in here or outside on the wall. I am truly being kidnapped for some reason."

She sneered with fury at the blank wall that used to hold a reflection mirror. "Well, I am smart, too. I'm in a hospital and wear a hospital gown. I'll roam around the halls and mosey up to the nursery and be a good mother. I need to breastfeed my baby girl. Yeah, great plan! Hang on, baby! Mama is coming!" She clapped with a nod and reached out, dressing in the provided white robe with the hospital logo, spinning around and entered back into her hospital room.

Poteet quickly decorated the hospital bed like she was in there but asleep even through the nurse would notice the arm and leg slings were empty. "The best I can do with limited equipment," she placed the crushed plaster on the bed. "Wait! I need a disguise," she lifted up a healthy arm and covered with the soft plaster casing like she had a real broken leg, stomping it back down to the floor with laughter. "Yeah, I'm out of my room for the fresh air," she back stepped from the hospital bed and limped across the room stopping and cracked open the door.

An eyeball rotated around the hallway which was empty.

She opened the door and leaned over the hallway floor, looking in both directions, which was empty. Of course, Poteet had three broken limbs, including both legs. She listened for a set of faint sounds for a few seconds, which was quiet. Of course, I'm blindfolded but not blind, only gullible," she moved ahead and turned to face the nurses' station, dashing ahead. Her eyeballs didn't see any nurse personal.

She rushed ahead in a limp and exited out from the medical nursing ward into another empty hallway while slowing and then paced in front of the three sets of closed elevators doors with nervousness, hearing a set of mechanical gears. She didn't know any of the secret passages in the hospital. But the nursery and obstetrics floor were located on the fourth level during the free and fun baby tour of the hospital.

She limped to the side wall and away from the elevator for a few seconds, quickly pulling off the fake leg cast and hid the piece of broken plaster deep in a set of real flowering plants inside the wall corner, where it might not be found days from now. But she'll be gone in a few days with her baby and without her husband Howe.

The elevator door slid open.

She raced ahead and leaped into the open carriage, hitting the rear wall with a grunt. The carriage was empty also. She back stepped and swung around to see the mirror inside the carriage with a sneer. "My skin contains no scarring and is not injured, but I'm a prisoner here for some reason." The carriage stopped with a sweet ting of music.

On the fourth floor, inside the nursery unit, Poteet exited the elevator carriage and slowly strolled down the hallway with a happy smile of a new mother while scouting the nursery ward with a gasp. Each individual pink and blue colored cradle empty of a newborn infant. She continued down the hallway with a stern face and searched inside each room which was empty, also, until finding a lighted room with a gasp of hope, running inside and reached the steel tinted free-standing neonatal incubator for a newborn, "My baby!" She lifted up the lid with a smile, feeling the warm moist air, reaching inside with her naked hand and touched the leg of the baby with a gasp. "No! No! This can't be possible! Her skin is...is green colored. No! My baby is green colored. No! No!" She back stepped with a gasp and covered her mouth, tumbling down, fainting on the floor.

The male physician appeared inside the archway and gasped in alarm, dashing into the neonatal incubation room with a sour frown and then stopped, pointing down at Poteet to the second male physician. "Get her outta of here now! Get her back into her private room and re-drug her mind and re-plaster both of her legs and her arm."

The second physician moved ahead with sour frown and stopped, standing over the body of Poteet. "How did she get in here anyways? How did she know to come up here?" He reached down and lifted an unconscious Poteet into his chest, standing upright with a loud grunt, spinning around toward the archway.

The first physician stared at the incubator with the green tinted baby that didn't move or cry or mew. "Get going before someone sees you in here with the baby!"

"Why aren't you carrying her heavy body back down to her hospital room and then drugging her body up with the set of sleeping sedative, doctor?"

The first physician moved ahead deeply into the ICU dark room with a snarl. "I'm moving the medical incubator with the green colored baby to a more private and secured location, only known by me, before someone else comes up here and sees this thing. Then, the streets will become filled with panicked citizens."

"Which arm was banged?" The second physician reached the archway and looked down with a puzzled brow at unconscious Poteet.

The first physician stopped and sneered down at the calm green tinted baby inside the incubator. "The left one..."

The eighth day comprised a set of heavy rain drops and thunderstorms, at 9:09 a.m. in the morning, when the court trial began.

The court room of dark brown wooden panel without a single window view held six rows of curvy individual brown tinted chairs with a red padded seat, like a theater play house, where an honored poet would read out loud his next brilliant literary creation to the captured audience.

On the forward wall, inside each wall corner, a flag of the US State of Alabama and the USA country proudly stood at attention.

In the middle of the empty wall, there was a long square shaped table with four chairs. Poteet sat in the middle inside a medical hospital wheelchair, wearing a plaster cast on the right arm and both legs with a warm blanket over the legs, going down over her new pair of red tinted shoes. She didn't wear a blindfold but tilted a head with her chin to the side while mouth drooling a set of salvia drops coming from her wiggling pink tinted tongue and stared through a pair of blurry eyeballs at the unfamiliar faces in the audience.

In-between Poteet, her lawyer Dubean sat with a worried brow near her parted lips and her exposed tongue while staring down at her salvia dripping trail that hit the floor, sometimes, gagging in disgust and annoyance.

Her husband Howe sat on the opposite side of Poteet and continued to stare down with a grin at the keyboard on his new computer laptop in silence.

Inside the fourth chair next to Howe, the personal physician of Poteet, Rawls Montrose looked down with a stern face at his computer laptop while sometimes typing on the keyboard for more medical information.

On the front table that held an audience which represented the prosecution side, a short female was fifty plus years of age with a tone of dark tinted skin, a pair of brown eyes, and a head of long black tinted hair and stood upright from the chair in the middle of the first row of people, wearing a long tan and white checkered jacket to the kneecaps, a white tinted silk blouse, a large silver tinted dangling necklace of stars around her throat, a pair of skinny blue tinted pants, and a pair of tan colored heels and held a tiny bell with a smile. The bell ringed numerous times and then finally stopped. The female scanned the closest members with a smile. "Here! Here! I call this urgent medical matter of State of Alabama versus Mrs. Poteet Catsbad into legal session. Everyone, please sit down! First, we need to have a set of formal introductions around the room. I was always taught by my Southern mama to allow a lady to speak first, which I will ignore as a feminist first. So, I'll start in the rear of the room on the third row. Please stand and address your presence and purpose here inside this court room, sir!"

At the end of the third row, a tall, slender twenty something years old male with a head of blonde hair, a tone pale tinted skin, wearing a peach colored sport jacket, a pink colored shirt, a pair of white tinted trousers with a pair of white shoes, stood upright from the chair with a smile, pointing down at his computer laptop on top of his portion of the curvy table. "I am the recording secretary, without a name, which is part of my legal job here inside the court of law on this current medical abuse case. But I would like to say that I'm completely disgusted with this guilty and murderous defendant. I really hope that true justice comes and serves in the name of a supernatural force. I personally don't believe in God, but I do believe that a supernatural force guides and leads each one of us into the good light or the bad darkness. Mrs. Poteet Catsbad is definitely a baddie darkness freak of force here inside this court room. Thank you for hearing me!" He sat down with a sneer at Poteet and then looked down, starting to type on the keyboard of the computer laptop which was his legal job in the new legal court of law today.

"Here! Here!" The tall and slender older man at the end of the second curvy row stood upright from his chair and pointed a finger at Poteet.

On the defendant row, Poteet leaned over with a gasp into the cheekbone of her husband Howe. "What did the recording secretary mean by medical abuse case? I have not been an abused wife ever. You have been a good husband to me."

Howe continued to type on the keyboard with a smile. "You are correct. I have never abused or hit your body and you have never ever been an abused wife, Poteet. The man is talking about you doing the abusing to our five-day-old newborn baby, which continues to live inside the security section of the ICU room at the local hospital. I can't see or touch my own child, because of you, Poteet."

She performed a nasty mouth spat over the wooden table with a gasp. "I did not. My baby is healthy."

Her lawyer leaned over with a sneer and a whisper into the eardrum of Poteet. "The baby is sick from some medical condition, Poteet. This is the reason for all of us sitting inside a court of law, this rainy morning. Now, shut up and be quiet, before someone gets mad."

Poteet exhaled with a deep sigh of confusion and slurped back up the drooling salvia, staring at each unfamiliar face in silence.

On the same third room, a tall and slender female with a head of light brown hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of dark tinted skin, wearing a tan colored police officer uniform with a side weapon swiftly stood upright with a stern face and then pointed at Poteet, dropping down the hand back down onto her leg with a sneer. "I am the nameless arresting police officer for this terrible medical abuse case. I have never seen with my two eyeballs a worse sight of drug abuse within my long life, until now. I'm willing and ready to testify against his vile and evil mother for what she did to that child," she sat down and then snarled at Poteet.

A fat and obese male of forty years old with a balding hair of dark hair strands, a pair of green eyes, and a tone of pale tinted skin, wearing a white laboratory coat, a red tinted T-shirt, a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, and a pair of work shoes, did not stand but spoke out loud. "I am the nameless laboratory technician that had processed her blood specimens at the hospital. I'm here for that sick little baby and hope to convince the judge to proclaim the death sentence on that evil mother, Poteet Catsbad."

"Here! Here!" The tall and slender older man at the end of the second curvy row stood upright from his chair and pointed a finger at Poteet.

On the defendant table, Poteet gasped and then slurped up the mouth drool with a soft whisper. "What did I do wrong? I have done nothing wrong."

Howe continued to type on the keyboard of his computer laptop. "We shall see, Poteet! That's why we are here in a court room and not in our warm cozy home."

The judge nodded with a stern face. "Keep moving along!"

On the second row, a tall and obese female was thirty something years of age with a bun of auburn hair, a pair of brown eyes, and a tone of olive skin and slowly stood upright from the chair with a stern face. "I am the attending nurse for the poor, sick little baby girl that is eight days old. And I am so mad at the mother of the child. The baby is so sick. I predict that it will die in a few more days which will be a relieved from its bodily suffering. And I hope that you burn at the stake like an old witch during the ancient days of evil," she sat back down with a face of tears, sobbing with worry for the child.

"Here! Here!" The tall and slender older man at the end of the second curvy row stood upright from his chair and pointed a finger at Poteet.

Poteet slurped the mouth spit back into her tongue and whispered. "What's her probe?"

"Here! Here!" The tall and slender older man at the end of the second curvy row stood upright from his chair and pointed a finger at Poteet.

On the forward wall, Poteet leaned over with a dizzy headache and touched the forehead with a stern face. "Howe, what's that police detective talking about regarding my legal case? I have never taken an illegal drug or a piece of aspirin or a piece of chewing gun in my life. You know that. You know me. You should have said something to the arresting police detective about my goody-good girly behavior. What does this all mean here in a court of law, Howe?"

Howe continued typing on the laptop with a smile. "I don't believe you or your words or your actions, anymore, Poteet. You swallowed or drunk or injected or snorted or had done some type of evil illegal drug that consumed and flooded inside your biological body, making our newborn girl sick. Now, you are under arrest and are being prosecuted for newborn abuse or neglect or something..."

The police detective sneered at Poteet. "I have eye witnessed numerous types of drug abuse coming from numerous types of drug addicts. But she steals the wedding cake along with the groom. She is an evil mother and she should be punished by the highest laws for this terrible and crime."

"I am from the State Welfare Department and will remain nameless in defiance of the sick baby. I have worked with the abusive mother. However, she is the worse type of witch. I hope she hangs by her throat muscles and then suffocates into a slow-painful death as her baby continues to cry and then slowly dies from her tiny disease. Modern medicine cannot help this child. Amen!" She sat back down with a sneer at Poteet.

The female judge, who remains unnamed and seated, smiled at Poteet and slapped both hands onto the hard surface. "Now, all the proper introductions have finished. When a baby is born drug-dependent and has to stay an extended time using all types of resources from the local hospital, numerous state agencies, and federal government programs, then the mother during her prenatal period has taken a prescribed or an illegal addictive drug, where the effects and the affects of the drug is seen on the baby during the time of delivery..."

"No!" Poteet gasped in fear. "I did not."

"Yes, you did. Or we would not be here inside a legal law court room, Poteet." Danevang frowned.

The judge continued. "When a newborn baby is tested and yields for a positive result of an illegal drug, then the baby must be taken away from the drug addict mother and then treated as soon as possible."

"No!" Poteet gasped and then slurped back up the mouth drool. "I do not take drugs."

"The severity and duration time of a drug withdrawal care for this baby will take weeks, months, and sometimes years. Thus, charged with a crime which is called

"There is an Alabama law that makes it a crime to use any type of prescribed or illegal drug while carrying a viable fetus inside the womb."

Poteet leaned over into the cheekbone of Howe with a whisper. "What is the judge talking about?"

Howe continued to smile and type on the keyboard of the laptop. "It is a crime to use an illegal drug or a prescription drug, if you are pregnant with a child here in Alabama."

She gasped. "I do not use drugs. I have never used drugs. I have never taken a tablet of aspirin."

"Shush, Poteet! I must carefully listen to the words of the judge, so I can defend you against the criminal charges, maybe." Dubean leaned over with a stern face into the eardrum on Poteet.

"Yes sir!" Poteet slurred the word and reached up, wiping off the mouth drool, exhaling with worry.

The judge continued with a stern face and a nod. "The good sprit of the law had been conceived from the skyrocketing numbers of newborns who were born to women that were abusing heroin, cocaine, and other powerful prescription medications that came from a physician. Thus, the new State law charges a woman with a misdemeanor, if she is found to be using and abusing an illegal drug into her body while she is pregnant with a viable fetus..."

"Yeah!" Yawbo stood upright from the chair with a sneer as the chair slid across the wooden floor into the next table, jabbing a finger and a nod at Rawls. "That's a fact! And we should be charging her private physician Rawls Montrose with the same charge of Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome. His butthole should burn with the mother-witch. I proclaim that task for all," sneering.

"There! There!" Her physician Rawls Montrose looked up with a sour frown to see Yawbo. "I'm not on a criminal trial here. And for the record, which is being recorded by that asshole recording secretary, I have never prescribed a single bottle of prescription medications for my former obstetric patient Poteet. She had acquired the bottles or pills of illegal medication or that bottle of prescription drugs on her own time with her own monies."

Poteet gasps in shock and wipes the drooling mouth, leaning over with a tongue and slurs her words with a numb tongue and pair of lips into the cheekbone of the lawyer. "That's the key here to my innocence!"

Dubean wrote down the words of each key witness against his client. "What is the key here to your innocence, Poteet?"

She slurred the words with a tongue of mouth spittle, wiping off the lips. "The physician had mentioned that an illegal drug or prescription medication would have to be paid for money. You can check my bank account and all my transactions. I have not withdrawn any monies and then purchased any type of illegal drug or prescription medication."

He continued to grin and type on the keyboard of the computer laptop. "I did check your personal bank account. It's empty."

She gasped and then slurped up the drooling spittle. "What! No! I possess money."

He continued to grin and type on the keyboard with a stern face. "You possess a small savings account where a little bit of your paycheck monies had been deposited into a Christmas fund. The bank account is empty."

She slurped up the drooling spittle with a stern face, "That...that is not possible!"

He continued to write down notes on the paper with a pencil and a stern face. "It is empty of your money that you placed there and then used for something else, maybe drugs. You do not seem to remember what the money was used for, when I had asked about the saving account. That is a fact! Do not mention your personal bank account here in the court of law with your legal case!"

She frowned with worry and as her mouth drool dropped down over the chin and then hit her lap. "I didn't eat any pills or tablets or gels or whatever during my pregnant."

On the two curved rows in the last chair next to the wall, Yawbo stood upright from the chair with a stern face and spun around to see each member of the audience. "There has been a troubling pattern which has been brought to my attention. This is my place and my might here at this court room. Poteet Catsbad is a substance abuser. Thus, I have opened a medical case against this mother of a newborn child that right now struggles to live within the walls of Birmingham Hospital. Thank you!"

"What does that mean?" Poteet leaned over and slurred her words into the cheekbone of her lawyer.

On the first row, in the middle of the curved table, the judge nods with a stern face. "We are here to discuss the case in regard to substance abuse neglect towards the newly birthed child, who is nameless. A parent's use and a parent's abuse of an illegal substance in and of itself is the reason to open this legal case, which is the State of Alabama versus Poteet Catsbad.

On the forward wall, inside the long square table, Poteet slurred her words and produced more mouth salvia that drained down her lips and hit the floor. "What did I do wrong?"

Howe continued to type with a grin on his laptop keyboard, "Apparently, everything!"

On the first row, in the middle of the curved table, the judge exhaled and stared at Poteet. "The State of Alabama with the help of the medical personnel at the hospital had conducted and then finished with a safety risk assessment report on both the mother and the baby. The report found that the newborn has tested positive for drugs."

Poteet tilted her chin to the side and then mouth drooled over her arm with a set of slurred words. "That's impossible."

The judge continued. "The hospital's attending doctor has determined the level of drug risk on the newborn baby is high, the highest level possible. When the identified risk of the newborn babe becomes unsafe as a drug-positive newborn is exposed, the prosecution department has recommended review and punishment within a case court of law, where the unexplained medical condition of the newborn is dangerous. I do not want to hear any overreactions but recommendations for the care of the baby..."

Yawbo shouted from his chair. "We are trying the mother of the sick baby."

The judge exhaled. "I will respond to any and all datum by using my good judgment as the proceeding judge and will rely upon the insight of numerous players here inside the court room. The crime is Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome, which is charged, where there is a crime for a pregnant woman, who uses any type of illegal narcotics. And the charged criminal is Poteet Catsbad..."

"I'm a civil liberty lawyer..." the female stood upright from the second row in the middle chair, slapping her breasts with a smile.

On the first row at the end near the opposite wall, the prosecution lawyer stood upright from the chair and then swung around with a sneer at the new lawyer. "How did he get into my court room?"

The female civil liberty lawyer continued to stand and smile at the audience. "This is the brave and free country of the United States of America. Any person can freely speak, so I am freely speaking at his ridicule court trail. The crime of Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome is fake and false and harmful. The police come and jail any addicted mother. Then, the US State of Alabama government services must take care of the baby. No! Not right! That newborn baby belongs to the mother. No matter the condition of the baby's health or nature. The mother is judged by Almighty God, not a panel of wet dickheads.

The prosecution lawyer jabbed a finger and a sneer at the female civil liberty lawyer, "Sit down, dickhead number two!" He spun around and sat down with a huff of annoyance at the free spirit, staring at Poteet.

The female civil liberty lawyer continued to stand and lecture to each pair of eardrums. "If the addicted mother is scared to go to the jail, then she will forego all prenatal care out of fear and harm the baby. Some of the addicted mothers fear going to jail so bad that there has been an incident of a mother driving to another state, and then ended up having the baby on the side of the highway. Then the baby died."

Yawbo nodded with a stern face at Poteet. "Then, that sorry mommy should have died and ended her life to avoid jail time and her guilty sentence. You can't fight with the government and hope to win."

On the first curved table, in the middle of the row, the judge sneered and slammed the gravel for attention. "Now, everyone has heard me announce the charge. I'll listen to the prosecution next and annoy the civil liber-turd lawyer always. Please present all of your facts to this court of law."

"This is not a court of law!" Her defense lawyer Dubean continued to sit and frowned at the judge. "This is a kangaroo court with a lynching post at the entrance wall. I am the defense lawyer. I am supposed to defend the defendant. I'm supposed to present her side of the story with my opening remarks."

The judge smiled. "And you presented her side of the story with your opening remarks. Now, I want to hear the prosecution's opening remarks next."

The prosecution lawyer slowly stood upright from the chair and held a letter near his smile. "I am holding a letter from the Governor of Alabama. The letter is related to an expectant mother or new mother who is a drug user. The letter includes the name of Poteet Catsbad and her delivery date of her newborn child eight days ago. When a baby is born and test positive for the presentation of drugs, all the information is collected and disclosed personally to the government, who determines any type of legal action..."

"Wrong!" The civil lawyer stood upright from the chair with a sneer. "And the defendant, which is a new mother now, is supposed to receive a copy of the report that comes from the hospital administrating that went to the governor. And she was supposed to get a..."

"This brown colored thing, right here!" The police detective stood upright and spun around, holding a piece of paper near his smile. "Poteet Catsbad was issued a subpoena inside her hospital bed that evening, after the delivery of her baby."

On the forward wall, behind the long square table, in the middle of the row, Poteet tilted an arching head to the side and then mouth spat over her naked arm with a set of slurred words. "No, I was not."

Her lawyer continued to type on his laptop keyboard. "Yes, you were. I received the subpoena from the police detective."

She slurred her words with a whisper. "I don't remember that."

"Because, your body had been drugged or stoned or drunk."

She slurred her words with fury. "I do not drink or take drugs."

On the second row, in the third chair, the police detective exhaled with annoyance at the civil liberty lawyer. "I will remind here, sir! Under the HIPAA Privacy Act of 1996, law enforcement agency can release any type of disclosure information, including the test results of drug-positive moms and babies absent of a court order or a subpoena. Then, the child abuse or neglect of a child will be investigated without the patient authorization and without providing the patient an opportunity to object. Some of the other medical conditions also include certain wounds and physician injuries that are not related here."

The civil liberty lawyer smiled. "There is not a legal crime here. There is not a child abuse or a child neglect case here under criminal investigation by the police department. The infant delivered might have a drug inside her system, but the drug will be purged by the baby's healthy body."

The police detective nodded. "And the law enforcement agency has the right to request more data from the hospital in identifying or location a suspect, a fugitive, a material witness, or a missing person."

Poteet slurred the words with a gasp. "I am not missing."

Howe softly chuckled and continued to type on the keyboard. "Yes, you're missing some spark plugs, dear."

She leaned over and drooled on top of his naked arm. "What!"

He slid the laptop away from her mouth with a sneer. "Sit back, Poteet! You're mouth drooling over me!" Poteet sat back with a dizzy mind and closed her eyelashes with confusion.

The civil liberty lawyer smiled. "I'm smart, too. After the baby had been delivered, you or the hospital physicians ordered a blood test and then the hospital laboratory personnel tested the baby's blood proteins and then found that the child carried an illegal substance. However, there are constitutional protection rights that protect both the mother and the infant, if the hospital administrator did not obtain and get signed a consent form from the mother for the drug test, which is against the law. So, the hospital medical staff was only allowed to observe the medical condition of the new mother, not the baby."

The prosecution lawyer sneered at Poteet. "You are wrong, stupid lawyer number two! The father of the baby signed the consent form, which is legal and lawful"

On the forward wall, in the middle of the row, Poteet mouth spat in shock and turned with a stern face and then slurred her words. "Why did you do that, Howe?"

Howe continued to smile and typed on the computer keyboard. "I was worried about my child, Poteet, where you are not."

She dropped mouth spittle on top of the table in fury. "I am, too."

The judge nodded with a smile. "Thank you, prosecution! That is an excellent open remark. The first eye witness from the prosecution side is next. This sheet of paper lists the first eye witness as Millika Kaison. She is a medical physician at the local hospital here in Birmingham. Please precede, Dr. Kaison!"

On the second table, Kaison continued to sit in the fourth chair slightly behind the judge and looked down with a stern face reading the prepared report out loud for all eardrums. "I am Millika Kaison, a medical physician at Birmingham Hospital. I have been practicing for over thirty years with a valid medical license. I would like to report about fetus abuse to the eardrums of the participating audience. Over the past few years, every neonatal intense care unit in American has been treating massive amounts of babies, who are born to a mother that abuse a drug. A few years ago, a study from some popular medical journal showed that 13,000 babies which is the equivalent of one newborn each hour are born to a mother, who is addicted to an illegal drug."

On the first row, in the fourth chair, the politician stood and pointed at Poteet with a sneer. "When a newborn babe possesses an illicit drug inside its tiny biological and chemical system, I personally will take action against both of the parents and the attending physician."

The medical obstetrician stood upright with a sneer and pointed at Poteet. "Here! Here! I am the attending physician. I'm not responsible for her welfare, only the welfare of the baby. The baby is sick. And it's her fault, not mine. I want every pair of eardrums to hear my vocal statement as I point my finger at the guilty party," he pointed at Poteet and sat down.

The judge nodded with a stern face. "The verbal statement and the physical person have been identified by the medical physician. It is recorded, sir."

On the forward wall at the table, Poteet dropped a tongue of mouth spat salvia over her bottom lips, then the surface table, and finally the hard floor with a set of slurred words. "That's not me!"

Her lawyer "Shush, Poteet! I must hear this information to defend your person against the rows of idiots."

The politician slapped the chest with a nod and a smile. "I promise that I will begin an immediate investigation into how our wonderful State of Alabama legal and financial system handles each medical case for a drug-positive newborn, after I have established a watchdog agency with the proper peoples. Thus, no other baby will die during their first year. Thank you!" He sat down with a smile and looked down at his personal mobile telephone.

In the third row, the lab tech shouted out loud with a snarl. "Ya old coot, the baby is alive and well, not dead and buried. Typical politicians! They don't know nothing, but a set of electronic smiley faces and a yard of tiny baby ducklings."

The paid physician consultant stood upright from the chair and spun around to face the audience. "Quite often, the death of a newborn comes from an unsafe sleep practice, such like, sleeping between the larger set of parents. Usually, it is never determined how the newborn died, like in this medical case. Thus, the medical corona labels it an unexplained infant death. When the death is not directly related to the illegal drug use of the mother, the State of Alabama should step into the family living unit and monitor all the other children also. Yes. Yes. That is my recommendation here. The State Alabama Welfare or a SAW caseworker should follow the family's lifestyle for a few months and figure out if the mother is a drug addict. Thank you!"

On the forward wall at the long table, defendant Poteet slurped her words. "What's he talking about?"

"He's only rambling about nothing. Don't worry!" Her lawyer continued to type on the keyboard.

On the third curvy table, in the middle of the row, the police officer stood upright and sneered at Poteet. "The death of the baby is obvious to me. Mrs. Poteet Catsbad is still struggling with her marijuana habit which she started at the age of eleven years old.

"Not true!" Poteet whispered as she slurped her words. "I do not smoke anything, not even smoked salmon patties."

On the first row, next to the prosecution lawyer, the female welfare worker nodded with a stern face. "I believe that also. Poteet didn't think her marijuana habit was a problem as she hung around her nasty elementary school friends. She smoked eight blunts per day and it was only a cool thing to do in elementary school. Isn't that right, Poteet?"

On the forward wall, in the middle of the long square table, defendant Poteet mouth spat over her arms, the table, and the floor. "No! I don't smoke anything, not even a lighted candle for light and heat, when I am cold."

The politician slapped the chest with a nod and a smile. "I am hearing the word. I promise that I will require all businesses to post signs warning pregnant women about the dangers of smoking marijuana joints during their pregnancy and during breastfeeding with the taxpayers' money. Thank you!" He sat back down with a smile and fiddled with his mobile telephone.

On the second row, in the second chair, the registered nurse nodded with a sour frown. "It's a drug that creeps and then covers up your mind. That's why she doesn't remember her marijuana use at home or at work.

"No!" Poteet leaned over and slurped her words, drooling over the arm of her husband. "Tell them to stop!"

Howe continued to type on the keyboard with a smile. "I can't, Poteet. You're on trial for murder now."

Poteet dropped mouth spittle on top of the table. "No! I didn't murder anyone, Howe!"

On the second row, inside the third seat, the police detective nodded with a stern face. "Poteet placed the baby down to sleep inside the crib, lighted up a joint, and fall asleep for ten hours. When she awoke and found the baby, the baby was dead."

Poteet viewed the police officer and then slurred her words with a soft whisper in alarm. "No! No! My baby is not dead."

On the first row, in the last chair, the paid medical consultant shouted out loud from his chair. "Has the crime lab determined if Poteet Catsbad was abusing marijuana or opiates or heroin or cocaine or another hard substance?"

"No! I don't take drugs." Poteet screamed.

On the third row, in the last chair, the lab technician frowns. "Poteet did not take any drugs during her stay at the hospital. Her lab tests came back negative. Her baby ate the drugs, stupid people."

The female civil liberty lawyer stood upright from the chair, shouting out loud with a smile. "I wanna remind everyone here today inside this court room. This is the modern year of the modern times. Marijuana joints, cookies and other food items are legal for an adult over the age of eighteen years old, which cut off each drug lord and drug pimp. I myself, enjoy smoking the weed, from time to time. However, the smoking of a marijuana weed is not safe for a pregnant mom or her developing fetus. And it is her baby, not your baby. She can do with the baby as she pleases. Now, if the newborn tests positive for cannabis, the mother is not charged. Why are you prosecuting an innocent mother here?"

Poteet tilted a chin to the side of her husband and slurred her words. "He's right! Who is he?"

Howe smiled down at the computer screen. "Don't know or care!"

The civil liberty lawyer smiled. "The medicinal use and the recreational use of cannabis are a pair of legal acts and actions for a parent, a sick patient, and a consumer. People, who work in the marijuana industry, are rich and respected and carry around a big stick to harm your body. Cannabis patients are treated by doctors in hospitals healing the sick body. So, what is this court of law all about? I didn't understand."

Poteet mouth spat with a soft whisper, "Me, either!"

The civil liberty lawyer stood upright from the chair and pointed with a nod at Poteet. "Now, I see and feel the legal issue as I am a legal lawyer, too. You're frightening this mother in the hopes of changing all the laws about marijuana. Well, it ain't going to work. The laws of medicinal and recreational use of cannabis are established. The smell of marijuana ain't no illegal activity. The present of a joint at home or in the work place is not an illegal activity. The people that choose to consume cannabis are not criminals or child abusers or mean people and they should not be chased by law enforcement, the government or the child welfare services," he sat down with a smile and then looked down, fiddling with his personal mobile telephone.

Poteet leaned over and mouth spat on the arm of her lawyer. "Who is that man in the last row? He's my hero! Why aren't you defending me like that also?"

Her lawyer frowned down at the computer screen. "I'm busy listening to the judge, not some liber-turd that was not invited to the party."

On the first row, the second chair, the female US State of Alabama welfare worker sneered. "I want to examine the home of Poteet Catsbad. The home conditions were deplorable and unlivable. The floor and furniture pieces were covered in cluttered smelly trash with roaches, dirty clothes, dirty dishes, broken glass fragments, dirty diapers, feces, and drug paraphernalia."

The lawyer stood upright from the chair. "I petition his court of law to remove the other children from the custody of Poteet Catsbad, as well, right now."

The judge slammed the gravel on the hard surface with a nod, "Granted! Remove all the other children from the custody of Poteet Catsbad!"

Poteet leaned over and mouth spat on the arm of her lawyer. "What is that lawyer talking about?"

"I do believe that the old lawyer is confused." Her lawyer smiled at the judge. "Your Honor, Mrs. Poteet Catsbad does not have any other children. She birthed a baby eight days ago."

On the first row, in the third chair, the judge slapped the gravel on the hard surface again. "I rescind my order. What's next?"

Her defense lawyer Dubean leaned over with a smile and winked at Poteet. "There! I took care of it."

"What! What did you take care of?" Poteet gasped in shock.

Howe softly chuckled and continued to type on the laptop. "This is a crazy place!"

In the second row, in the last chair, Yawbo stood upright from the chair with a sneer, pointing at Poteet. "Everyone here has gone and went crazy-eyed. Poteet Catsbad is a drug addict. She's here in a court of law and charged on Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome. Her baby is alive and suffering from drug withdrawal."

The politician stood and then slapped the chest with a nod and a smile. "I promise here. Every drug-positive case on a drug addiction mother will be prosecuted, so the child, who is born drug-positive, will be taken care of with taxpayers' money and then sent home with the other healthy parent. Thank you!" He sat back down with a silly grin and then looked down at the screen on his mobile telephone.

"You have heard it, before my court of law right now." She wiped off the spit with a hand.

"Each baby is dependent on the drug which is passed through the placenta and must stay in the hospital for weeks until their tiny body is weaned off the drug. The newborn will experience stiff limbs, diarrhea, seizures, excessively crying with a high fever until the tiny body withdraws from the drug. This neonatal abuse is particularly worse here in Alabama. Last year, there were over 1,013 babies were birth dependent on a drug that the mother had used during pregnancy. This year, there are 509 cases, so far."

The prosecution lawyer smiled at Poteet. "That is a fact, Dr. Kaison. The Alabama law is clear and cut for Mrs. Catsbad. The court ruling in Alabama states that a woman can be prosecuted under a law stating that a mother chemically endangered her child that deems any type of illegal drug usage a form of child abuse also."

Dubean smiled at the prosecution lawyer. "Well, to me, it seems that a criminal penalty of money or jail time is worthless to a person or a mother who possesses an addiction disorder. That's like tossing the baby out with the cold bath water."

Poteet mouth spat over the table with a sneer. "I do not possess an addiction. I do not take drugs."

"Shush, Poteet! The lawyer is defending your, not prosecuting you."

She wiped the drool with a stern face.

Rawls frowned. "A truly low-level drug offender like Mrs. Poteet Catsbad should be sent to a medical long-term facility for her addiction treatment, not locked behind a prison door, where the key is tossed into the trashcan. I have researched her company's medical health which allows for payments of continuous addiction treatments and placement into an early intervention program, working with wonderful physicians and nurses to improve her healthy and live a full life of recovery from her drug abuse. This is my professional medical recommendation, sir."

Poteet mouth spat over the table with a slur. "I am not a drug addict."

On the last row of naked, wooden tables, Yawbo stands upright from his chair as the chair slides into the back row of tables. He points with a sneer at Poteet. "She! She is the worst of the worsest. She deserves jail fine, monetary fines, and the loss of her home, her job, and her marriage. Buddy, why would you marry a drug addict, for love? You! You are as worsest as she is the worsest too. Mrs. Catsbad is like the rest of these ladies, who would not go to a prenatal care program."

Poteet wiped the drool off her numb pair of lips saying with a worried brow. "I did that."

"Shush, Poteet!" Her defense lawyer Dubean frowned and continued to listen to the debating words for his client.

Yawbo sneered. "Mrs. Catsbad is like the rest of the women, who are strung out on illegal heroin and cocaine and meth drugs and their next decision is how to get a quick fix of another illegal drug. All of these defenseless newborns deserve a tiny voice, which is my big mouth. So, I'm the defender of justice and protection here for every tiny baby that is born to a druggie mama."

On the forward wall, in the middle of the row, Poteet leaned over with mouth spits down on her cast arm while staring at Yawbo. "Who is that male?"

"He is nicknamed, the Baby Savior. He has single-handedly destroyed numerous lives of new mothers throughout the state. No one can stop him or his cause! So, we must be careful here with our defense case."

On the second row, the obstetrician stood upright from the padded chair with a sour frown and then spun around to view each face, saying with a sour tone and slapped her chest with a smile. "I am an obstetrician, a doctor that specializes in pregnancy, childbirth, and a woman's reproductive system. The birth of a baby is a wonderful event. However, many physical and emotional changes occur for the new mother, except for Poteet Catsbad," she pointed at Poteet with a sneer. "Look at that new mother! She displays a pair of cross-eyed, incoherent words, and is still drugged up with some type of illegal substance. A pair of new parents anxiously look forward to bringing their baby home, so it can be frightening if your newborn looks like this," she pressed the button. On the forward wall, behind the defendant table, a colored picture of a baby displayed. The audience gasped in fear and puzzlement. The medical obstetrician pointed at the screen. "That's her newborn baby, who is eight days old. The baby is green..."

Poteet turns with a puzzled brow and views the electronic image, mouth spitting her salvia over the floor, gasping in alarm. "No! No! That's not my baby..."

The medical obstetrician nods with a sneer at the side wall with the digital picture. "Yes! Yes! That's your baby. I had delivered that baby from your bloody and sweaty body. The skin of the baby came out that way. The baby's skin color came out with a green hue for some reason, that I cannot explain."

The politician quickly stands upright from his chair and points at the wall with a gasp of alarm. "That...that image is really horrible and terrible and gross. Is the baby really green colored? Do I need a new pair of eyeglasses?" He adjusts the frame on his eye glasses with puzzlement and disgust.

The medical obstetrician exhales with a nod and points to the electronic picture of the baby. "When a pregnant woman continues to consume an addictive drug during her pregnancy, the baby is exposed to that drug, as well. Then, the baby becomes physically dependent on that addictive illegal drugs, like her mother. After birth, the baby goes through additional drug withdrawal. This medical action is called Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome or NAS. There are a number of clinical reasons why the skin on the baby is green. But, the most important one is that Poteet Catsbad is heavy drug user of illegal substances, maybe including alcoholic too, in order to produce such a vile looking infant. Usually, a pregnant mother will consume one type of addictive drugs. Poteet has consumed a refrigerator of addictive drugs. I have never seen a baby like this, ever, never, in my decades of practicing as an obstetrician. If I had my way, after this court trial, I would sentence Poteet Catsbad to the death penalty by way of the electric chair, tomorrow."

Poteet shifts side to side inside the wheelchair and inhales a big breath of fresh air. "No! I do not consume drugs or sodas or cigarettes or plates of meat. That's not my child..."

The police officer frowns and points at the side wall with the baby. "I don't understand here. What can cause the human delicate skin on a precious newborn baby to become green tinted, like that? That image is both disgusting and creepy, to me! Where is the justice for this thing? Who needs to become punished here?"

In front row, at the single wooden table, the judge quickly stands upright from his chair and gasps in panic and disgust and sorrow at the electronic image of the baby on the side wall, slamming down his gavel on top of the polished dark wooden table surface and produces a loud bang. "Recess! Recess! I call forth a fifteen minute recess for all. I need a beer...break," he drops the gavel down on the wooden surface, scoots sideways from the table, and then quickly rushes down each step, exiting the court room, entering his private chamber on the front wall in silence.

On the entrance wall, the double doors swing open by an individual court room security guard and admit streams of fresh air into the stuffy room, exposing an empty lobby, without other people or courthouse employees. The other members inside the court room slowly shuffle around the tables and chairs and then exit the room, moving into the lobby while mumbling to each other worry about the green tinted baby and angry about the nasty drug addictive mother.

On the front wall, at the long, dark wooden table, her defense lawyer Dubean sneers at his client, "Shut up, Poteet!" He looks up with a stern face and observes the other people that leave the court room for the fifteen-minute recess break and then whispers back to Poteet. "You're getting the important people, in this court room setting, all hot and heated. Listen to the lecture! Then, I will defend your position."

"But...but they are saying not nice things about me," Poteet returns back with a sour frown and scans the court room setting with four rows with empty chairs, watching the gang of unfamiliar individuals exit the room also. "But...but they are saying that green thing on the side wall in the digital picture is my biological baby. That is not my baby. I saw my baby," she returns back and frowns at the electronic image of the baby.

The defense lawyer views the nose profile on Poteet. "How is that possible to see your baby? You have a set of broken legs that are covered in an individual cast from your ankle bone up towards your kneecap and a left broken arm. You did not leave your hospital bed. You cannot walk. You cannot leave your room, this court room, without the transportation inside a wheelchair."

Poteet hisses with fury and looks down, gently touching the left arm cast with her right hand, gasping in alarm. "I have a broken left arm. My right hand is working, and my right arm is not broken either," she wiggles her hand near her face with a smile and then lifts her arm up in the air, freely waving it back and forth, giggling with happiness. The court room setting appears empty of people, except for Yawbo, Poteet, her defense lawyer Dubean.

On the last row of wooden tables, Yawbo sits down in disgust and produces tears of sadness for the green tinted baby, dropping the wet tears down on top of the paper file, shuffling the paper file away from his chest. The thin paper file flies open and reveals part of the medical chart papers on medical patient Poteet. His two eyeballs automatically dart over and start reading the familiar medical information while quickly and quietly absorbing the information, for a second time, into his brain cells. He gasps in shock and looks up with a stern face, viewing Poteet on the front wall. She continues to giggle out loud that echoes throughout the large court room chamber with the great acoustic sound and continues to wave her right arm in the air, like she does not have a care in the world and unlike a mother of a newborn infant that is really sick and might die within days.

The loud noise interrupts his angry and fury daydream regarding the sad medical situation and as Yawbo slowly stands upright from the chair, spinning around to face the entrance wall, observing each important person re-entering the court room. Each person resumes their assigned seat and sits down, staring at the front wall, sneering at Poteet, the evil mother of the green tinted newborn baby.

Inside the court room, the two court house guards reach over and pull the double doors shut. The room space slowly mumbles down into silence. The judge re-enters the court room and sits down at the single table, wearing a sour frown, staring down at Poteet.

On the last row, Yawbo swings back around and growls his fury, reaching down, lifting up and slaps a worn, non-polished brown tinted leather briefcase on top of the wooden surface, popping open the two metal latches. The leather lid slowly ascends up in the air and reveals two individual silver-tinted hand guns tucked down into the black tinted foam matting.

On the front wall, Poteet drops her right arm and looks down, wiggling both of her legs inside each cast, saying with a smile, "But I can walk. So, I did walk. I walked out of my hospital room. I remembered leaving my room for some reason. I remember walking around the crowded hallways of the hospital. Yes, I remember doing that," she looks up and frowns at her lawyer, nodding her bone skull.

Her defense lawyer rolls both of his eyeballs and then looks back down at the laptop, saying with a smile, typing on the computer keyboard. "You had dreamed of walking, as you wear a cast on your two broken legs, last night and this morning, Poteet. You had dreamed of walking, during your long nighttime slumber, which had occurred inside your secured and restrained hospital bed mattress at the Birmingham Hospital. please, stay calm and focus and listen to all the newest set of information regarding your life force, girl!"

On the next to last row of tables, Yawbo paces back and forth in angry while staring at Poteet and then halts, reaching down into the open briefcase, touching the hand gun with fury while sneering at Poteet inside her wheelchair. He pulls out one of the hand guns and then screws the silencer into the cold barrel and then duplicates his movement with second matching hand gun. He does not like to kill with sporting revenge. However, his revenge has blinded his eyesight. Yawbo slowly back steps from the table and then stops in front of the row of empty tables, slowly lifting up each hand gun, aiming the cold barrel at the front wall, sneering at Poteet.

On the front row, the judge exhales with annoyance and grabs the gavel, slamming the hard wooden block on top of the wooden surface, producing a series of very loud banging noises that echoes throughout the court room setting.

On the front wall, Poteet stopped wiggling both of her two legs and then touched her right arm, leaning over without a dizzy headache, smiling into the cheekbone on her husband Howe. "Howe, what is going to happening next? Well, that doesn't really matter right here and right now. And I am not feeling dizzy and nausea anymore. I wanna leave the court room and go and see my baby in the hospital nursery."

"No!" Howe sneered and continued to play on his mobile telephone keyboard."

"I thought you were said that, so I have something important to tell you, husband." She giggled with happiness and then heard a loud gunshot sound that echoed throughout the court room.

The hologram image quickly disappears from the floor and as the room rapidly morphs into darkness again. Then a new thick, red tinted line appears and slowly unfolds into a cheery, narrow-sized, rectangular-shaped room in pale green and rose hues.

At Birmingham Hospital, on the intense care floor, the sickest patients stayed inside one of the intense care units, where the patient had received a stroke or a heart attack or a surgical complication. A trauma patient coming from a car crash, a gunshot wound, a sever fall, another accident or a fire burn also stayed inside one of the intense care units on this floor. Round-the-clock bedside monitoring was required by a nurse to save the patient's life.

Inside one of the intense care unit, the neonatal intense care unit or NICU was a medium-sized, square-shaped room that displayed cheery and bright mint green colored paint on each wall. Each wall was decorated with a row of individual box-like transparency incubator stations which held an individual extremely tiny rose-tinted newborn that did not weigh one pound. The NICU hospital department provided one-to-one intensive nursing care for a sick patient with a severe and life-threatening illness or injury. The NICU nurse was specially trained to closely monitor each piece of equipment on the wall and around the incubator keeping the tiny patient warm and alive with their abnormal bodily functions.

Inside each incubator, a blood pressure cuff was wrapped around the baby's leg monitoring the blood flood on the sick baby.

The incubator unit was covered with an oxygen hood made like a clear box that fit over the baby's head and then supplied an atmosphere of captured oxygen, so the baby could still breathe with extra oxygen molecules.

Some of the tiniest newborn babies ate a ventilator suction tube that had been placed over each pair of lips, delivering air to the baby's lungs. A newborn baby only breathed through the mouth, not the nose holes.

The sight of your baby underneath a set of blinding lights, bandaged, bruised, and then attached to tubes, drains, and lines, maybe a ventilator, was shocking.

The unfamiliar sounds of beeps, buzzes, and a set of emotional outcries coming from each frightened new mother were scary for a new visitor. The tings of steel stethoscopes, colorful hospital scrubs, and the array of rapid-fire medical terminology were unnerving for the new parents.

Inside the hallway, a huddle of six medical fellows, who was a physician-in-training student, slowly padded down the busy hallway, passing a red tinted metal door the led into a different type of intense care unit. Each intense care unit was packed with sick and injured hospital patients. Only a family member of the patient or the physician and the assigned nurse could enter through a red tinted metal door, after slamming the buzzer button on the exterior wall, where the unit clerk opened the locked door inside the nursing unit.

The female leader of the huddle, a short and plump, dark skin female with a ponytail in black hue and a pair of dancing brown eyeballs slowly scooted around the carts of medical equipment and pairs of upright bodies of the other physicians that conferred on an ill patient, sliding down the brightly light hallway.

The second male medical fellow pointed at the red tinted door, "Uh! There's the entrance into the neonatal intense care unit. Who knows the pass code to get inside the unit? I don't."

The third male medical fellow frowned. "I don't either."

The fourth male medical fellow continued to move behind the leader of the group. "Florence Nightingale was a real-life figure in history. She worked as a nurse in the Crimean War in the year 1854, where she triaged and then separated each seriously wounded soldier from the other wounded. She reduced the mortality rate from forty percent down to two percent on the battlefield. Also, she advanced the foundation of sanitary conditions in hospitals, which is a critical component of nursing intense care too."

The fifth male medical fellow moved ahead and turned to stare at each locked door that led into one of the critical care units. "What's the pass code word or number for today?"

The fourth male medical fellow smiled. "The term neonatal comes from the word, neo, that means 'new.' And the word, natal, means, pertaining to birth. So, the password is neo or natal or new or birth. That's so easy."

The female leader of the six fellows moved ahead with a stern face. "We're not going into that NICU. The instructions on my cell phone from our physician mentor. She orders us to stroll down at the end of the hallway."

The sixth male medial fellow frowned. "There's nothing down there but an oversized storage space with sets of broken incubators. Your instructions are messed up, leader. So, I should be leader now," laughing.

"No! My instructions are crystal clear here on my cell phone." She slowly moved down the hallway and passed the last red door with a puzzled brow, stopping inside the oversized archway of a new room.

The new room was a narrow-sized, rectangular-shaped space that was colored in dull beige paint. Each wall held an individual piece of cold and lifeless medical equipment or incubator without the bells, whistles, grunts, moans, and groans that usually occurred with a live patient. The room was also creepy silence, where the usual ICU floor contained a set of loud and fast-paced activities coming from the physicians, nurses and screaming family members.

She exhaled with annoyance at the crowded storage room, "All right! This end of the room is overcrowded with broken or busted equipment."

The sixth male medial fellow stopped and stood in a row with the other fellows, turning to frown at each wall. "Where's the baby?"

The third male medical fellow laughed. "I think this is another joke by our physician mentor."

The fourth male medical fellow smiled, "Uh! No! This is not one of my funny jokes. This is one of the other physician mentor's jokes on our physician mentor," laughing.

She entered through the archway and then turned to face the side wall. "There's more equipment down here. Our physician mentor said the baby is against the wall," the leader slowly scooted around each piece of large surgery equipment with a puzzled brow.

The fourth male medical fellow moved ahead with his fellows with a grin. "The first infant incubator has been based on an incubator that had been used to warm the rows of chicken eggs which also kept a premature baby warm and toasty. We've come a long way, baby!"

The female leader stopped and stood in front of the silver tinted incubator that was completely closed with a puzzled brow. "Okay. We found the baby.

The fourth male medical fellow frowned, "Why is the lid closed? Did this baby come from the emergency room?"

The third male medical fellow frowned, "No."

The second male medical fellow frowned. "A patient is usually transferred directly into the intensive care unit from the emergency department or from another nursing floor, if they patient's health is rapidly deteriorating. Or the patient comes directly from surgery, if the patient is bleeding our or in terrible shape."

The fifth male medical fellow frowned, "Where are the rest of the tiniest babies here inside the NICU floor?"

The sixth male medical fellow frowned, "This is not a NICU or a PICU or an ICU floor. This is a storage room."

The fourth male medical fellow frowned. "Why would the physician place a newborn baby inside a storage room? That doesn't make any sense?"

The sixth male medical fellow exhaled, "What are we supposed to do? Are we supposed to move the baby into the NICU?"

The fourth male medical fellow exhaled, "We are supposed to observe the baby."

The second male medical fellow frowned, "Well, that's hard to observe a premature baby, without a set of medical equipment. This baby is not hooked up to any medical monitors. I don't see a monitor that shows its temperature rate, respiration functions, cardiac lines or brain activity.

The fourth male medical fellow hissed, "Don't call the baby, It!"

The sixth male medical fellow laughed. "Is 'It' dead now?"

The fifth male medical fellow smiled, "Go and look at the baby underneath the lip, leader!"

She frowned. "No! This room and this incubator and this baby, all of these objects give me the creeps."

The second male medical fellow nodded. "This is a transport incubator for a sick baby. It contains a covered hood in dull gray metal, not the clear plastic. And the transport doesn't have any pumps or oxygen lines. Is this a sick, creepy joke?"

The fourth male medical fellow stared at the closed incubator. "What's wrong with the baby?"

The leader stared at the closed incubator with a stern face. "The baby has NSA."

The fifth male medical fellow stared at the enclosed incubator, "Hmm! I had eye witnessed another newborn baby here at the hospital with a NSA medical condition. That baby was crying uncontrollable without comfort."

The second male medical fellow stared at the enclosed incubator. "Where do we start?"

The fourth male medical fellow stared with a smile at the enclosed incubator. "I got an idea. We start with the mother's medical condition," he reached over and grabbed one the medical chart, silently reading the information.

The second male medical fellow stared at the enclosed incubator "The mother is a drug addict."

The fourth male medical fellow stared down at the medical chart, "Hmm! The mother's medical record does not indicate that she smoked tobacco or consumed alcoholic beverages. Why would she see smoke marijuana?"

The second male medical fellow stared at the enclosed incubator. "She's a drug addict."

The fourth male medical fellow stared down at the medical chart. "I disagree. A drug addict will inhale an illegal drug and smoke packs of cigarettes and consume bottles of alcohol all at the same time. Where are the mother's laboratory test results? Was the mother tested for drugs? The medical chart doesn't show any laboratory tests here."

The fifth male medical fellow stared at the enclosed incubator. "The clinical signs of NSA include a high-pitched cry, the inability to sleep, hyper-reflexia, tremors, hypertonic, myoclonic jerks, convulsions, irritability, inconsolability, seizures, nasal stuffiness, sneezing, nasal flaring, tachypnea, retractions, abrasions or excoriations on the knees, the elbows, and the chin. Each newborn has a fever, poor feeding habits, vomiting, and diarrhea."

The third male medical fellow stared at the closed incubator. "If an infant is birthed at eight am on Monday morning becomes symptomatic at the next day at eleven o'clock on the next morning of Tuesday, the baby will present with an onset of NSA symptoms. That means there is a positive drug test on both the mother and the baby."

The second male medical fellow stares at the closed incubator. "I don't hear any crying or movement coming from the closed incubator."

The sixth male medical fellow stares at the closed incubator with a smile. "It is dead. Let's go and eat any early lunch," he laughed.

The fourth male medical fellow looks up with a smile and stares at the enclosed incubator. "No! I'll go and look at the baby," he moved ahead and then stopped, lifting up the lid with a gasp. "The baby...the baby...it is green colored."

The other five fellows spin and rush away from the baby in panic, leaving the room.

Back inside the city of Authority, at the Second Building, inside the Dark Room, the holographic recording disappears. The room becomes dark and then illuminates with a row of dull lamps on top of the ceiling. Gladino continues to sit in the comfortable leather chair and stares at the opposite wall of black tinted metal, gasping in shock, swiftly standing upright from her chair, rocking over the metal floor. She waves both of her arms in the air and shouts out loud at each wall. "No! No! No! What happened to the green colored baby inside the hospital nursery? Who is that green colored baby? Why am I seeing a video of a green colored baby? Why did my mother hide this video recording here inside the Enforcer Building? Why have I not every seen this piece of video? Is this video event even true? Why is that man holding a hand gun? What does all of this mean? I'm so confused. Maybe, I can go and ask my mother about this terrible and weird and unique and horrible event. No! No! No! I do not know if the event is true or false or fake or pretend. My mother will not remember either. She is 89 years old and she is dealing with the death of her baby daughter. No. No. No. This is an entertainment chip that accidentally placed inside the wrong row of ships. I don't have time to find an entertainment chip. I need to find the chip with the TECH upgrade for the MUTT thing. Think logically!" she exhales with deep breathes. "The chip is here on this row, where my mother Musela told the people about the TECH machine. I will find that chip, if I have to stay here inside the Dark Room, all day and all night. Buddy is having fun in the doggie playground. He loves to play and then sleep and then eat and then poop and then play again." She sits down in the chair and spins around, leaning down into the chip shelf, starting at the beginning of the long row of glittering electronic chips, gently slapping first chip. She swings her chair around and faces an empty room. A new hologram image appears and presents a new thick, red-tinted line that slowly unfolds into a new landscape.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Seventh floor level location

Medical hallway setting

10:13:56 hours/minutes/seconds (late am)

Both Icky and Ibean slowly climb up each step without rushing his steps and both feel depression about the missing teenager that had accepted a dangerous MUTT assignment in the city of Authority and then appears, standing in the wide semi-curved doorway. Icky gasps in shock at the new scene. Ibean hunts for his doggie girlfriend Fancy and sees her body, wiggling with excitement.

The floor level is covered in rows of ratty but clean pads of soft colorful blankets that hold a human body with their companion dog. And the air space within the internal hallway exhibits an assortment of medical robots that wear a series of rusty spots on a dull metal body and appears in the color of tin or black or white.

They slowly move ahead down the medical hallway while strolling towards Freckles and Fancy. Icky turns and studies each sick medical patient on top of the floor. Ibean bumps into the leg on Icky while wiggling with happiness at Fancy. Then Icky stops and stares down at the medical patient, frowning in silence, observing the scene.

An adult overweight, middle-aged male with shoulder length blonde hair and a tone of pale skin, wearing a dirty yellow and black checkered jacket, without a dress shirt, exposing his naked skin, and a pair of matching trousers with a pair of naked feet lies on top of the mismatched blankets in slumber, sporting a black tinted eye socket and numerous black bruises on his face. He cuddles his company dog, a Basset Hound dog breed.

A Basset Hound displays a set of short legs, a pair of floppy brown tinted ears, a set of dopey eyeballs, and a coat of split half black on top and half white on bottom. He weighs 60 pounds and measures 14 inches in height. A Basset Hound breed dog possesses a playful, ongoing, tolerant, friendly doggie personality.

On the opposite side of the sleeping male, a tiny dog rests against his rib cage. The dog breed is a Xoloitzcuintlit or a Mexican Hairless canine breed which possesses an intelligent, protective, cheerful, alert, calm, and companionable doggie personality. Her Xolo canine displays a dark gray coat of hairless skin and measures ten inches in height and weights five pounds.

Icky frowns with confusion, then shakes his bone skull, slowly moving ahead towards Freckles, studying each one of the medical patients that sleep peacefully on the floor for a few minutes. He stops and stands behind the upper body on Freckles and as she works on the medical patient. Ibean and her dog Fancy bump and grind into each other for doggie fun. Icky slowly spins around and smiles at the floating rows of robots. "Where did this parade come from?"

She continues to squat down on top of the floor and runs a medical device over the placid face on a sleeping patient. An older male is tall and skinny, with a tone of pale tinted skin, a head of shoulder length blonde tinted hair, and a full facial beard of yellow hue. He is unconsciousness in slumber with a broken leg, wearing a long gown in gold and dark blue fabric but dirty and torn, cuddling beside his companion dog, a Great Pyrenees.

His companion dog rests its muzzle on top of the man's arm and displays sleep.

The canine is a large-sized work dog. The Great Pyrenees breed displays an affectionate, strong-willed, fearless, confident, and patience doggie personality. His dog possesses a white tinted coat with patches of yellow hue of long fur. The nose and the lips of the dog is solid black hue. The canine measures in height at 30 inches, weighting in at 160 pounds.

On top of the floor, Freckles smiles down at elderly male medical patient. "I have re-activated all the medical robots to assist me down here inside the medical floor. They can patrol the long, cold corridor while I sleep with you. They can check on each patient and record all the vital signs electronically with their set of metal eyeballs. When I return the next morning, I can visually see the process in a pattern of a few seconds, without hearing the whine from a human voice."

Icky smiles down at the medical patient. "That's a great idea, Freckles!"

She stands upright from the floor and continues to stare down at the first patient. "This is ancient piece of medical technology here. I had it pulled down from our mountain top attic," she giggles. "I press this button. Then, the motor will start and hit the patient on the chest." The yellow beam of light engulfs the patient and then displays the internal skeleton frame, organs, and blood vessels on the side brown tinted cave wall. "You are seeing the anatomy of this patient. The pink tint lines are the blood vessels. The orange tinted object represents each organ such like the heart and the liver. The blue smooth waves are the muscles of this patient only. Now, we move down to the next patient. I quickly sedated each patient to conduct my evil experiment. This is a second piece of the same ancient equipment. I'll show off the anatomy of the second patient on the wall also." She flips the button. The motor slowly roars into speed and then projects the same colors and anatomy on the brown tinted cave wall. "There! I have examined two different patients with the same piece of ancient equipment. What do you see?"

He looks up and then surveys each electronic image with a stern face for a few minutes. "Nothing is different. The colored patches are the same and the same size."

She exhales with a nod. "Yes, I did that on purpose. I selected two patients that are the same weight and height, but different colored skin tone. The internal body is the same. No matter the exterior color of the skin. Yes, I see the same familiar human inner parts. So, I conclude here. There is not a set of different of cells, structure, proteins, and enzymes within each organ, miles of blood vessel, and tons of muscles between a human. I still am flustered about the difference between a MUTT human and an Autocrat human."

He exhales with worry and disappointment of her medical investigation. Icky does not feel like providing more disappointing news about the missing MUTT teenager to his girlfriends. He frowns down at the new medical patient. "So, we still do not have one single clue."

"I have other neat medical toys that was brought down from the rock-coated attic," she reaches out with a smile and grabs Icky's arm, pulling him towards the next patient. A young adult, petite and plump female lies on top of a mismatched pad of blankets in slumber and displays a head of shoulder lengthy auburn colored hair, a tone of pink tinted skin, wearing a pair of orange tinted walking shorts, a yellow tinted sleeveless shirt, a pair of naked feet, and a blue tinted bandage on her naked ankle bone. Her companion dog faces the other medical patient but soundly sleeps, presenting a rich, chestnut colored Irish Setter breed dog. An Irish Setter dog measures 25 inches tall and weighs 62 pounds with a doggie personality of playful, affectionate, lively, companionable, energetic, and independent.

Freckles smiles. "This is another ancient machine, the metal hand. The machine displays the neurological pathway inside the brain," she slips on the glove which is made of leather and parts of metal pieces that are embedded inside the skin. I'm going to scan the metal glove over the skull of each person. The data will present a set of holographic information on the cave wall again." she presses the button with a smile. "Watch this! This old technology is fun." She tosses the tube in the air and as the tube halts and then cracks open. A ting of red dust drifts down and then covers the naked body. The dust is radioactive and will fall onto any body part that is artificially made, which I cannot tell. Or the dust will activate."

He frowns. "I am not seeing anything on each slumbering patient to my non-medically trained eyeballs."

"Yes, I concur. I am still looking for the something that makes us different from the Autocrats."

"But each medical patient body is a MUTT."

"Yes, I know that. But each body contains something different from an Autocrat. If I run a medical scan on each body, hopefully, then I can see it immediately."

He smiles down at each patient. "That's a good plan. How long have you been doing this?"

"Since, seven this morning..."

He frowns. "O! I guess I shouldn't give you the bad news."

"What bad news?" She adjusts the glove for another flare of dust on each patient with a sad face.

He spins around and stares at the long line of medical patients that start at the front of the entrance wall with their individual companion dog. "Is it my eyeballs? Are there are more medical patients here inside the medical hallway, than ever before?"

She nods with a stern face and spins around, viewing the long line of medical patients. "Your eyeballs are not tricked. This is the fullest volume here inside the medical hallway with numerous medical patients."

He frowns. "But there were not any major injuries during the battle fight last night. There had been a few minor injuries and see the MUTT warriors and their companion dogs here, getting treated and healing. Who are these new faces and their new companion dogs?"

She exhales with worry. "These medical patients came off three freight ships from the city of Authority early this morning."

"What!"

"Yeah, what! We sent out a single freight ship this morning with Dimple and her MUTT family. Have we heard or seen her?"

He frowns. "No."

She nods with a stern face. "Then, the freight ship became overflowing with humans and dogs running from numerous Enforcer teams. The ship filled quickly with new MUTTs and then lifted off the ground, soaring across the air waves, landing here on top of the MUTT mountain hideaway. Then we sent a second freight ship which also filled with more MUTT humans and successfully escaped from Authority and landed here again. Then we sent a third freighter ship with escaping MUTT humans and their mutt dog. So, the increase in medical patients are the injured humans and some dogs that were escaping from the gangs of Enforcer teams, running towards the freighter ship, getting hurt. So, I have a long hallway of test patients; but my test patient is not in serious medical condition and is not cooperating with my test experiment," she chuckles.

He points down at the medical patient with a second dog. "Who is that dog? Why do some of the medical patients have a second dog? What am I meeting?"

Freckles softly giggles and points down at the medical patient. "The second canine is a Xoloitzcuintli breed dog or a Xolo breed dog or a Mexican Hairless Dog lies beside some of the sicker medical patients. A Xolo breed dog comes in three sizes, displaying toy, miniature, and standard heights. The dog breed can be covered in hair also. The hairless Xolo dog breed possesses flesh of smooth but tough skin that fits closely to the body, exhibiting little turfs of hair on top of the head, the feet, and one-third of the tail up towards the tip. The body proportions present a rectangular-shaped, slightly longer in length rather than height.

"The dog does not require grooming but licks its coats like a cat and sweats through its skin and four tiny paw pads. The dog breed appears in black, gray, slate, red, liver, bronze or white and appears similar in body form to a Pharaoh Hound with a sleek body frame, a pair of almond-shaped eye sockets, a set of large bat-like ear points, and a long neck. The breed dog measures in size from 10 to 55 pounds.

"From a biological perceptive, the Xolo breed is genetically related to the Chinese Crested Dog.

Historically, the Xolo breed dog entered the North American continent from Siberia land bridge 4,500 years, after the first humans and then lived alone without human companion. Ancient royal tombs from the Mayan, Aztec Ancient Native American culture, where the Xolo dog was a companion and guardian protector from evil spirits and all strange invaders. And every Xolo dog was sacrificed and then buried with their master that guided the human soul down to the underworld for an eternity life.

"Also, the allele gene for the hairlessness also affects and produces an incomplete set of dog teeth of the Xolo breed dog.

"In the ancient Aztec culture, the ancient mythical god Xolotl used the bone of man and created the Xoloitzcuintli dog breed as a gift to mankind. The Xolo dog guarded man's life and guided man's soul through the dangers of the death world, up towards the heavens for an eternity life. The Xolo dog was also raised as food meat and served at celebrating banquets. At the banquet, the Aztec people ate 100 turkey and 40 Xolo dogs as the entree. However, at the modern day archeological sites, ninety bones from the local deer were discovered more. The Aztec culture believed the Xoloitzcuintli dog breed possessed healing powers. That is the key here, whether truth or myth.

"Through thousands of years with genetic natural order of selected breeding, the Xolo dog breed does not possess any health issues. The dog breed, for its tiny size, possesses strength, agility, and elegance. The doggie personality exhibits very high intelligence, sensitivity, high energy, inquisitiveness, strong hunting skills, social skills. And, finally, the Xolo dog breed is an excellent escape artist, climbing up and over tall obstacles, jumping up from the ground, flying through small openings while chasing its prey. During the battle fight, numerous Xolo dogs were abandoned and not injured. One of the smarter MUTT warriors knew of the ancient healing powers and gathered up the abandoned Xolo dogs and brought them back to the Den, giving to me for both an experiment and new home. I took the tiny dogs for humanity purposes. None of the Xolo dogs were harmed and did not panic while leaving their dead Autocrat owners and then easily adapted to a new owner, one of the medical patients here inside my medical floor. I am seeing mental and physical improvement. Can I explain? No. Do I wanna try to explain? No. So, I will conclude that the Xolo dog is a healing mammal for all of man-kind and woman-kind, without further biological, chemical, psychological, mental, emotional, and spiritually reason."

Icky smiles. "Okay."

She winks at him. "I have a couple of more patients to examine. Then we can go and get some lunch. How does that sound, Icky?"

He smiles. "Okay."

Freckles moves ahead and then squats down, smiling at the next human and canine patient with her medical touch. "How are you feeling?"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Second Building, the Enforcer Center

Second Family

Second Son Taxe and his Miniature Pincher breed dog Sparky

and wedded mate Kortbee and her Schipperke breed dog Devil

Burnt and deceased Second Brother Hox and his Pekingese breed dog Bugger

and live widow Firkle and her Dandie Dinmont Terrier bred dog Darling

Second Sister Bishee and her Yorkshire Terrier breed dog Yum-Yum

and wedded mate Nalls and his Smooth Fox Terrier breed dog Doug

Second Building location

Dull sunlight and warm temperatures

03:18:56 hours/minutes/second (late afternoon)

Second floor level location

Dark Room setting

The last hologram recording disappears from the room. First Daughter Gladino continues to assist her Authority official Taxe reviewing all of the digital recordings, from yesterday, for a new MUTT spy that plays on the side wall in silence which will beep out the criminal here in the city of Authority for her eardrums.

However, Gladino has found a mysterious ancient recording which had displayed a green tinted baby and a murderer lawyer inside a courtroom setting. She is more interested in finding the missing ancient recording and viewing the ending of the entertainment program.

Gladino spins around from the middle of the empty Dark Room floor and does not move from the chair, reaching out, tapping on a new electronic chip, without finding the continued footage regarding the mysterious green tinted baby and the cold-blooded murderer Yawbo and then spins the chair around, facing an empty room.

A new hologram image appears and presents a new thick, red-tinted line that slowly unfolds into a new landscape.

In front of a tan colored solid wall of rock, inside the ancient Authority Headquarters building, a tall platform in white tinted wood exhibited a portal plasma television screen that showed rows of the audience members. In front of the active screen, a petite woman with a head of long curly silver-tinted hair strands stood in front of the meeting crowd.

Inside the Enforcer Building, Gladino continues to sit and frowns with annoyance, without finding the next segment of the mysterious green tinted baby and the cold-blooded murderer Yawbo inside the court room. "What is this? Who is this? What is that woman doing? What is happening here?"

On the hologram screen, a petite, unnamed female nodded to the audience members. "Good afternoon to all!" On the plasma screen, a row of musical notes appeared in black hue without producing a musical song. The woman smiled. "A musical song is produced by a human or a tree bird or an ocean whale or a metal robot or another singing creature that all resides here on our planet for entertainment purposes, social bonding, mating rituals, and other matters that provide an emotional connection, without words. What is an emotion? Emotion is a string of nerve endings that determine your pain or pleasure or joy or sorrow. Through a magnetic resonance imaging devise, while playing a musical song, each musical note enters both of the human eardrums and reaches the single human brain, where a series of fluttering smooth musical notes affect the following memory systems, including amygdale, the hippocampus , the dorsal striatum, and the prefrontal cortex, which displays upon a silver tinted equipment screen behind my rear skull, which in turn measures the human emotions. Yes, I have coldly explained away the emotion of pleasure within the human body," she giggled with the other scientists. On the screen, the row of black tinted musical notes change into the interior components of the human brain. She continued. "Thus, the joyful emotion of hearing a musical set of notes is a nice response within the human brain that triggers all of the human motor skills, which includes swaying your hips, tapping your foot, and snapping your fingers. And the strand of musical notes produce a stimulus that causes a reaction of excitement or energy."

From the audience members, an angry voice yelled out loud at the petite female scientist, "Finish your presentation, doctor!"

The petite female continued to smile. "Several decades ago, the science of music therapy has been used to treat a variety of neurological conditions and psychiatric disorders, including anxiety, depression, and schizophrenia, for a human, which affected the same memory systems, including the amygdale, the hippocampus, the thalamus, and the prefrontal cortex. Decades later, through a set of MRI scans, a team of smart medical scientists were able to identify and pinpoint each defective or unaffected or damaged neuron, that modern technology was able to treat through laser bean treatments. Then, the human was whole again. My research, through a set of electroencephalography scans, has been able to identify here that the prefrontal cortex can affect all of the emotions and then modify any and all type of nasty or annoying behavior patterns through a set of pre-arranged steps of selected musical pieces that slowly and carefully stimulate the nerves. And each one of my test subjects listens to the selected musical tune and then exhibits a happier mood behavior pattern for me and all of my other test subjects. An EEG wave displays a direct measurement of the neural activity, with a very high time resolution coming from the sub-cortical brain activity. The emotional response network exhibits activity, within the sub-cortical brain region, during an EEG wave, and then affects changes in the amygdale, posterior temporal cortex, and the cerebellum memory systems. Thus, I propose using the sound of music to stimulate the prefrontal cortex within a new neural therapy."

From the audience of scientists, a female voice shouted out loud to the presenter. "MRI and EEG measurements are quite two different brain processes, where the brain is affected by a stimulus, doctor."

The petite medical physician nodded with a smile. "I know that. I understand that. I have also verified my findings with other previous ancient tests, of course. A MRI scan coming from a human, when the scan is compared to a MRI scan from a canine, shows that a canine possesses the same chemical response mechanism to a single or multiple human vocal words and uses the same parts of the brain matter as the human brain mater. Thus, a canine has the ability to recognize and react emotionally to each emotional human word sounds which makes a canine the ultimate friendly social pet for a human man and woman and child..."

From the audience, a female voice spoke out loud. "I have very confused here, doctor. Why are you comparing medically, biologically, chemically, and neurological canines to citizens. Our great peaceful society here, in the land of Authority, has cured all of the complex human issues of anxiety, depression and schizophrenia, that does not exist in a canine or a dog or a cat or a monkey. The land of Authority is peaceful and prosperous and plentiful ..."

"... for the robots," the petite unnamed medical physician sneers at the audience member, waving both of her arms in the air, shouting out loud her fury and her fight. "The city of Authority is ran by a fleet of robots, not a group of loving humans that come and invade the household and then perform every domestic task and job and command, rearranging the natural order, eliminating the unnecessary, the pet dog or the pet cat or the pet monkey," she pointed at the side rock coated wall that led into the busy city streets. "There are thousands and thousands and thousands of homeless canines and cats that are being tossed out onto the city streets and then replaced by a fun, obedient, cold machine robot. These canines and cats do not have food, water or mercy here in the city of Authority. I am here trying to help all of them. I am trying to keep the once loved pets out of the deadly permanently gone extermination centers. A canine or a cat wants love and joy and happiness, like a human. A canine is not a robot."

From the audience of scientists, a male stood upright from the chair and laughed out loud waving both of his arms in the air and then laughed out loud. "If an unwanted dog is homeless, on the busy street corner, then it gets a new home, coming from Authority, which is called heaven. Get her butthole off that stage! We have real work to do here! I wanna go next. I have plan to clean up the contaminated fresh water rivers with my new set of tiny mechanical nano-robots."

The petite, unnamed medical physician slapped her chest and shouted out loud down at the rude male scientist. "My scientific research work has produced and also confirmed that a string of musical notes affects the prefrontal core brain on a canine dog which can be controlled by the..."

"Get her outta of here, right now!" One of the female scientists stood upright from her chair and waved her hand at the petite, unnamed medical physician, sneering at her fellow scientist. "You are not invited back here. We don't wanna here all of your piece of hyperbole rhetoric. Your scientific theories are both nonsense and silly. Let the real scientists converse on more urgent matters!" The other scientists slowly rose up and started shouting at the petite, unnamed medical physician.

A pair of Enforcer guards in a solid red tinted one-piece uniform and a matching helmet displayed a white tinted bell-shape on the uniform chest swiftly arrived on top of the stage and stood in-between the disruptive presenter, reaching out, grabbing each arm on the petite, unnamed medical physician, gently pulling the elderly woman off the stage. They landed down on top of the hard rock-coated floor and then slowly moved ahead while the woman did not resist but exhaled with worry and the crowd of scientists continued to sound with loud boos and shouted out loud a set of nasty names at the caring physician.

At the open archway, First Daughter Kamure stood against the matching tan colored solid rock wall and wore a plum colored dress, staring with a stern face in silence at the petite unnamed medical physician. The pair of guards stopped and stood beside Kamure. Kamure exhaled with annoyance and frowned at the petite, unnamed medical physician. "What were you thinking? What are you doing here?"

The petite, unnamed medical physician nodded with a smile back to Kamure. "I did it, Kamure. I have found the connection between a citizen and a canine."

"No, that is not humanly impossible. You need to go back to the farm."

She continued to nod and smiled. "Yes, I can connect a citizen to a canine, so no more stray dogs or cats or monkeys or any other innocent animals will die in another extermination center from the lack of food or the lack of love or the lack of compassion by the Authority leaders, including you, First Daughter."

Kamure shook her curls. "Dr. Kamkat," she frowns. "Kee, I am so sorry. The land of Authority is not ready for your new experimental discovery, which is biological and medical and scientifically and humanly not possible for the human mind. Please stay at home and don't come back here! If you come back..." she exhaled with worry and turned nodding to the first guard. "Take her away! Do not harm her! Please send her back home! Thank you, Enforcers!"

The lead guard nodded in silence and then turned, slowly escorting Kee Kamkat, medical physician from the Authority Headquarters building interior and then back home to her house, without harm or punishment from First Daughter Kamure.

Inside the Dark Room, the active hologram image appears and then the room become dark.

Gladino swiftly stands upright from the chair and gasps in alarm, whispering for her eardrums only. "Grandmother, what did you not do? Who is Kee Kimkat? Is she really a medical physician that treated humans and animals? What did Kimkat say to Kamure? Kimkat had found a connection between a citizen and a canine. How is that possible to connect a human and a dog? Why had Dr. Kee Kimkat done that? I must find out. I must know if this is possible." she spins around from the middle of the room and darts her eyeball across the rows of glittering electronic chips, reaching out, slapping the next chip. Then she spins around to face the floor and quickly views the beginning of the ancient recording. The recording does not provide any additional information about her grandmother Kamure or the mysterious Kee Kimkat.

She spins around from the active recording and slaps the chip off, activating a new recording. Gladino is determined to find the work of Kee Kimkat and then end the MUTT War that is spoiling her First Daughter reign here in the land of Authority.

At the same time, back at the MUTT DEN within the hidden mountain range, a female voice shouts out loud and as a short body frame dashes away from the opposite hallway wall, waving both of her arms in the air, "Dr. Freckles!"

A second female voice yells out loud and as a short body frame rushes away from the same opposite hallway side wall, waving both of her arms in the air, "Dr. Freckles. I found something."

The first female shouts out loud. "I found something."

The two females are identical twins and display a head of long black tinted hair, a tone of olive tinted skin, and a pair of turquoise eyeballs, exhibiting a petite, skinny body frame, wearing a pair of dirty, tan colored walking shorts, a white tinted dirty tee shirt, a pair of ratty, brown colored flip-flops, and an oversized dirty, white tinted laboratory gown. Each female stops and then bounces up and down with excitement, staring at the back spine on Freckles and then the face on Icky.

Beside each petite female, a tall and massive Mastiff dog stops and stands beside its mistress, softly growling at Fancy and Ibeam while protecting each mistress from danger and harm.

The dog breed is a Kangal Shepherd Dog which is a guard dog of flocks of animals that usually resides with the flock while fending off predators which want to eat the juicy fresh meat. The Kangal Shepherd Dog breed is used to protect flocks of sheep and goats from wolves, bears, jackals, lions, cheetahs and other large wild animals.

A male dog breed stands 32 inches in height and weighs 145 pounds. A female Kangal Shepherd Dog breed measures 30 inches in height and weighs 120 pounds.

The Kangal Shepherd Dog breed displays the doggie characteristics of calmness, controlled, independence, powerfulness, protectiveness, loyalty, extreme devotion, and gentleness with small children and animals as one of the leading guardian dogs for a family unit. The dog breed must never display shyness or viciousness and is always sensitive and alert to the changing situation, responding to bodily threats with a judicious warning and a courageous action.

The dog breed is not as heavy as the standard Mastiff breed, which allows for its greater speed and agility over a larger standard Mastiff dog. A Kangal Shepherd Dog can reach the speed of 55 miles-per-hour chasing down its predator. A working dog, on duty, will station its body on top of the high ground and overlook its animal flock. On a heated dog, the dog will dig itself a hole in the ground keeping cool and collected.

When a predator is near the flock, the Kangal Shepherd Dog will stand with its tail and both of its ear points erect, and give an alarm call, gathering the flock of animals around the dog for protection. The dog will place its body in front of the flock of animals or family members, facing the dangerous predator, intimidating the enemy. However, if the threat still exists, the Kangal Shepherd Dog will fight with the predator, standing its ground, protecting its flock and human friends.

The coat on a Kangal Shepherd Dog breed is short and dense, not long or feathery, presenting in a fawn or tan colored dog hair strands, which repels tears from a vicious wolf bite. Each bone skull displays a black tinted facial mask and black tinted ear points. White hue decorates certain points on the chest, chin, and toes. The ear flops are cropped in appearance to distinguish from a feral Kangal Shepherd dog and for protection, as two long, flopping dog ears are vulnerable in a physical dog fight with a nasty predator. The pair of ear points is also cropped to improve the dog's hearing, because sound travels easier into the eardrum without moving through the thick skin and hair on ear.

And a Kangal Shepherd Dog works in pairs and as each one is owned by one of the twin MUTT females. Each mutt dog stands beside its mistress and then slowly growls at Fancy and Ibean, back stepping from its mistress, circling around both of the short females, standing guard on the opposite side of each twin, while still softly sneering at Fancy and Ibeam.

Freckles spins around and smiles at her two new workers, "Slick! Slime! Icky, these are two of the newest MUTTs, a pair of twins, who are named Slick and Slime, and presenting their twin Kangal Shepherd guard dogs, who are named Sable and Mabel. They have been working on..."

"I found something very, very important, over here, Dr. Freckles." One of the twin girls named Slick quickly spins around along with her dog Sable, dashing back down the hallway, shouting out loud.

The other twin female named Slime along with her dog Mabel swiftly spins around and races behind her twin, yelling out loud at the two MUTT leaders also. "I found something very, very important, over here, Dr. Freckles."

Freckles smiles at the back spine on each eager medical student and slowly moves ahead with Icky. Each companion dog follows behind the back spine on their owner while bumping into each other with their doggie playfulness.

Icky leans over and smiles into the cheekbone on Freckles. "Do they repeat each other's sentences like that all the time?"

She grins. "Well, sort of yes, and sort of no! But, both of they are very entertaining and eager to learn about the biological of mutt dogs and MUTT humans, which helps me greater."

At the end of the tan colored hallway wall, half of the rock was covered in metal tubs and containers which housed numerous ancient pieces of medical equipment or piles of clean, nicely repaired, mismatched blankets, towels, hand cloths, and other soft fabrics for any and all sick human and canine patients. The other side of the long side displayed a row of individual geometrically shaped pieces of medical equipment that is presented with dents and rust spots and other minor indentations on the smooth metal, but the equipment piece functions within working parameters for analyzing any and all sick patients here on the medical floor.

Slick and Slime stand in-between a unique piece of equipment that displays an outline that exhibits a solid gray hue in the format of a sitting human form beside a standing canine form. Each twin bounces up and down with excitement, pointing at each piece of equipment.

Slick smiles. "Come over here and look at the screen on this piece of equipment, Dr. Freckles."

Slime grins. "Come over here and look at the screen on this piece of equipment, Dr. Freckles."

Both Freckles and Icky and their individual companion dog stop and stand in front of a beaten, rusty piece of equipment in silence.

Icky gasps in shock and points at each piece of equipment, staring at the gray hue. "What is the machine and machine? Where did this and that machine come from? I have never seen this piece of machine and machine that looks like a standing human and a standing dog."

Freckles stares with a stern face at each machine. "That is not important right now and right here, Icky!"

He frowns at each unfamiliar piece of equipment. "No! First, you tell me about this machine and that machine! We...we don't have enough electricity to run two different medical machines. Where did this machine and that machine come from, Freckles? Did you send one of the scout teams out to the steal this and that piece of equipment. Freckles, we need supplies and soldiers, not pieces of heavy equipment that does nothing but bring joy and eat power and..."

Freckles sits down on top of the floor and sneers at the two machines. "Stop rambling, Icky! I brought numerous pieces of medical equipment here with me, when I had escaped from my medical laboratory, piloting one of the freight ships with my stolen medical equipment. Now, are you happy? Look at the screen now!"

He exhales with annoyance and then sits down beside Freckles, frowning at the human screen. "What is that?" Fancy and Ibeam sit down behind the pair while playfully snapping each other with their doggie fun.

Slime slaps her chest and nods to the two leaders. "Slick and I have been working on a new treatment method for compulsive hoarding of food stuffs, dead animal bones, and other items, which has been presented by a few of the companion dogs, who cannot be controlled by their individual owner. This is a medical or mental condition of obsessive compulsive disorder that affects both a human and a dog."

"You need to work on the human mammal first," Icky laughs. "We have some individuals that are obsessed with catching a nasty germ or getting harmed or mentally something that I cannot explained or arranging things in a specific order, every day or every night or every hour. What about these group of obsessed victims, Freckles?"

Freckles reaches over and slaps his forearm with a stern face. "Stop it, Icky! Once upon a time, the human, who had a medical problem within mind or body with an obsessive compulsive disorder, displayed a chronic clinical condition for years or decades or an entire lifetime, which could not become cured, only treated. Then, the world of modern medicine and modern science collided creating gene splitting or splicing that modified any genetic or mutated human gene within a trouble human, creating a happy person. Now, Slick or Slime, if you locate a human or a dog with this medical condition, please send both the citizen and the canine to me."

"Yes ma'am!" Both of twin females answer at the same time.

Slick nods with a stern face. "Now, we dove into the all of the ancient electronic medical, scientific, and biological and historical information about our best friend, the canine. A long time ago, the ancient canine had possessed the canine obsessive compulsion disorder, including, such like behaviors, as shadow chasing, pretend fly-snapping, flank-sucking, eating inappropriate objects, tail-chasing, and others.

Slime nods. "This canine obsessive compulsion would also become displayed in a six-week old puppy. The ancient scientists would alter the environment that affected the puppy, which cured the puppy of its canine obsessive compulsion disorder and then created a long-lasting lovable adult dog."

Slick nods. "We decided to focus on one aspect of the canine obsessive compulsion disorder, the fly-catching syndrome or FCS and trace the issue through the doggie biological body. FCS is a rare canine condition exhibiting a sudden, occasionally, or constant episode or episodes of biting the empty air waves, without a cause or reason while trying to eat a pretend nasty black tinted house fly. This specific disorder had been documented by the group of ancient scientists tattling that the disorder had occurred in the prefrontal cortex on the young puppy and the mature dog."

Slime nods. "Based on all of the collected ancient medical documentation here in the storage machine, we followed the same clinical treatment protocols. One problematic canine and one non-problematic dog underwent a clinical, a neurological, and an otoscopic medical examination. A complete blood cell counts or CBCs and a serum chemistry panel were obtained from the one problematic canine and the other non-problematic canine. The diagnostic testing methods included an ancient MRI scan and one EEG brain wave pattern. The medical examinations were normal for both test subject canines. The blood tests were normal for both test subject canines. The EEG brain wave pattern revealed normal spike activity and one MRI scan was normal for both test subject canines. None one of the test subject canines presented a neuropathological problem or a series of hyperactivity movements or a gastroesophageal reflux issue or any type of dietary allergies.

Slick continues. "The next logical and scientific step was to test the owner of the problematic canine and the non-problematic canine with the same clinical and medical examinations and test methods. Both of the owners presented normal clinical results along with their companion dog. Thus, our search of medical knowledge continued."

Slime nods. "However, we discovered through the ancient canine medical literature that certain dog breeds are predisposed to the FSC condition including the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, the Miniature Schnauzer, and the Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. The current test subject, the problematic canine was not one of these particular dog breeds, which was puzzling within our medical minds."

Freckles smiles at her two brilliant medial students. "I must point out that ancient scientists and their modern scientific instruments had found and then removed the genetic trait that conditioned a predisposed fly-snapping response within the doggie mindset from these particular dog breeds which also included other dog breeds, consisting of the Doberman Pinscher, Airedale Terrier, Miniature Poodle, German Shorthaired Pointer, German Shepherd, Border Collier, and the Irish Setter."

Slick continues with a nod to Freckles. "The next logical step was to include one of the particular predisposed dog breeds in our study group and apply all of the clinical tests and medical examinations, which we did and then each dog presented a set of normal results. So, we dismissed the predisposed test canine and then tested each associated human owner with their companion dog."

Freckles claps with delight. "That was an excellent step."

Slime nods. "The human owner presented a set of normal results regarding each blood test, every heartbeat, and pumping pulse rate, and each MRI scan and one EEG brain wave pattern. We realized that the canine obsessive compulsion disorder, including of the common aspects, the fly snapping condition had been eradicated, a long time ago, so we had bump heads and concluded that the problematic dog was experiencing a chemical imbalance which could be modified with a new doggie diet. So, we recommended an individual doggie treatment plan made of tryptophan minerals which causes sleepiness in a human, after drinking a glass of cold cow's milk or eating fresh chicken or turkey meat along with a carbohydrate snack which would produce a calming effect on the problematic dog."

Freckles claps with a smile. "That is an excellent conclusion."

Slick shakes her curl and then frowns at Freckles. "For three days, the problematic dog consumed our personal medical individual treatment plan which was made of the tryptophan minerals from fresh chicken meat. However, the dog continued to display the fly-snapping condition, with great disappointment for all of us."

Slime nods. "So, we went to the rock wall and started our own notes of clinical observation with a new test subject. The current situation, here at the Den, a few of the companion dogs started up the old disorder for an unknown reason or explanation. Some of the companion dogs started chasing their tail and spun around in a circle during the breakfast or lunch meal. Other companion dogs started up with fly-snapping, a pretend game of trying to bite a flying nasty black tinted housefly, but the dog snaps at the air molecules at nothing. Then, a few more companion dogs started hoarding items, such like, food, small tools, and child's play toys. for fun. So, we decided to work on one patient and started observing the fly-snapping behavior, which is an innocent doggie behavior. I invited one of the smaller children with their companion dog. First, I observed the child and her companion dog here inside the medical hallway at my work station at the end of the hallway. The targeted new subject child rushed into the medical hallway with a happy smile beside her solid white colored Siberian Husky dog breed. The Husky dog breed had never exhibited fly snapping behavior before also. "My human subject and my doggie subject stood at attention facing me. I stared at the dog..."

"Uh!" He stares at the new twin MUTT humans with a frown. "Is this going to take a few minutes or a couple of hours? If so, can I go and grab a plate of food?"

"No!" Icky reaches over and pats his arm, smiling at her two eager and smart medical students.

He rubs his growling stomach for a plate of hot food. His one eyeball catches the live commotion down in the middle of the hallway, a cool treat. Their two dogs play nicely together down the hallway, having fun, enjoying life, and are so lucky that they do not talk, like Freckles. Icky draws his single eyeball back to his girlfriend.

Slick nods with a stern face. "The dog stared back at me tilting its bone skull, pawing the floor for fun, licking its nose while smelling my new order. However, the companion dog did not start fly snapping. The child became tired and sat down on top of the hard floor. Her dog obeyed. We both squatted down and watched the dog, who never started snapping the air or extending its muzzle or lowering its jaw line for a punch at the air waves. So, we started asking the talking mammal some questions. The child was eight years old and did not understand my questions as it was her father who had reported the weird doggie behavior to one of the medical assistants which eventually came to me. After fifteen minutes of her saying, we don't know. We defaulted to our observation mode. Slime demonstrated the fly snapping technique using her face, tilting her chin into the air, opening her mouth, snapping her teeth up and down with a soft clicking sound. Then I asked the child, if she had seen that particular doggie behavior and when it last occurred and how long it had lasted for my medical knowledge."

Slime nods. "The child giggled and nodded back to me. Then, the child leaned over toward the bone skull on the sitting companion dog and started snapping her jaw line up and down producing a soft clicking sounds. Then, without our eyeballs and to our astonishment, her dog started snapping his jaw line in the air at the same musical rhythm with her snaps. We was confused, puzzled, and curious. We asked her to stop snapping her jaw line, when she stopped, the dog stopped too. We asked her to start snapping her jaw line, when she started, the dog started, also. Have we got your attention from our two playing dogs now, Icky?"

He nods with a stern face. "That's really freaking. How did the child get her dog to perform the same trick with her air snaps, without a verbal command? O! She snapped her fingers behind her back spine and away from your medical eyeballs and then the dog heard it with his set of super doggie eardrums and started performing the fun annoying childish behavior. So, the child taught her dog the trick. Wow! That's normal! So, you have concluded, like me, no dog possesses the nasty canine obsessive compulsion disorder. That's great news. And I also solved the mystery. I should become a medical physician, too, so we could work together and play doctor, at any time," he laughs. "Did you beat the child? I shore would have done that punishment technique. Did you tell her parents what a bratty kid and a bratty dog they have? I shore would have tattled that information to their parents, also," Icky laughs and then claps with a smile.

Slick frowns. "We thought of the same application with her finger snapping. So, we asked the child to lift both of her arms in the air and then performed the jaw line snapping motion. The child obeyed and then her Husky dog started snapping its jaw line, all at the same time. We watched the event for thirty seconds. Then, we asked the child to stop snapping her jaw line. She did and her dog did also. What do you think about that clinical performance, Freckles?" Freckles gasps in shock, without speaking a word or grunting a sound, staring at the twins with confusion.

Icky shakes his bone skull and laughs. "I shall never, ever try to become a medical physician."

Slick nods with a smile, then moves both of her two hands, staring down at Freckles. "First, I need to tell you some history about deoxyribonucleic acid."

Slime nods with a grin. "DNA is found in the cell. Every cell has the same DNA. And the DNA cell has the ability to replicate and produce new cells, so I don't look like a baby lamb. The information is encoded within the DNA strand which is stored in four chemical bases: adenine, guanine, cytosine, thymine..."

He frowns. "DNA! Just say DNA! I have DNA. You have DNA. Ibean has DNA. Fancy has DNA strands. We all possess DNA strands."

Slick nods. "A human is genetically related to the family Hominidae..."

Icky nods. "Great apes is the family Hominidae including orangutans, chimpanzees, gorillas, and other apes," he chuckles out loud and then swiftly stands upright, raising both of his arms in the air and then crouches down at his kneecaps, wiggling his two arms, slowly spinning a tiny circle, talking to Freckles. "We walk upright and possess two arms, two hands, two legs, and two feet and we can paint numerous lousy pieces of art. Even my great-great-great grandmother needs that old scientific information, Freckles," he returns back and winks at her.

Slime nods. "The great ape clan shares almost 98 percent of their DNA genes with a human. A tiny gray tinted mouse shares 90 percent of their DNA genes with a human. For decades and decades, the poor tiny gray mouse had been used in dangerous and deadly experiments to cure all of the human diseases, where the mouse would exhibit similar reactions to experimental drug medicines and unnecessary research surgical procedures that had been implanted with each human disease for a miracle cure."

He frowns. "That was a barbaric period, during human medical research, which was a long, long time ago."

Slick nods. "A dog shares 84 percent of their DNA genes with a human. And a bird shares 65 percent of their DNA genes with a human. Let's us concentrate only on the dog, man's best friend. How does a scientist know that a dog shares its doggie DNA genes with a human? On great example, the Doberman Pincher dog had been bred with a combination of strength, speed, endurance, loyalty, intelligence and ferocity. The dog breed had lived for eleven years on the average and would suffer from several health concerns, including cardiomyopathy, congestive heart failure, hip dysplasia, and canine compulsive disorder. These health issues of cardiomyopathy, congestive heart failure, hip dysplasia, and order compulsive disorder had been also a set of common diseases that were exhibited in humans. On the opposite canine spectrum, the Xoloitzcuintlit or Mexican Hairless canine had been bred with an intelligent, protective, cheerful, alert, calm, and companionable dog personality. For thousands of years, by the natural selection of genes, the Xolo dog breed is not prone to health issues or medical problems. In conclusion, a dog is related through medical health issues, like a human."

He shakes his bone skull and frowns at each twin medical student. "Naw! Naw! Naw!"

Slime smiles and nods her curls. "Yes. Yes. Yes. The exchange process of mixing dog genes and human genes had occurred somehow and then modified the human's genetic makeup, or maybe, the dog's genetic makeup over thousands of years ago, where a human body is very similar to a dog at a molecular level."

He frowns at the screen. "How is this possible? I don't believe it. I don't believe you. I think you need some time off, doctor. Yeah, I need a vacation. The MUTT council does grant vacation leave. We need to leave. Let's run away for the time with our two days into the forestland and find a cave and have some fun."

"I do not want fun." Freckles nods with a smile at the twin medical students.

Icky exhales with confusion. "All right! You don't wanna have any fun. I'm not having any fun either. So, please, convince me, over there, over here, over yonder. Why does the canine dog genes live in my human body? Why is true?"

Slick nods. "My first piece of evidence, some of the top medical diseases that affect a human also affects a dog, such like, cancer cells, obesity, epilepsy, heart disease, allergies, retinal disease, and others. Of course, over thousands of years, modern scientists have cured all of the human diseases, but they did not bother to help the canine dog, who is man's best friend."

He gasps in shock and slightly nods in surprise. Icky has studied the anatomy of a dog and the healthy issues for a dog starting at the age of six years old, when he had attended the local academic institution. He knew that a dog had suffered from those ancient human diseases. However, he had not connected the dots of genetics, like the two smart medical students. He nods with a stern face. "All right! I do believe you now. What else have you uncovered about dog and human shared DNA? Wait! What is the historical history? How did the dog acquire human DNA?"

Slime continues. "A fang bit into a human hand will produce a red tinted blood protein, where the same dog swallows both his mouth salvia and the human blood proteins down into his stomach. Over the centuries, the build-up of human blood proteins inside each dog organ might have slightly modified the dog's DNA that matches some of human genes. That is a simple, unproven medical explanation coming from my medical brain."

Icky smiles. "Wow!"

Slick nods. "First, the gray wolf species has been scientifically verified as the only true ancestor coming from the canine dog. There is no other animal species on the planet. Thus, the question is: when did the wolf become a domesticated dog and not a wolf anymore? Would you like to answer that question, Icky?"

He laughs with a nod. "That answer is to, too obvious. After the wolf had bitten into its next dead prey, a human gene transforms or spits out the canine dog, which of course is a working theory."

Slime nods. "Your stated working theory is the same as my working theory. Since the beginning of the time, the gray wolf is a pack animal that eats freshly dead meat. The injured human or the freshly dead human meat satisfies its hunger, in turn, changes its molecular structure inside the wolf body. So, the daddy gray wolf and the mama gray wolf mate and then produce a new baby gray wolf puppy that looks a little different from his parents and does not wanna eat the dead human meat, only the fresh meat from rabbits or elephants or tigers or bear. O my! Then that genetic molecules transforms gray wolf into a canine puppy. Then, the newly genetically modified wolf puppy leaves the wolf pack and hunts alone for his new brotherly friend while playing, working, hunting and petting with the human, not another gray wolf pup. The new human and the new mutated canine like each other and treat each other with kindness and respect along with a half-full tummy. Thus the ancient express: a dog is a man's best friend. Because, over thousands of years, they share the pieces and parts within the same DNA strand."

He smiles. "If you read or study or hear of Ancient World History, then you knew here, when tombs and grave sites are raped and then robbed of each smelly, ugly dead human bodies..."

"Stop it, Icky!" Freckles frowns at Icky while staring at the twin medical students.

He nods. "The grave robbers have found canine dog bones too. So, the dog had been hanging around its master or mistress and went down into the grave, so to speak. I'm not really surprised, but I'm stunned that I have realize the possibility of a genetic link between me and Ibean, even though he acts like a kid brother or an annoying human sister or a loving human mother with me. I like your new information, Freckles. Can we go to the lunch meal, now?"

"No!" Freckles frowns at Icky.

Slick nods. "The next science lecture is the brain matter in a dog. The brain cortex for a dog is smaller than a human, of course. In a human, the brain matter is soft mass of tissues and nerves that are all connected to the spinal cord. The human brain is one-fiftieth the mass of the average human body frame. The three main parts of the brain includes the cerebrum, the cerebellum, and the brain stem. The cerebrum is the largest part of the brain that controls reading, thinking, learning, speech, emotions and muscle movements like walking. This part of brain controls vision, hearing, and other senses."

Slime nods. "The next science lecture is stimulus. A stimulus is something that causes a reaction or interest or excitement or energy. A shiny object for a baby is an example of stimulus. A dirt plant grows towards the bright warm sunlight. If the direction of the sunlight is changed, then the plant will change its direction of growth for survival. In the field of physiology, a stimulus is a change in the physical body or chemical structure in an internal or an external environment on the organism, such like, the brain matter, an organ, or a piece of tissue. In the field of psychology, a stimulus is a concept of behavior. There are two types of stimuli that affects the body external and internal. An external stimuli changes outside the body that our senses detect. An example of an external stimuli, the body responses to changes in sunlight and air temperature that affects our senses."

Icky smiles. "Is the human feeling of hunger down in my tummy a stimulus too?"

Slick nods. "Yes, hunger is an example of an internal stimuli that signals the human body, such like, the soft growling noise inside your stomach for food or a churning sensation your body experiences, when your nerve ends perceive a state of anxious or a view of scary fright."

He claps with a smile. "Good! I'm hunger too and stimulated to get a bucket of cooked deer, squirrel and rabbit meat. Let's get up and go to the lunchroom floor, Freckles!"

Slime frowns. "But we are not finished with our scientific lecture."

Freckles frowns. "I have studied and understand all of the medical and scientific lectures too. Are you reaching the main point of your scientific experiment soonest?"

Slick nods with a stern face. "Yes, ma'am, we are. In mammalian brain anatomy..."

"Ugh! Does that word, mammalian, represent a human or a dog or a moose or a mouse or a monster?" Icky softly chuckles.

Slick continues. "That is correct for all mammals, Icky! The prefrontal cortex in the brain matter is located at the front of the frontal lobe. The function of the prefrontal cortex weighs decision making outcomes from an event, forms judgment of persons, places, events, animals, and other situations. The prefrontal cortex lobe controls an impulse, such like flight to flee or a killing rage act and acts to moderate the emotions through human personality expressions."

He reaches over and softly tickles the rib cage on Freckles with fun, softly chuckling at the entertaining twin medical interns. "Whoa! That is a list long of long words that doesn't mean nothing to me, Freckles."

Slime smiles. "The prefrontal cortex is the remote control devise inside your brain that runs your behavior, speech, and reasoning. Now, let us get into the dog's mental mind."

Icky nods. "Too bad, the dog can't talk to us."

Slime nods. "A dog does communicate with a human all the time. If a human is happy, a dog wiggles their tail with joy. If a human is sad, a dog nuzzles your hand for understanding. Their eyeballs, their barks, their bodies express emotion back to a human. A dog gazes into a human's face reading the human's emotions and then reacts accordingly."

He nods. "Some humans do not possess that doggie trait of deep love and respect, like First Daughter Gladino."

Slick nods. "A dog brain is the size of tangerine fruit. The organ made look little; but it controls the heart that holds plenty of love."

"Uoo! I like that doggie motto." He smiles.

Slick nods. "Striatum in located in the brain matters and contains the dopamine mineral that provides reward, pleasure, and expectation."

"That sounds an Autocrat!" He chuckles.

"Stop it, Icky!" Freckles reaches over and slaps his naked arms while staring at the twin medical interns.

Slime reaches over and gently touches the gray tinted screen in the shape of the canine dog frame. "This piece of fantastic medical equipment is wonderful. I am so glad that you had stolen it from the Science Building, Dr. Freckles. Both of the human and canine outlines are the screens, which is the primary reader. Each small piece in silver-tinted, square-shaped metal is called a magnetic resonance imagery plate. The plate can be placed anywhere on the body of a human or a dog. Each electromagnet slips off the mammal's true biological and chemical body and then attaches to each one of the tiny metal plates. When you flip the switch on one screen or both screens, each tiny square-shaped electromagnetic plate sends out an invisible electromagnetic image to the reader screen, where each screen-shape converts all of the collected biological and chemical information from each mammal and presents on either the human screen or the dog screen."

Slick nods. "For our first ever medical experiment, I asked the child owner to perform the fly snapping doggie behavior which immediately stimulated the dog's performance, after the first incident. I watched the child and the dog repeat the fun game over and over again. Then, I placed the magnetic resonance image plate on the forehead of each mammal. When I spun around, I gasped in shock. A small fluttering fluctuation was blinking in red hue on both the human-shaped screen and the canine-shaped screen that held an electrical impulse of spiked activity on the prefrontal cortex that blinked, in both rhyme and rhythm, all at the same time. This was an incredible clinical observation. I swung back around to see the child and her dog. The child and her dog were still having fun, performing the pretend fly snapping activity. I asked the child to stop her motion. The child stopped. I spun back around and viewed the same region in the prefrontal cortex. The fluctuation was gone and not blinking in any color on either human-shaped screen or the canine-shaped screen without an eerily electric activity."

Freckles frowns. "I wanna see your two MRI scan results."

"We thought you would wanna see the two MRI scan outcomes from our clinical experiment." Slime nods with a smile and flips the silver tinted switch on the canine-shaped screen. A red tinted blinking dot appeared and fluttered in front of the dog's forehead. Slick performs the same procedure on the human-shaped screen. A red tinted blinking dot appeared and fluttered in front of the human's forehead. Icky gasps in shock and studies the two blinking red dots in silence.

Freckles continues to sit on the floor and frowns with puzzlement at each screen reader. "That is really weird. I have never seen that type of MRI scan on both a human and a dog MRI reader. So, what did the both of you conclude?"

Slick frowns. "This is going to sound really silly, Dr. Freckles. But it is the only logical clinical and medical and miracle conclusion that displays two distinct and different electronic impulses that is shared between two different species. A human and a canine can exchange a DNA strand, which causes a doggie gene to become human genes or a human gene to become a doggie gene. Thus, the human and the dog must have exchanged some type of bodily fluid that affected the brain matter in each human and their companion dog, in turn, showed up here in the brain wave pattern on each MRI reader."

Icky gasps in alarm and swiftly stands upright from the floor. His companion dog Ibeam stops playing with Fancy and stands upright, spinning around, viewing the back spine on his maters, slowly moves ahead with worry for Icky. Icky shakes both his hands and his bone skull. "No. No. No. That is not possible, ya'll." Ibeam stops and stands beside his master, looking at the two medical students with confusion.

Fancy races ahead with worry, stops, and stands beside her mistress with worry, viewing the two medical students with concern also.

Freckles slowly stands upright from the floor and stares at each screen watching the two separate blinking dots on each human format and then the canine format, whispering for her eardrums only. "DNA must replicate itself. DNA is modified, not destroyed, creating a mutant human or dog. So, during the cell division, both of the daughter cells receive the same genetic information. The prefrontal cortex develops last inside the fetus on a human baby and a baby puppy. The prefrontal cortex runs the taste buds, decisions, attention, emotions, short-term memory, working memory, speech, logical reasoning, eyeball perceptions, taste, motor skills, and orientation for action. Action! Action! Action! The prefrontal cortex suppresses the urge to attack your enemy. Kill your enemy! Kill your enemy! Kill your enemy! No! No! No! This is not possible. This is not possible to program a dog to kill on demand."

Slime turns and points at each screen, nodding with a stern face. "Before, we were labeled a MUTT human with a mutt dog, and then, we had to run with our life force from the city of Authority, we both were studying all types of ancient medical and clinical and biological and chemical documentation. I actually recall another similar experiment that magical connected an electronic impulse with a human and a canine. I don't remember the scientist's name. Do you remember, Slick?"

Slick turns with a stern face and frowns at each screen. "Hmm! I am trying to remember. I recall briefly reading about that old scientist, but the name escapes me. Anyway, I though the concept was magical and mystical and a miracle coming from the Source, not a valid or accurate scientific concept."

Freckles still whispers for her eardrums only and stares at each reader, studying each blinking red tinted dot. "All of the electronic impulse are located in the brain matter. The brain matter is comprised of thousands of neurotransmitters. If a neurotransmitter is damaged at the cellular, molecular, electronic, or physical level on the prefrontal lobe, then physical or mental or chemical results produce a set of terrible emotional behaviors and social interactions, such like, killing your cheating wife, yelling at your kids, performing a set of wild, aggressive murderous acts. Glutamate, it is one of the thousands of brain neurotransmitters that affects the brain matter on a normal human or a normal dog. Gladino, she is the leader of the nasty Auto-crap warrior army that comprises both abnormal humans and dogs. Glutamate, it is most abundant neuron within the active brain on a human and a dog. Gladino, she has modified the brain matter on her Auto-crap army of humans and dogs. That is the only logical and magical and mystical explanation that has created the MUTT War. I am not an Autocrat. I am a person, who's mind has not be altered, thus I am a MUTT human. Yes, I understand. Yes, now, I must go and find Gladino and force the truth from her pink-painted lips."

Slick frowns at the screen and calls out loud. "Key. Cee. Cat. Kit. Kam. Kim...."

"Kee Kamkat! Kee Kamkat! Kee Kamkat!" Freckles shouts out loud and tosses both of her arms in the air, spinning around, dropping both of her arms, and slaps each leg. She dashes ahead and shouts out loud. "Follow me, Icky, now!" She and Fancy swiftly race ahead towards the open archway. Icky spins around with confusion and sees the back spine on Freckles, tossing both of his arms in the air and then drops both of his hands down, slapping his legs and then races after his girl. Ibeam rushes ahead with excitement, exiting through the doorway, chasing after Fancy with the fun, new human game.

On the rear hallway wall, Slime spins around from the two MRI screens and views the back spine on Icky and then Freckles. "What did we do?"

Her twin sister Slick swirls around and frowns at the two people. "I don't know!"

"What should we do now?"

Slick smiles. "We should find a new test subject group of humans and dogs and see if our results are valid."

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Slime races ahead with her companion dog Mabel towards the open archway with her twin sister and companion dog Sable on their tail.

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At the open archway, on the seventh floor medical hallway, MUTT human and medical physician Freckles races ahead and turns, running up the rock-covered staircase. Icky follows behind his girl with heavy breathes without asking her any questions. The two companion dogs love the running action and pass both of the slow-moving humans, racing each other, exiting on top of the mountain peak and then gallops over the smooth rock surface for some doggie fun.

Freckles exits off the last step and dashes ahead to the last row towards the last wing-ship, without stopping, slamming into the glass bubble and activates the mechanics on the stationary aircraft. The bubble wind shield slowly raises in the air. She slides vertically down over the bench seat and yells out loud. "Fancy and Ibeam, get on your doggie seat, right now!" The two dogs hear her command and then stop dog playing, spinning around, racing ahead with more doggie fun and then leap p from the rock, flying through the air and land on top each dog seat. Each canine lies down for the new upcoming wing-ship air trip to a new destination.

Icky races ahead, then stops, crawling on the back spine of Freckles, without asking questions. Freckles has found a clue that might end the MUTT War and he allows her to lead the secret mission as she is a very good leader and a very good girlfriend. He wiggles over her body with a set of soft chuckles.

Freckles screams in panic and holds onto the pilot controls. "Hang on to your fingernails and your toenails! I'm flying the wing-ship at its maximum speed output right back to the city of Authority." He gasps in shock. She laughs. "Our flight time will be fifteen minutes or less." Freckles reaches out and presses the button. The bubble wind shield slowly drops down over the four life forms. She ignites the thrusters without warming the engine, roughly lifting off the rock summit surface, flying through the calm air waves and pale blue skyline at maximum speed on the wing-ship. The set of gravity forces do not allow for soft or loud human conversations, only minor grunts from the parted lips on each life form and a few achy joints from the forced air pressure.

Freckles quickly flies back to the city of Authority. The name of the mysterious Kee Kimkat, medical physician, will be found in the ancient recordings at the Science Building, which might end the MUTT War.
CHAPTER NINETEEN

Third Family

Burnt and deceased Third Daughter Wana

and her dead Bichon Frise breed dog Precious

Third Son Vollen and his Pomerania breed dog Biscuit

and his wedded male mate Urib and his Shih Tuz breed dog Dummie

Third Sister Prig and her Chihuahua breed dog Tater

and her wedded female mate Jeemar and her Lhasa Apso breed dog Aurora

Third Building location, the Science Center

Holographic Workroom setting

Dull sunlight and cool temperatures

12:12:12 hours/minutes/seconds (lunch)

Science workers:

Scientist Crear and his Border Collie breed dog Cutie

Scientist Rend and her Bulldog breed dog Junket

Scientist Imbro and her Mexican Hairless breed dog Gushy

Scientist Quaff and her Basset Hound breed dog Funk

Scientist Olag and his Puli breed dog Putter

The Third Building is designed with a rotunda architecture, which provides a circular ground plan on the exterior facade with continuous smooth stone-coated walls and then an interior metal-coated wall layout. The building is covered with a red-tinted metal dome rooftop with an array of short and tall metal antennas that gather digital information from the numerous orbiting outer space satellites.

The entrance door is a matching tan-colored, metal, semi-curved sliding door. Any person can enter into the Third Building, throughout the day or the night, which is nicknamed the Science Building, where a citizen and their companion dog can view any type of past and present recording belonging to the family unit. The building material is made of pink colored stone looking brightly colored enough within the dull sunshine and slightly lighted within a group of gray clouds of storms, without a single glass window for decoration or disaster.

Second born sibling and Third brother Vollen has taken over the lead role for his older and dead sister Wana as the head of the Third Family, renaming his person as the Third Son, assuming all the scientific responsibilities, and finally assessing the next step in winning the MUTT War against a gang of lucky, unknown, and filthy MUTTs and their mutt companion dogs.

Each internal hallway is made of solid metal wall that glows in shiny red hue throughout the Third Building, where each scientist works and learns to create a new scientific idea. No one is running down the hallway for a conference room to meet or towards the lavatory to pee. Each scientist is tucked inside an individual cubby hole, working on the new problem.

Inside the Holographic Workroom, Third Son Vollen has called an impromptu conference meeting with the most brilliant minds among all the scientists at the Third Building, gathering all the scientists inside the room to discuss a series of new issues.

The Holographic Workroom is extremely large in the shape of a perfect square. Each square-shaped wall is indented with a row of three individual open spaces, which is called a box. Each individual box contains three bare naked walls in silver hue and a matching solid metal plate on the bottom within the open-ended square, where a single holographic picture can hold one-at-a time, such like, an electronic colorful image or a set of electronic data or an entertainment program that produces a musical song and volumes of vocal sounds.

In the center of the Holographic Workroom, there is a slightly elevated round-shaped platform which contains a round-shaped table of naked metal in neon blue hue. Around the edge of the metal table, there is a pod which contains one human chair, that is nicely padded in the hue of lavender, and a smaller seat for the dog in the hue of orange.

A total of twenty twin-pods have been built around the outside edge on conference neon blue tinted metal table that faces one of the square-shaped walls, where a scientific meeting can be held while viewing information on one or all of the holographic boxes with an image that creates a beautiful colorful screen of pictures or numerous columns or rows of information.

Usually, the holographic plate holds a colored image or pieces of information, where a table of scientists discusses out loud each new topic, without looking at each other's face.

Crear halted with a sour frown in silence.

Each hollowed out indentation contained an active and colorful different hologram showing each one of the last twelve battle campaigns of the Autocrats against the MUTT.

Each hologram displayed a line of wooden yachts and a line of advancing MUTTs with their mutt dog moving into each yacht.

Crear had seen all twelve battle campaigns this afternoon, this morning, yesterday, the day before yesterday going backwards to eh first Autocrat battle campaign, where the Autocrat fighters lost and then died in plumes of colorful fires. His job is to search for a solution which would end the MUTT war, where he had been unsuccessful today. However, he is back at work for some reason.

He exhales with a huff of frustration and slowly strolled inside the room without giving a head nod of acknowledgement to each worker as the sour face of each worker faced one of the wall sections, not the open archway.

The conference table is a round-shaped object, where each worker is equal with both thoughts and opinions for solving a minor or a major problem.

Currently, the major problem is still trying to win the long and continuous MUTT War and killing off a mysterious pack of MUTTS, where no other Autocrat had anticipated the creation of the new breed of humans for some reason.

Inside her own twin pod on the other side of her older sister Wana, Third Sister Prig wears a body tone of black tinted skin, a pair of black tinted eyeballs, and a face of pale white. Her pair of eye sockets is surrounded with a black mask which matched her tiny Chihuahua dog's tiny face. She is dresses in a one-piece solid pink jumpsuit with a pair of black tinted long fingernails and a pair of red tinted lips.

Her Chihuahua breed dog displays a solid black coat with a black tinted mask around the two eyeballs with a white tinted mouth and lips. His name is Tater and measures in height at six inches and weighs four pounds. A Chihuahua breed dog possesses a devoted, lively, courageous, alert, and quick doggie personality.

Tater wears a pink tinted sweater over its naked body and ran around the hard surface with the other dogs having some fun while her mistress worried about work and the War.

In his own twin pod with an empty side chair, Third Brother Vollen wears a long gown of black and orange tinted fabric patches that matched his head of long hair down which is parted down the middle and then extended down onto the collar bone that is tinted in orange and black patches also, a tone of black skin, and a pair of brown eyes. His hair strands matched his black and orange colored Pomeranian breed dog.

The dog's name is Biscuit. Biscuit is a small bred dog that is eight inches in height and weights five pounds. A Pomeranian breed dog displays a playful, intelligent, friendly, sociable, active, and extroverted doggie personality.

Biscuit races around the hard surface playfully chasing after the other small breed dogs expressing pleasure with a set of tiny yelps of fun.

Beside the twin pod of Prig, her wedded mate is named Jeemar, without a title, but an elite, not a worker within the Authority community.

Jeemar sits inside an empty twin pod while her dog chased around the other canines. She owns a Lhasa Apso breed dog, with the name Aurora.

Aurora measures ten inches in height and weights twelve pounds mostly of long silky hair of red tint with a face of white markings. The hair roots were split down the middle showing the long lengths of red tinted hair around the white furry face. A Lhasa Apso breed dog possesses a playful, devoted, obedient, lively, fearless, intelligent, assertive doggie personality.

Jeemar watched the interactive hologram wearing a short red tinted dress with a pair of red heeled sandals, a head of red tinted hair that split down the middle which matched Aurora, a face of white skin tone with a pair of dark eyeballs. She doesn't have anything to contribute to the conservation as she is only an invited guest and usually followed her wedded mate Prig around the office, the house, and the bedroom with silence pleasure.

A few twin pods down below Urib, one of the scientists, who is named Rend, looked down with a stern face and fiddled with the console board that is built into the tray of her twin pod. The smaller seat is empty also.

Her dog is named Junket. Junket is a bulldog breed dog with a solid coat of chocolate brown over the entire body but the four paws of white tint with a bobbed tail and a pair of black tinted eyeballs. A bulldog measures 15 inches in height and weighs 45 pounds of breed with a pair of strong drooling jaws, a set of sharp pointy teeth, and an ugly face that only his owner can love. The bulldog has a docile, willful, friendly, and gregarious doggie personality.

Rend is a short and squat mature adult with a square face of brown tinted skin, a cropped head of brown hair, and a pair of brown eyeballs that matches her companion dog. She wears a brown tinted pant suit with a pair of white shoes. Junket enjoys chasing after each one of the tiny toy dogs sniffing a perfumed butthole with delight as his mistress works on the human problem with the MUTT War.

A few twin pods below Rend, another scientist named Quaff sits beside an empty seat, where her dog plays with the rest of the friendly canines on the hard surface of the conference room.

Quaff is an elderly obese female with a head of long brown hair, a pair of brown eyes, wearing a business suit of solid black with a white blouse which is similar to her dog, who is named Funk.

Funk is a Basset Hound with a set of short legs, a pair of floppy brown tinted ears, a set of dopey eyeballs, and a coat of split half black on top and half white on bottom. He is overweight like his mistress at 70 pounds and measures 14 inches in height. A Basset Hound breed dog possesses a playful, ongoing, tolerant, friendly doggie personality.

Quaff also looks down with a stern face and fiddles with the console board on top of her pod tray for the new evening business meeting, which is trying to end the MUTT War with the MUTT pack. Funk moves a few inches ahead of her mistress and then plops down on top of a flexible dog house, which is located at the feet of each owner.

In front of the twin pod, there is an individual dog house that would collapse down when the dog wanted out of the shelter or it would lift upright to cover the dog that would sleep or watch the interaction play or fight on top of the hard surface with the other active dogs. Each dog played together until one of the feisty and exhaustive canines became too hungry or too tired. Then the owner had to leave the business meeting and attend to the issue with their dog.

On the other side of Jeemar, the third scientist is named Imbro sitting inside a twin pod with a toy dog inside the side chair. Imbro is a petite female with a tiny body frame and a bald head without a strand of individual hair. Her entire body is genetically altered and then displayed in the color hue of dark gray like her dog.

Her dog is named Gushy. Gushy is a Xoloitzcuintlit or Mexican Hairless canine breed which possesses an intelligent, protective, cheerful, alert, calm, and companionable doggie personality. Her Xolo canine displays a dark gray coat of hairless skin and measures ten inches in height and weights five pounds.

Gushy continues to sit on top of the padded seat and watches the other dogs that play around the hard surface. Her mistress fiddles with the console board on the tray in silence with a stern face.

Crear moves ahead with his coworker and then stops, sliding down into an empty twin pod at the opposite end of the table and away from Wana and her relatives, gently slapping both hands onto the empty tray. Each tray is activated by touching on a side panel of colored buttons. Then a hologram keyboard appears on top of the empty tray which allows a worker to type information onto the hologram pad. He stares at the second Autocrat campaign while watching the pack of MUTTs continues to beat and then defeat all the Autocrat fighters into death, again, for some reason. He reaches over and grabs, lifting a pair of ear bugs into each eardrum, where the tiny round shaped devise allows vocal communication between the set of humans as the huddle of dogs continues to play fight and loudly yelp and then nip at each other's doggie body parts.

Olag slides down into the twin pod next to Crear and stares with a smile through the light gray dreadlocks at the three interactive holograms on each screen in silence. He slips on a pair of ear bugs for the new business meeting also into each eardrum. His dog Putter joins the rest of the dogs on the hard surface running around with fun while his master works his paid job.

On the opposite end of the conference table, Vollen stares with a stern face at the active eighth campaign on the forward screen in front of his twin pod and reaches down pressing a new button.

The elevated platform that holds the conference room slowly ascends a few inches into the air from the foundation. Then the elevated platform very slowly rotates in a clockwise position moving around the room while a pair of eyeballs viewed one of the hologram pods.

This method allows each scientist to view each hologram pods, in case, a different hologram image is needed during the business meeting.

The twin pod with Vollen slowly shifts around the room to the next hologram pad and as her eyeballs views the Autocrat campaign on the next hologram pad. He says into the ear bug with a stern face. "Thank you for coming back to the work place. I really appreciate your devoted and dedicated time. Without further delay, I will get to my point. My point, we must end the MUTT War. Someone, go ahead and tell me how to do that!"

The twin pod with Quaff slowly shuffles around the room to the next hologram pad and as she reaches down and taps on the console board. The twelve different holograms stopped working and then displayed one single stationary hologram. The hologram showed a female standing in the bright sunlight wearing a mint green photon suit over her body staring into the war. "I am going to focus my attention on this female inside the hologram."

Scientist Olag wears a checkered white and green patterned business suit with a jacket and a pair of trousers, displaying a mop of light gray dreadlocks that covered both of his eyebrows, eyeballs, nose holes, and his smile, which is similar to his companion dog. He also possesses a tone of light gray skin and a pair of dark eyeballs. His companion breed dog is Puli, who is named Putter.

Putter is a medium-sized Puli canine with a long and corded coat. The tight curls of the coat appear similar to a set of dreadlocks on the canine in the color of light gray hue. A Puli dog breed possesses an obedient, loyal, intelligent, agile, faithful, and energetic doggie personality.

Today, Putter is lying on top of a soft cushion of green hue next to the ankles on his master Olag inside the Holographic Workroom.

Olag sits inside the shared twin pod with co-worker and friend Crear for the impromptu meeting, leaning over with a whisper into the smooth cheekbone of Crear. "What are we meeting about?"

Crear is an average height and weight male, possessing a head of dark red hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of pink tinted skin tone, which is sorta similar to his companion dog.

His companion dog is a female Collie breed dog that measures nineteen inches in height and weighs thirty pounds with a light body frame and a pointed snout. The Collie canine possesses an intelligence, responsive, keen, energetic, tenacious, and alert doggie personality.

His dog is named Cupcake. Cupcake has a dark red coat of hair with a matching skull of red tint with a pair of blue eyes. And she rests on top of a soft cushion in pink hue next to the ankle bones on her master, during the work meeting. Unusually, she can leap and jump around the workroom, but not today.

Crear whispers back to his work mate Olag, saying with a worried brow, "The terrible disaster of last night! Didn't you see the film on the defeat of the Autocrats, again?"

Olag exhales. "I heard about it. That's the same thing and same feelings. I become depressed while watching the actually vicious death recording."

Vollen sits inside a twin pod without his married mate Urib and reaches down, pressing a green colored button. The conference table slowly rotates around the room, showing each box that contains the same colorful hologram. He whispers through the ear bug into the eardrum of each scientist for the late morning impromptu meeting. "My sister Wana made an executive decision based on scientific evidence, last night," he clears a dry throat with a smile of happiness as he is the new head of the Third Family now. "My sister Wana theorized that the hot air temperature plus the heated bright sunlight enhanced the mechanics of the limited two-receptor cones inside each mutt dog there on top of the unusual piece of land within the continent of Authority. No Autocrat human with their companion dog had ever visited and then lounged down there at the warm waters on the ocean due to the high humid moist climate, the extremely heated air, and the bright and hot sunshine for any foolish reason. She theorized that all the earth elements of heat, sunlight, and temperature had somehow and someway altered each mutt dog based on each successful battle fights, where we lose and they win.

"Her solution was simple to win the MUTT War. Each Autocrat fighter would adjust the electromagnetic setting dial on his or her individual canine earring, which was worn on the dog's ear tip, where the photon suit became colored in red or green.

"Each Autocrat fighter will stay on top of the heated surface of the yacht and inside the hot air waves at the White Sands location, where their individual photon suit will remain the origin hue of maximum protection for fighting against each MUTT warrior.

"The point was to kill each MUTT warrior on the ground with a flying photon discharge coming from the boat deck surface while saving the precious life of the Autocrat, where the Autocrat morality rate had been documented at hundred percent, so far, including last night near the hour of midnight," he laughs out loud with an evil grin.

At the battle fight, through the white tinted rays of bright moonlight, a line of dark colored water yachts bobbed side to side over the dark waters. And a field of numerous short rows on top of each yacht contained an upright colorful photon suit that represented an individual Autocrat.

On the opposite side, numerous rows stood in place that contains an individual MUTT warrior which glowed in a colorful photon suit underneath the glowing rays of moonlight beside their red-tinted photon-suited mutt dog. Then, the rows of mutt dogs raced ahead first as some of the MUTT warriors stand stationary and then fired off an individual photon ion over the bone skull on each mutt dog which damaged the nicely manicured grass but not one of the Autocrats.

Each Autocrat dog and its owner continued to stand on top of the wooden yacht in a colorful photon suit, without jumping down into the salty water.

The next row of MUTT warriors rushed ahead behind the numerous rows of running mutt dogs.

In the dark waves of ocean water, on top of each bobbing yacht, each Autocrat owner knelt down on top of the surface and then watched for the semi-crooked lines of glowing MUTTs advancing closer toward the ocean shoreline. Then, each red tinted Autocrat dog stood besides its owner and then leaped off the deck of the boat, flying through the air, and then landed on top of the soft grass in the darkness of the night, racing ahead toward the lines of glowing photon suit of each MUTT.

The numerous advancing semi-straight lines, of the Autocrat dogs, continued to race ahead, without disruption or distraction, and then rapidly flew through an empty air space in-between each running mutt dog, without stopping to fight, smell, or pee at one of the mutt dogs.

On top of the grass, rows and rows of running Autocrat dogs continued to run and then leaped over a pile of red or green colored MUTTs and then dashed ahead towards the petrified forest of solid rock.

Each mutt dog spun around and then chased after the wiggling red tinted tails that represented an Autocrat dog inside its red tinted doggie photon suit, attacking and then killing each Autocrat dog into a yelping death.

The hologram recording starts to repeat the same colorful night sequence from the beginning of the battle fight inside all twelve holographic boxes.

Inside the Holographic Workroom, Third Son Vollen continues to rotate around the room space moving toward the next holographic box, exhaling with annoyance at the terrible lost battle fight on the hologram image. "What do you see on the same holographic image, scientist Crear?"

Crear continues to sit and rotate around the workroom, frowning at next holographic box in front of his twin pod that shows the sad ending of same single hologram, saying through the ear bug to the other scientists. "Uh! There is a line of vicious mutt dogs chasing each tail of an Autocrat dog. Then the advancing line, of vile mutt dogs, attacks and then completely slaughters each Autocrat dog."

Vollen nods. "Yes, you are very good, scientist Crear. That is the issue here. That is the problem there. That was the very wrong solution that my sister Wana had supplied which didn't win the battle fight with the MUTTs and definitely didn't wrap up the MUTT War into termination. Thus, we have learned a hard scientific lesson last night. A canine dog has always and will always be colorblind within their pair of doggie eyeballs to the hue tone of reds and greens, because of their limited two receptor cones, unlike a human or even a butterfly. Our scientific knowledge has not expanded the two-receptor cones into more receptor cones for any dog. Any novice scientist knows that. Now, what is the new solution to the old problem of winning the MUTT War? Scientist Rend, do you wanna take a crack at the unbroken egg as my parents used to say for their wicked fun to me?"

Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and looked down with a smile at the console board on her tray and then up to see the hologram image. "Do not be stupid! I cannot answer that question. I do not know. No one knows that answer."

Vollen frowns. "Wrong, again!"

Short and squat female Rend with a square face of brown tinted skin, a cropped head of brown hair continues to rotate around the room and sits beside her Bulldog smiling at the next holographic box with the repeating hologram. "The color chart for a dog ranges in hue tones from dark brown to dull brown to dull yellow to gray to pale blue to sky blue and finally into dark blue. A human's eyesight ranges from red to orange to yellow to light green to aqua blue to light blue towards dark blue and finally into purple, like the rainbow and more. So, a dog can see two rays of color range from blue towards yellow. So, we give each Autocrat doggie a pair of rose-tinted canine glasses to see through the red tinted photon suit of each mutt dog. Then the Autocrat dog can win the day. There! I've solved our problem and finally won the MUTT war," laughing.

Imbro frowns down at the pod computer, "Will that really work, Rend?"

Vollen slowly stands upright from the twin pod and exhales with disappointment, stepping off the rotating table, moving ahead and stands in front of the eighth holographic box. "That is a wrong and non-amusing answer, scientist Rend. Thus, I am not impressed," he spins around with a sour frown to see each familiar face on the rotating table. "I would like to announce that my older sister Third Daughter Wana had been killed this morning along with her companion dog, who was named Precious."

Each face gasps in shock and as each body continues to rotate on top of the conference table like a cooking piece of raw meat underneath the fire.

He exhales. "My sister Wana had proposed the wrong scientific solution that murdered the last and latest army of Autocrats and their individual companion dog. Thus, she was killed by one of the Autocrats during the morning meeting. Now, I am charged with her leadership role and I too face with the same outcome, if I do not come up with a proper solution. "

His sister Prig frowns at the next box with the repeating hologram. "No, you are not. Why are behaving with such childishly melodrama, Vollen? Where is my mate at? I asked Jeemar to come down here and listen to the discussion."

He reaches over and presses the button on the metal wall. The rolling holographic recording of the terrible battle defeat inside the box disappears and then reveals a group of individuals.

Each individual kneels on top of the flat metal floor with a pair of tied wrist bones behind a back spine. The mouth is gagged with a piece of red colored cloth. The pair of eyeballs are blindfolded with a cloth of green hue. Their feet are bare naked, and each pair of ankle bones is tied with a cloth in the color of pale green.

One individual is a squat and plump female with a head of gray hair, wearing an orange sundress. Her companion dog is tied by the front and hind legs, leaning on top of her naked feet.

The other individual is a squat and plump male with a head of cropped grayish-red tinted hair, wearing a pair of gray trousers, a white tinted short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of naked feet.

The two individuals represent the elderly parents of scientist Rend.

The scientists gasp in alarm at the horrible presentation of two alive and healthy humans inside an empty holographic box while the conference table slowly circles the floor.

Then, the conference table rotates around the room and as the eyeball of Rend catches a glance of the individuals inside the box. She quickly stands upright from the one of the twin chairs with a sneer and points inside the box with a gasp of worry. "These...these are my parents. That's my mom and my dad. Mom? Dad? Can you hear me, Mom and Dad? Mom, Dad, don't worry! I...I'm coming to your rescue."

His sister Prig gasps at the group of individuals, who are trapped inside the holographic box. "What are you doing, Vollen?"

Vollen sneers at each face on the rotating table. "I am imprinting a mental nail down into the hard skull of each scientist, that this is not an electronic fun game. This is real life. Our lives are being sucked down into the shitty toilet water from each nest of nasty MUTTS. I want serious answers, not silly jokes," he leans over and then presses the purple tinted button.

The internal of the holographic box erupts into flames of gold, red, green, yellow, and blue and then quickly consumes the pair of kneeling, blinded, helpless and innocent parents, who belong to Rend. The other scientists gasp in horror at the killing of an innocent set of humans by vicious Vollen.

On top of the rotating table inside the twin pod, scientist Rend struggles to free her body from the tight seat. Vollen lifts up his personal photon weapon, aims, and then fires at the back spine of Rend and then discharges a second ion at her companion dog.

Rend falls forward over her pod console with screams of pain and then silences as her body quickly burns into a semi-lump of flesh and bones in the colors of pink, lavender, red, orange, and brown.

The dog jumps down from the cushion pod and dashes ahead, feeding more oxygen molecules into the sizzling flames, creating a fireball of prettily green, blue, yellow, and gray, and then halts. The dog explodes into numerous fragments of bone, tissues, and skin all over the clean floor. The pod console swiftly melts down into the colors of dark purple over the blue floor on the table.

Prig jabs a finger at the fire inside the holographic box and then her stern face at Vollen, saying with a puzzled brow of horror presentation. "What are thinking in here, Vollen? You're acting plain crazy. I...I'm going to leave and tell our parents. Then, you will never be the head of the Third Family anymore. And I'm going tattle to Gladino and all the other Autocrats. You will never, ever serve as an elected official ever, again," she struggles from the twin pod.

Vollen swiftly shifts over the smooth floor with an evil smile and then stops, standing beside a new holographic box that show the repeating hologram of defeat for the Autocrats. He stares at her difficult inside the twin pod chairs. "Sister dear, can you answer this scientific question? Why are the Autocrat dogs dying on the battle field?"

She twists side to side without moving from the tight formation between the twin chairs, saying with a sneer at her brother. "No! I don't know why. And you're asking more silly questions. We need to figure out what a MUTT is composed of. That's the true question here. We need to capture one of the MUTTs and cut off its arms and legs and then look inside the human monster. There is some type of biological differences between an Autocrat and a MUTT. That's the real goal here."

"That's the wrong answer, sister dearest." He frowns.

Scientist Imbro continues to rotate around the room to the next hologram pad and looked down with a smile at the console board on her tray and then up to see the hologram image. "Do not be stupid! I cannot answer that question. I do not know. No one knows that answer."

"Wrong, again!" Vollen exhales with annoyance. "Why is the mutt dog seeing through the red tinted photon suit?"

Imbro frowns at the next hologram screen. "I cannot answer that."

Each hologram image disappears and then reveals an individual family on top of the smooth base. Then each scientist gasps in alarm as the rotating disc continues around the room.

Vollen leans down and then burns each family unit with his personal photon weapon as each tied and gagged trapped family unit quickly blasts into big flames of hot colorful fire. He swings around and then shoots Scientist Rend and her Bulldog breed dog Junket, then Scientist Imbro and her Mexican Hairless breed dog Gushy, Scientist Olag and his Puli breed dog Putter, and finally Scientist Quaff and her Basset Hound breed dog Funk, without mercy. He exhales with annoyance. He shuffles ahead to the next holographic box with the repeating hologram and then stops, standing with an evil smile. "Well, there is only one scientist left to address the problem. Scientist Crear, I would like for you to meet your family," he reaches over with a soft chuckle and presses the purple button on the metal wall, wearing an evil grin.

The repeating hologram disappears. The box reveals his family members, who are kneeling on top of the flat metal floor in a row. His wife Lono is the mother of his children Broozh and Melabar. She possesses a tone of white tinted skin, a pair of blue eyes, and a mop of hair strands in the twisted colors of blue and white wearing a long gown of white and blue.

Her dog is named Muffin, which is a Shetland Sheepdog breed dog. The dog possesses a white chest with a blue merle on the bridle, back spine, and rear legs with a partial face color of blue and white hairs with a pair of ice blue eye and a black tinted nose. The dog measures sixteen inches in height and twenty-seven pounds in weight. The Shetland Sheepdog canine possesses a playful, affectionate, lively, loyal, intelligent, reserved, gentle, alert, active, strong doggie personality.

Lono and his children are presented like the other dead family members inside the empty holographic box. Each one is blindfolded with colored cloth around the eyeballs. And each one wears a set of colorful ropes around each wrist bone and ankle bones.

His ten-year-old son is named Melabar and kneels next to his mother. His companion dog is Jack Russell Terrier breed dog with a solid coat of white and a brown tinted face mask of tan hue and a pair of dark eyes and nose. The Jack Russell Terrier canine possesses a fearless, stubborn, intelligent, energetic, athletic, vocal doggie personality. The dog is named Jack and measures fifteen inches in height and weighs eighteen pounds.

Melabar possesses a tone of glowing skin with a cropped head of brown hair that is parted down with the middle with a set of dark tinted eyeballs, wearing a jumpsuit of solid white that matches the white coat of Jack.

His six-year-old daughter Broozh possesses a head of golden blonde colored hair, a matching skin tone, and a pair of dark eyeballs, wearing a golden colored jumpsuit, a pair of naked feet.

Her dog is a Havanese breed dog. A Havanese canine possesses a playful, affectionate, companionable, intelligent, gentle doggie personality. Her dog is named Gracie.

Gracie measures ten inches in height and eight pounds in weight. The dog's coat is a long, silky honey tone gold and as her doggie face features a pair of dark eyes, a black tinted nose, and a pink tongue.

Inside the rotating conference table, Crear continues to sit alone, feeling fear and worry and stares at his family that kneels inside one of the exposed holographic boxes. He exhales with terror and a cracked voice of horror. "What is wrong with the situation? That's the real question here. Not what is the solution? A...a dog will see the colors of red or green at a much closer range, unlike a human. It is not the color, that's the problem here. It is the complex combination of the arc of the color, the sharpness of the color, and the plane movement on the colored object, for the canine. A human has the advantage over a range of colors."

Vollen sneers at Crear. "You are repeating a set of known facts."

He exhales with more fear while thinking of a brilliant solution. "And I will repeat this known fact too. A dog possesses more rod photoreceptors for dim light viewing which is located in the middle of their two retains and have tapetum lucidum that reflects light through each retina twice as each doggie eyeball shines in the darkness. A rod is better at picking up movement than a human cone. A dog can track something in the distance in dim light than a human. Yeah! Yeah! So, so...we...you...I place a small brightly lit blue tint color within a flashlight cube on the collar of each Autocrat dog. Then, the dog will see the bright blue hue plus the glowing red tinted photon suit on each mutt dog. Every scientist knows that a blue lighted color is mixed with a red lighted color producing a bright purple hue of light. So, the color of the green grass will not interfere with the blinded eyesight of the dog. The dog will see the can see a bright purple motion in far distance of...of each mutt dog and then kill it dead. Then we...we win the MUTT War finally," he exhales with panic and stares with a worried brow at his loving family members, who are still blindfolded and gagged inside the empty holographic box.

On top of the smooth floor, beside the box, Vollen removes a hand from the metal wall with the purple button that controls the fireball. The fireball actually is used to clean out the empty metal box when dust and dirt has coated the side walls and the bottom of the metal. He nods with a smile to Crear. "I am very impressed, scientist Crear. You are truly a smart scientist. You selected the correct career. That's an excellent solution to the colorblind problem with each Autocrat dog. How long will it take to develop a collar with a blue light chip?"

Crear struggles to move off the rotating disc with a sneer at Vollen. "What about my family?"

He smiles. "How long will it take to develop a dog collar with a blue light chip?"

Crear sneers with fury, "One hour or less!"

Vollen claps with a grin. "Excellent answer also! I will enjoy informing First Daughter Gladino that there will be a new battle fight, this afternoon, that will end all the battle fights. Now, you run along and visit with the engineers, explaining the new assignment. Your family is free to live for another day. I will do the honors of unbinding the cloths, sending them back home. Now, get out!"

Crear exhales with fury and balls both of his hands with his fighting angry, sliding down from the rotating disc with his female companion Collie breed dog who is named Cupcake. Cupcake softly yelps at her family members with confusion and stares at the cuddy with puzzlement along with her master Crear. His family members are doomed to death and views them, in silence, for the last time. Vollen will not release the captured family members, because they are eyewitnesses to evil and will tattle to Enforcer leader Taxe, who will come and arrest Vollen for treason and kidnapping of innocent citizens.

Crear spins around with a pair of moist eyeballs and a heavy heart, facing the open archway and then dashes ahead with fury with his companion dog, exiting the Holographic Workroom, getting away from the evil leader, Third Son Vollen for the last time. He races down an empty hallway, completing his final task as a Authority scientist and then escaping from the land of Authority, finding one of the MUTT leaders. He has secret information to share that will end the MUTT War but murder his loving family members.

§

In the Enforce Building, in the Dark Room, on the second floor, First Daughter Gladino had left the chair and stood on the side wall and watches the next ancient recording that did not reveal the scientific information about Dr. Kee Kimkat or her medical work.

She frowns with annoyance at the active hologram and shakes her curls, whispering out loud for her eardrums only. "No! No! No! The answer is not here. The answer is located in the Science Building. I must go and find Vollen. No! He likes the war and killing off our citizens. His sister Prig is dead from her stupid executive decision that got all of the Autocrats and their dogs killed. At least, I don't have to deal with her incompetence. I must find another scientist. Yes. Yes. Yes. All of the working scientists are much smarter and much wiser than Vollen. One of them would know the name of fellow scientist Kee Kimkat and can locate all of her scientific work. I need to study her scientific work in private and in secret. I am the leader of the free world. Yes. Yes. Yes. I must study all of her work. Yes. Yes. Yes. I must hurry." She scoots from the chair and rushes ahead, slamming into the closed door of the Dark Room. The door slides open. She dashes ahead through the archway and races down the hallway, shouting out loud to her companion dog. "Buddy, we are leaving! Follow me now!"

Inside the fun doggie playroom, Buddy drops the wet stuffed wolf animal from his mouth and see the back spine on his mistress, rushing out the room rushes out the room, following his mistress down the staircase.

Gladino reaches the end of the staircase and then halts with a worried heart and an emotional panic, slowly moving over the smooth floor, exiting the building with Buddy. She races ahead passing her personal airship carriage and views the Science Building in the far distance, gasping in alarm and then halts over the heated brick. She spins around and views Buddy, who does not dare step onto the brick with one of his sensitive four paws.

Gladino softly curses at her lazy companion dog and then returns back to see the Science Building, her new destination. She can run the distance in a short time, but she is the leader of Authority. The leader does not march across the heated pavement but rides inside an air-conditioned carriage. She sneers. "I am ditching that order, after the MUTT War has ended. Every Authority leader is walking to work, starting tomorrow morning," she spins around with sneers of annoyance and quickly dashes back to her transport, calling Buddy, entering the round-shaped transport that displays a single bench seat for one human and their companion dog. She belts into the seat and starts the engine. The transport softly purrs into life.

Buddy yelps with annoyance that he has not settled down on top of his doggie seat, quickly tumbling down on the floor, then leaps up from the floor surface, landing back on the soft seat, sitting down and growls at his mistress with his doggie annoyance.

She jerks the gears into motion and rolls the personal carriage at 15 miles-per-hour, the maximum speed for a glass carriage for safety purposes. Gladino leans back into the thick cushion and loudly curses with annoyance while faking a smile and waving to each walking or riding Autocrat.

The Science Building is straight ahead in plain eyeball sight at 5,280 feet, which is one mile, from the Enforce Building. At 15 miles-per-hour inside the carriage, which converts into 79,200 feet-per-hour or 1,320 feet-per-minute. So, Gladino travels at 1,320 feet-per-minute and will arrive at the front of the Science Building in four, long minutes while still smiling and waving to each walking Autocrat and their companion dog.

Then one of the personal carriages stops in front of Gladino, she screams in annoyance. "No! Get outta of my way! I must leave from here and get to Science Building, you stupid fools!" The woman inside the carriage opens the door and smiles, waving at Gladino for a short social call.
Fifteen minutes later....

A whistling sound echoes in the current air waves and as a glittering object flashes from the bright sunlight rays in the pale blue sky. then the glittering object quickly drops down and lands in the clearing which is several feet from the rear circular wall on the Science Building. Freckles kills the engine on the wing-ship and presses the button, opening the bubble wind shield, without words.

Each dog leaps off the doggie seat and then lands down on top of the moist red tinted dirt, standing upright, watching patiently for their owner, without a doggie sound. Icky slides off the back spine on Freckles in silence and then stands upright on the dirt, assisting her to sand, releasing her body.

Freckles spins around from the ship and dashes ahead through the familiar forest in silence. She had worked her adult life at the Science Building. As a new and young medical intern, she and some of the other brave and bold students would slip down through an empty hallway and find the forbidden secret passageway that led into the cool woodlands for some non-student fun. Once she had become more serious about her new working job, Freckles had abandoned the fun jaunt, but she had always remembered the entrance on the rear wall into the Science Building.

Freckles leads her party through the thick woodlands and then stops, squatting down behind a row of colorful nature flowers, scouting the rear wall, without seeing an Enforcer guard or a scientist body. She stands upright from the dirt and rushes ahead, slamming into the wall with a heavy grunt, squatting back down on top of the manicured grass blades. She reaches up and searches for the faint finger holes which are etched onto the ancient rock, finding the correct combination with her three pads, opening the passageway.

Icky stands behind Freckles and watches the woodlands and her body, feeling worry, without words. Fancy and Ibeam stand behind Icky and watches for the enemy that might want to harm their owners, like a good guard dog.

Freckles drops down on her two kneecaps and slowly crawls through a semi-dark circular tunnel with a set of cool air-conditioning winds and a floor of rough uneven stones, carefully heading into the bright hallway light. Fancy takes lead away from Freckles and races ahead, guarding her mistress, accepting any type of danger first. Then, the dog stops and stands on the edge of the tunnel, looking into the bright hallway light, observing the action, without moving ahead into the new dangerous environment.

Ibeam enters before Icky and protects his master, like a good guard dog, passing a slow-moving Freckles, stopping and stands beside Fancy, watching an empty hallway also.

Freckles reaches Fancy and climbs out from the tunnel, standing upright on top of the empty hallway without a single human or a companion dog in silence. The two dogs rush from the tunnel and stand guard around Freckles. Icky swiftly moves from the tunnel and stands behind Freckles. She knows the layout of the building.

Freckles continues to stand for a few seconds and catches her breath, viewing the hallway, turning to her right side and leads the spy team down an empty hallway towards one of the recorder centers, hopefully without trouble.

§

In front of the Science Building, the personal carriage with Gladino and Buddy finally arrives, stops, and then lowers the metal belly on the machine down on the hard surface. She presses the button and exits her carriage, without closing the door, entering the building and then halts with confusion. Gladino has never entered this building. Her personal home apartment in the Authority Headquarters building contains a small Dark Room, where she can see and conduct any Authority business or watch an entertainment program. So, she does not know which hallway. The building is designed as a circle but Gladino does not desire to encounter or engage with Vollen, the new leader of the scientists.

She continues to stand and exhales with frustration, whispering for her eardrums. "I do not wanna find Vollen. Where is he? Who cares? I know. Each one of the outer offices is a work room. So, a working scientist is there. I am looking for the recorder room. Yes. Yes. Yes. I am the ruler of Authority. I can demand to see anyone or anything or any dog, that I need. I need to see a recording and use the recorder room, here, inside the Science Building. This is my purpose here today," Gladino slowly turns to the right side and then halts, spinning around with a smile, slowly padding ahead on the left side and views each open archway for a working scientist.

From the curved wall, inside the Experimental room, Crear has delivered the new information, for Vollen, to the experimental team of scientists, and then exits the room and halts, sneering with fury and sorrow, leaving his doomed family members inside the Hologram Workroom.

Vollen had already pressed the button and burned up all of his family members alive with a horrible fireball, without hearing the terrible screams inside the enclosed metal cage.

Crear exhales with sobs and sorrow. He will leave the building and find a new transport and then locate the MUTT headquarters somewhere in the forestlands, sharing his new scientific canine information that will end the MUTT War. Then, he will find Gladino and have Vollen arrested for cold-blooded murder. He turns to the side and races down the hallway wearing a pair of blurry eyeballs and a heavy heart, softly sobbing for his dead family members, slamming into an upright object in the middle of the empty floor. He tumbles backwards with a gasp and lands on his fanny, sitting on the floor beside his companion dog Cupcake, wiping off each tears from his eyeballs, looking up with a gasp, and views Gladino.

Gladino stands in the middle of the floor and stares down with a smile at Crear. "I am so sorry, sir. I did not mean to collide with your person. I do believe that I am a little lost here inside the Science Building. I was looking for one of the recorder rooms. Could you be so bold to assist me here, sir?"

Crear gasps in shock and realizes that Gladino is part of the nasty dead kills on each innocent citizen, including his dead family members. He slowly stands upright from the floor and fakes a smile, nodding with a soft voice to the leader of the free world. "I can assist you here, First Daughter Gladino. Which recorder room do you want? I can escort you to that place?"

She gasps in shock. "I...I am looking for an ancient recording that had occurred fifty years ago. Where would that particular recording be located here inside the Science Building?"

He frowns. "Uh! An ancient recording from fifty years ago, that particular recording is located inside one of the older recorder centers, that is rarely used for any current scientific purposes. It is located on the other side of the building." He spins around with a sour frown, slowly moving ahead with his companion dog and in his annoyance at her demand. "I will lead and take you to that room, First Daughter Gladino."

She slowly follows the young scientists with a fake smile and a worried heart. "O thank you! Thank you so much! I really appreciate your help, young scientist." Gladino carefully watches each open archway while scanning for Vollen or his nasty little companion dog. Buddy marches beside Gladino and also watches out for the enemy in case of an attack.

He slowly walks ahead and turns the wall corner, leading down an empty hallway.

At the other wall corner, Freckles halts in silence and tilts her bone skull, hearing a faint sound ahead of her body, gasping in worry. She scans each wall and then slides her body into the closed door, punching her set of swift finger pads into the embedded holes, rapidly working the finger-hole combination. The door slides open. She enters the female lavatory first and motions her party into the same bathroom. The bathroom door closes.

The faint sound, outside the bathroom space, does not pass the closed bathroom door and then halts inside the empty hallway. Then, a new sound of running footsteps passes the closed door. Freckles waits for a few seconds inside the bathroom space with her boyfriend Icky and their two dogs and then opens the door, leaning out first, seeing an empty hallway. Without vocal words or hand signals, she quickly exits the bathroom and dashes around the wall corner, halting in fear. Icky and the two dogs slam into her back spine and then halts with worry too, seeing First Daughter Gladino.

At the recorder center, Gladino stands in front of the closed door, reaching out to touch the panel in silence.

"That's the room!" Freckles whispers in worry and races ahead, slamming her body into the back spine on Gladino, shoving the Autocrat into the room. Icky and the two dogs watch the body collision of Freckles and Gladino and then rush ahead, following the two woman, entering the same recorder room. They stand a few feet inside the room. The sliding door softly closes shut in silence.

Freckles shoves Gladino from her body. Gladino steps ahead with a sneer and then spins around, growling at the stranger. Freckles, Fancy, Icky, Ibeam, and Buddy stand in a row and stare back at Gladino. Each companion dog feels the tension and anticipation from their owner, without moving or barking for attention while also experiencing worry too.

Freckles shouts out loud at the curved walls. "Hologram, find and display the first recording of Kee Kimkat, medical physician." The hologram does not provide a voice of words but a soft ding of activation.

Gladino gasps in shock and then turns, staring at the walls. "Why are you talking to the hologram program? The hologram app cannot hear you. Which wall panel would hold chips from seventy five years ago? I don't know."

Freckles squats down and hugs her companion dog Fancy, who is behaving very well with their dangerous adventure. "This is one of the recorder rooms, which contains a set of enhanced features for voice control and even finger movements, if the overhead lamps were better illuminated with more light. The hologram app only needs a hint of the major topic and then the program will quickly and electronically scan its inventory and find the first item with the major topic, tossing the image in the room. So, get ready!" She smiles down at Fancy and then slowly stands upright, scanning the metal walls inside the medium-sized Dark Room.

"This is amazing." Icky scans the room with a smile and reaches down, gently stroking the furry bone skull on Ibeam, calming his dog's nerves.

Gladino gasps in shock and then returns back, studying the two humans with a sneer. "Wait! How do you know this? Why are you not dressed like a scientist? Who are you?"

Icky softly chuckles and winks at Gladino. "I do believe that you know who and what we are, because I can smell your fear and you can smell our MUTT stench. However, we all are here to end the bloody mess that started two months ago. Now, if you wanna leave, then you can go ahead. But, if you wanna start a fight, then you can go up to heaven. Either way, me and my friends are going to find the issue and fix it and end the MUTT War. What do you say now, First Daughter Gladino?"

She moves ahead and spins around, standing the row of life forms, nodding with a stern face at the black tinted walls. "I will stay. I desire to find the issue and fix it and end the MUTT War, too." Gladino returns back and scans the room, patting the bone skull on Buddy. He is wiggling in freight from the quick cat fight by her mistress with the unfamiliar human male.

The hologram app tosses out a single thick line of mint green hue that slowly fold out into a tan-colored room of smooth stones, without a set of people.

§

Outside the Dark Room, inside the empty hallway, Crear and his companion dog Cupcake races ahead towards the entrance door. Then the dog halts and turns, staring at the large hole in the side wall. Crear halts with a gasp and squats down, examining the open hole that holds an escape tunnel. "A hole! A spy! Hey! There is a spy here inside the Science Building. I should..." he sneers. "...not shout out loud my secret. Let's go, Cupcake! We are getting outta of here and finding a new home. I don't want the bad memories anymore." He slowly crawls through the tunnel and see the bright sunlight, exiting the opening, slowly moving through the forestland, tumbling onto the stationary wing-ship that is open and unoccupied. He dashes ahead and stops, reaching out, touching the seat and the instruments, nodding with a smile. "Get inside, Cupcake! We are leaving the land of Authority. There are other nice places to live and survive with warfare and death."

The dog leaps up from the dirt and lands down on the doggie seat. Crear climbs into the seat and starts to press a series of button, nodding with a smile. "I think I got the hang of it, Cupcake. Watch this!" He smiles. The bubble glass wind shield closes down shut and then locks. He presses more gears. The wing-ship slowly lifts off the dirt and then hovers several hundred feet in the air currents and as his eyeballs are blinded by the sunlight. He reaches out and presses the button. the hovering wing-ship quickly explodes into a big fireball of orange, green, red, and blue colors, killing the two life forms instantly, producing a ball of sizzling ashes. The windy breeze carries the heap of sizzling ashes over the forest tree tops and down into the flat valley, where the pile of cold ashes rests on top of the short grass blades in peace and harmony.

On the ground surface, no other Autocrat bothers to look up into the sky as each one is busy gossiping about the current news of Autocrat deaths.

§

Inside the Dark Room, the row of life forms continues to stare at the slow-developing ancient hologram recording.

Gladino gasps in shock and points at the hologram image. "I know that room. That room is the hologram room, inside the Authority Headquarters building. That room is used by the leadership members for private business meetings, but that room image is also connected to the Science Building antennas for any and all country-wide broadcasts to the citizens in case of an emergency or a new announcement. This is one of the announcement broadcasts that is relayed to all of the citizens." The image slowly pops an individual on top of the floor that stands behind a solid tan colored stone wall. The last individual picture is Musela, the mother of Gladino. Gladino gasps in shock and points at the image. "That's my mother, but she looks so young in the face."

In the hologram recording, in the middle of the room, Musela stood on the side wall of tan colored rock and wore a pale blue jumpsuit, displaying a tall and slender body frame, possessing a head of twisted black tinted hair strands in a tight bun on top of her bone skull, a pair of aqua eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin. She nodded with a smile to the hidden camera lenses. "Welcome, citizens. I am First Daughter Musela. I have a wonderful announcement today. This team of scientists will create a machine that will better our lives. The machine is called TECH. The word, TECH, represents Technology Enhancement Communication Hub. This new machine will consist of hidden cameras that will become built into each doorway panel inside your house, inside your school, inside your store, inside your office, in your lawn, in the parks, and every place that you walk which records your every word, your every motion, and your every action. But I am getting carried away with the technology. I would like to introduce each team member."

The camera lenses turned and viewed a line of four individuals, two females and two males. Each scientist was dressed in a green tinted one-piece uniform with a different skin tone and a uniquely colored hair style.

Musela spoke out loud and introduced the first petite scientist. "The first female scientist is named Kee Kimkat..."

"Stop! Stop, hologram!" Freckles shouts out loud inside the Dark Room. The hologram recording halts and pauses in the air waves, wavering with the active image. Freckles points at the image. "That name! That's her! She did something. She connected a human and a dog by magic or medicine or miracle. We want to find Kee Kimkat and read through all of her ancient laboratory notes. Then, we will have the answer regarding a strange connection between a human and a dog. I do believe that new information will end the MUTT Wars."

Icky nods with a smile to Freckles. "I agree. How do we find Kee Kimkat?"

Gladino spins around with a smile and leads to the closed door. "Follow me! My carriage holds an active database of all citizens that reside or resided here in the land of Authority. We access that database, in private, without perturbing the other Autocrats." Buddy spins around and dashes beside his mistress. She reaches up and slams the metal door, opening the archway.

Freckles and Icky turn and nod in silence to each other, spinning around, chasing after Gladino with their companion dogs.

Gladino moves a little faster without engaging Vollen and exits the Science Building, entering her open carriage cockpit. The cockpit is only designed for one pilot and one companion dog with extra room behind the bench seat for additional luggage pieces.

Freckles, Icky, Fancy, and Ibeam slowly climb over the hard floor and settle down on the hard surface while scanning the familiar walkway and paved grounds for an autocrat spy, feeling both worry and intrigue.

Inside the cockpit, Gladino presses a set of the buttons. The glass closes shut. Then the carriage slowly raises from the pavement and then hovers in the air. She accesses the database and finds the citizen resident name Kimkat, Kee and then punches the new information into her transport computer, with a physical address. The carriage carefully turns towards the southern direction and slowly flies at the maximum 15 miles-per-hour speed limit towards the Farmlands, within the land of Authority. Gladino exhales with worry and anticipation and intrigue. "I found the name Kimkat, Kee, in the citizen directory. She lives in the Farmlands. So, to the Farmlands, we will venture ahead in my personal carriage. I am the ruler of Authority. Once we arrive in the Farmlands, I will inquire about the mysterious Kimkat, Kee and then we will uncover the truth."

Behind the rear bench seat and out of eye sight, but not hearing, Freckles wiggles side to side on the hard surface beside her companion dog Fancy and shouts out loud for each pair of eardrums. "The truth! There is no truth in war. We finally end the war and live in truth. The human body is designed to gather flowers for beauty and chase down pets for fun and work for food. Don't you see it? Don't you hear it? The body and the mind work out together that keeps the human healthy, happy, and humorous. Else, the body becomes tired and the mind becomes blank. Then, the human becomes weak and fragile. Then the living soul becomes sad and alone. The human is only a bio-shell that lives here temporarily on this planet. The human is not a machine. The human bio-shell does not live forever, only the living soul. However, here in Authority, we are destroying both the human bio-shell and the living soul in a silly, killing war for some reason. I don't know why were started killing each other."

Gladino continues to pilot the carriage and wears a distorted face, huffing out a series of sour breathes while staring at the lines of houses that look the same, without character or charm, only tan or peach colored stones. She sneers at the row of houses. "Wake up, girl! What nonsense is coming out of your mouth, lady? This place is not fantasy land. This place is reality."

Beside Freckles, Icky leans over and smiles into her cheekbone, whispering into her eardrum. "Look! We are cooperating with the enemy, right here and right now. and we are trapped inside her evil carriage, right here and right now. Please, try to be cooperative or quiet or afraid or something, other than fighting with the enemy. Can you do that?"

She sneers. "No!" Freckles stares out the rear glass window, seeing the vanilla colored walkway and the buildings, slowly leaving the city limits, passing the rows of houses.

He smiles. "Can you do that for me?"

She exhales with annoyance. "Yeah."

He nods with a whisper. "Good! What do you think of this Kimkat? Will she hold the answers? Can she really stop the MUTT Wars? What is your working theory?"

Freckles turns and smiles at Icky, whispering her answers of hope.

The Farmlands section, within the land of Authority, lies ten miles south of the city, consisting of flat, fertile, red tinted valley dirt and is surrounded by two independent dark green tinted mountain ranges of lush forestland and wild animals, where each summit peak touches a row of white tinted clouds. The front part of landscape displays miles of colorful crop fields which are guarded by two individual tan colored silo towers, without a guard post or a welcoming station. A mile is 5,280 feet in measurement.

Ten miles converts into 52,800 feet. At 15 miles-per-hour, the personal transport carriage belonging to Gladino slowly flies a few feet up from the soil ground and finally arrives, after traveling 1,320 feet-per-second, forty minutes later in the bright sunny afternoon.

Inside the carriage cockpit, the carriage automatically halts and then drops down on top of the smooth short grass blades. Gladino continues to sit inside the pilot seat beside her company dog Buddy and scans the new environment. "We are here."

Freckles slowly sits upright from the floor with her companion dog Fancy and leans over, touching the bubble glass with her nose tip, frowning with puzzlement. Freckles smiles. "What is this place?"

Icky slowly stands upright from the floor with his companion dog Ibean and scans the new environment, shaking his bone skull, pointing at the glass. "This is the beginning of the Farmlands. No one is allowed here, unless one or more farmers grant their personal permission to visit their land, their crops, their livestock, which is rare and unique and usually does not happen."

Freckles frowns. "I only see miles of crop lands and tall rock coated towers of something."

Icky smiles. "Each tower of something is a farm silo for holding the grains, right before sending the grains into the mill for processing. The farmlands are more than farmlands. The farmlands house the mills and the ovens and the slaughter houses that cut, slice, bake, and cook all of the food stuffs for each citizen and companion dog here in Authority. Then each baked pie and roasted chicken is delivered by a robot to your house or your party or your office or your picnic spot, compliments of the farmers here in Farmlands. I think we should leave the Farmlands. We do not want to start a new war battle with the farmers. They are private peoples and do not like strangers."

Freckles gasps in alarm and points at the landscape. "Dr. Kimkat is located here."

Gladino nods with a sad face and scans the new landscape. "Yes, I do believe that Dr. Kimkat is located here. The navigational app has guided the carriage to the correct place, because Dr. Kimkat is dead and her gravesite is located here within the Farmlands. We are decades too late. She died decades ago. She had been an elderly woman, when my mother was a young girl. No human lives beyond one hundred and ten years. That is medically impossible."

Freckles frowns. "Then...then we will never find the solution. Then...then we will never fix the problem with the TECH machine. Then...then we will never end the MUTT Wars."

Icky nods with a smile at the farmland. "Yes, we can. We shut off the machine, permanently."

Gladino sneers at the farmland in the pilot chair. "We can't do that. Everyone depends upon the machine."

He frowns. "For what?"

"Food. Shelter. Clothes. Entertainment..."

"The caveman and the cavewoman provided food, shelter, and entertainment programs, without a machine. They were naked and didn't give a damn," Icky laughs alone.

Freckles continues to sit and scans the farmlands, nodding with a stern face. "I don't like a machine running or ruining my life. This is my life. I was given life to think, feel, taste, touch, see, smell, and beat up, if I chose that course of action. So, I like that idea, Icky. I wanna shut off the machine too, Gladino."

Gladino growls in the pilot chair. "The machine is not the problem. People are the problem. People like the war. People do not wanna stop the war. The war is the final outcome. How we do avoid the outcome of war?"

Freckles smiles. "We establish peace."

Gladino frowns. "These are nice words with nasty actions."

Icky continues to stand and scans the landscape. "I agree with Gladino. People like the war. People like to kill. So, we go back and talk to the Authority leadership and form a peace party. Then, the peace party carries a photon gun and attacks the people that like war and then do something type of non-killing action or act."

"Look!" Freckles frowns and then shouts out loud with a smile, pointing at the glass window, staring down at the canine. Each dog starts barking and stands upright inside the carriage, staring down at the new canine on top of the nicely manicured grass. "Look! Look over here! Look down there!" The farm dog measures eighteen inches in height and weighs thirty pounds, exhibiting a short coat, a long pair of legs. Each ear flops down over the bone skull and the tail is not docked but naturally curved and as the friendly farm dog wiggles at the new transport with an array of new life forms.

"What is that?" Gladino turns and frowns through the glass at the unfamiliar farm dog.

Icky smiles. "That is a dog, Gladino! Do you know what a dog looks like? I do."

Gladino sneers. "What kind of dog is that? I do not recognize the dog breed. The body frame resembles a Rat Terrier hunting breed dog; but the canine is taller."

He frowns. "I don't either. And the dog also looks like a tan and black colored Beagle hound dog but exhibits a pair of slender, skinny legs, not a set of thick hunting legs."

Freckles taps on the glass window with a smile and as the three dogs continue to bark and wiggle with excitement at the new farm dog. "I do not either, but the dog is watching us and wants us to follow him. Let's get outta of carriage and visit with the new friendly farm dog. Something is right here!"

Gladino presses a series of button. The bubble glass lifts up from the cockpit setting and then a set of ladder steps drop down into the grassy soil. The three canines leap up from the metal floor and land down the grass, chasing after the new dog.

The new farm dog barks with happiness and then spins around, racing ahead, dashing back into the single tower building through a side open archway out of sight from the human eyeballs and then disappears. Each Authority canine follows the farm dog and disappears from sight also.

The three individual humans races after the three dogs in a panic and then halt in front of the open archway, gasping in alarm, without moving.

Freckles, Icky, and Gladino, each one looks up in silence and stares at a rock-coated staircase in tan hue, without a person or a glass window, leading higher up into the tall tower building.

Gladino frowns. "What is up there? Who is up there?"

"My dog!" Freckles smiles. "I can hear the four dogs still barking at each other while climbing higher up the staircase. There is someone or something up there. And I wanna see and know too."

Gladino frowns. "What do we do?"

Icky laughs and stares up at the rock-coated staircase that spirals in the middle of the building. "I guess we go up, up and away!" He starts to climb the first step and softly hums a familiar song with happiness, leading the group of citizens. Freckles follows her boyfriend with a smile and continues to hear the four dogs while examining the ancient structure, which is made of solid tan-colored stones that had come from the local rock quarry on this end of the continent over the mountain range.

"Shut it, sir!" Gladino sneers and slowly follows behind Freckles with a sour frown.

Several minutes later, Icky exits first from the stone staircase with a smile and then enters the top floor level, moving through a square-shaped archway, scooting to the side wall and smiles at the four dogs in the middle of floor. Freckles and Gladino quickly exit the staircase and move into the same room, standing in a line with Icky.

The space is a curved circle of tan colored stone wall that soars up towards fifty feet in the air and touches a curved metal ceiling in dark hue. The continuous curved wall contains a series of thirty foot high undivided glass windows that displays a panoramic view of the Farmlands, three mountain range views, and miles of residential houses, the pale blue sky, the white tinted clouds and maybe one or two outer space planets glowing through the twinkling stars.

In-between each massively tall glass window, every five feet, a solid stone wall exhibits individual pieces of art work, consisting of forestlands, wild animals, mountain summits, human body anatomy, canine anatomy, feline anatomy, and other medical charts and biological systems.

Hanging down from the metal ceiling, an array of individual skeleton bones consisting of different dog breeds, cat breeds, cows, horses, sheep, pigs, and wolves.

Below the row of glass windows, an assortment of short and tall wooden tables, sitting chairs, long sofas, two loveseats, and varies short and tall wooden cabinets rests against the smooth rock-coated wall. Across the wall, a second row of mixed wooden tables, sitting chairs, long sofas, and wooden cabinets form an inner circle that face the glass windows.

The center of the room is empty and clean, exhibiting three individual dogs that play well together. Standard Poodle breed dog Buddy stands on the sidelines and watches the three canines snap and then bite for fun, without engaging in the doggie play.

In front of a long table which is filled with medical test tubes, testing dishes, other glass ware, a short woman smiles and leans on a walking cane in dark wood standing beside a tall, wrinkled, dark-skinned male, who nods and smiles at the row of strangers also.

Freckles scans the room and smiles at each glass window, slowing spinning around the room in place, "You have a beautiful view of the city and the country and the farms and the sky and clouds." She completes her swirl and faces the two pair.

Icky stares at the old pair with curiosity. "Where is your elevator, ma'am?"

The old woman continues to stand and shakes her long black tinted hair. "No machines here. Walk! Walking is good for the human, the living soul and the canine."

"I see and hear another spiritualist. You're in weird company, Freckles." Gladino softly chuckles and stares at her dog. "What kind of dog is that playing with my ..."

"Buddy, he is your companion dog. Welcome to my abode, Gladino." The old woman nods to Gladino.

Gladino gasps in shock and looks at the old woman. "How! How do you know my name, old woman? I do not know your name."

Freckles smiles. "Well, I do believe it is obvious here, First Daughter Gladino. This penthouse suite inside an abandoned and modified wheat silo can see for miles, including the overlay of the city Authority. And your face is plastered all over the air waves every time you speak a word."

The old woman nods with a smile. "Very good, Freckles! Howdy dew to all, Icky and his companion dog Ibeam, Freckles and her companion dog Fancy, Gladino and her companion dog Buddy!"

Icky gasps next in shock and points at the old woman. "How do you know my name? I do not know you either, lady. What is this place? Who are you? Why are we here?"

"We came here to see Dr. Kimkat. Are you Dr. Kimkat?" Freckles nods.

The old woman points down at the playing dogs. "The farm dog is a Feist dog breed. A Feist dog breed is a smaller form of a Rat Terrier hunting dog, which has been crossed with another terrier or hound dog breed. Historically, miners and other working-class immigrants coming from the country of England to live in the United States carried over their terrier breed dogs. Sometimes, the rat terrier dog was mated with a Greyhound dog, creating a faster Feist dog breed. Or the rat terrier dog was crossed with a Beagle dog breed for a better hunting ability. The breed dog measures 10 to 18 inches in height and weighs 15 to 30 pounds, exhibiting a short coat, a long pair of legs. Each ear point is set high on the bone skull and can appear as an erect set or short hanging set. The tail comes bobtails or docked but usually natural.

When hunting, a Feist dog breed tracks in silent mode using their eyes, ears, and nose and then tree the squirrel, barking out loud while waiting for the owner to shoot the prey."

Icky smiles. "The word, feisty, means energetic, belligerent in a small size while creating a small energetic dog, which is called a Feist dog. Within the doggie world, a feisty dog comes from an uncertain ancestry."

Gladino points at the old man. "Yawbo! Yawbo! I know your name." She gasps. "I recognize your face. You look the same, maybe, a little older."

Freckles frowns at the unknown male, "What are you talking about, Gladino?"

She continues to jab a manicured fingernail at the older male. "I...I found this ancient chip with this ancient image. The image of a young woman who birthed a green tinted baby. The chip was disturbing and intriguing, all at the same time."

"Well, damn! We've been caught, Yawbo." The old woman laughs and then turns to wink at Yawbo.

Yawbo turns and smiles at the old woman. "Yup! We've been caught, darling."

Gladino sneers at the old couple. "What! What is happening here? Who are you? What are you? Why are both of you living inside an abandoned farm silo? Where is Dr. Kimkat? The TECH computer has identified her location here but here is a modified farm silo. Is she dead?"

The old woman slowly shuffles ahead and then strolls around the large room using her walking can, smiling at her row of new guests. "A human and a canine are similar in many ways..."

Freckles frowns and nods her bone skull. "I know that."

"A human and a canine both taste, touch, smell, listen, see, birth live babies, feel love and hate and execute death and murder. A dog can smell 100,000 time better than a human. A dog can hear a sound four times greater than a human. A pair of dog eardrums pick up higher frequency waves such like an ultrasonic dog whistle that is outside a human's sound detection."

Freckles continues to nod. "Other animals possess better hearing than a human. A bat can detect a high frequency wave at 100,000 hertz."

"Come over here and have a seat! Don't stand all day! The floor is hard on my corns!" Yawbo waves his hand with a smile and slowly scoots backwards, spinning around, moving in-between a long sofa and a sitting chair, disappearing behind the inner row of furniture pieces. The old woman turns and slowly limps between a wooden table and a short wooden cabinet, disappearing also.

Freckles, Icky and Gladino turn and stare at each other in silence. Icky smiles and then extends his hand to the two ladies for entering further into the room with the mysterious pair of old people.

Freckles slowly moves ahead with a smile of intrigue. Her companion dog Fancy stops playing with her old and new friend, spinning around, staring at the back spine on her mistress and then stands upright, dashing ahead with happiness.

Gladino exhales with annoyance and does not understand the mystery of the silo home and the pair of older people, wanting to find Dr. Kimkat, ending the MUTT War and then return back home for a long hot bubble bath. She slowly shuffles ahead with a sour frown in silence towards the inner row of furniture pieces. Her companion dog Buddy moves ahead and walks beside her leg in silence also, scanning the room for any danger to his mistress.

Each person sits down and stares at each other in silence. Yawbo rests inside an old fashioned brown leather chair on the far side of the row along the glass windows, without a companion dog. The old woman selects a multi-color, flower-patterned loveseat and sits down. Her Feist dog rushes from the center of the room, stops and then rests down by her feet, watching the row of new strangers without growling.

Freckles sits down on top of a red and white stripped long sofa near the arm rest. Fancy sits down and then lies on the floor beside her feet, watching the new strangers, without growling.

Gladino stops and parks her fanny down on a solo sitting chair with a vanilla background that displays a horse-pattern. Buddy sits beside her side and softly growls at the old and new strangers.

Icky appears and stops, sitting beside his girl Freckles. His companion dog Ibean wiggles side to side with happiness, stops, sitting down beside the feet on his master while flirting with his girl Fancy.

The old woman nods to Freckles. "An owl, elephant, horse, dolphin can hear better than a human. The Greater Wax Moth can detect a sound wave up towards 300,00 kilohertz. Their pair of ultrasound-sensitive ears had evolved to evade the bats, their predator." She laughs. "Ain't that a hoot, Yawbo?" Yawbo nods with laughter and continues to study each citizen. She nods with a smile to the row of citizens. "A human can hear a sound starting at 20 hertz up towards 20,000 hertz. That is 15 to 18,000 waves of sound per second. A Hertz is a measure of the frequency of a sound that travels through the wind currents. The higher the frequency; the higher pitch the sound. A teenager can hear the same frequency but likes to ignore his parents." She laughs with Yawbo. "A canine hears a sound at between 67,000 and 45,000 hertz. A human can hear a sound between 64,000 and 23,000 hertz, which is twice as wide for a dog."

Icky leans over and fakes a smile into the cheekbone on Freckles. "The old lady is repeating her scientific statements, for some reason."

Freckles fakes a smile and whispers back to "Shh! I know that. I am trying to figure out her identification."

The old woman continues. "The upper frequency for the dog's eardrums causes both irritation and discomfort, such like, a single thunderstorm lightning bolt in the sky or coming down to the ground. The dog will move each ear point around its bone skull to maximize reception of a sound wave. A human does not shuffle an earlobe or a pair of earlobes around like that.

I beg to diff. I can wiggle my earlobes." Icy wiggles both of his lobes for each pair of eyeballs and then laughs with the others.

"I am corrected, sir." She laughs. "However, a dog does not hear a low-down frequency, where a human can, like that ugly bell chime on top of the Authority Headquarters building. It was a stupid idea and remains a silly concept to this day. A dog communicates using a higher frequency noise through their sensitive ear canal like the ultrasound dog whistle. The whistle produces an extremely high-frequency sound, where a human is not able to hear. However, the whistle makes a soft hissing noise."

A black-tinted feline cat appears at the open archway and then rushes ahead, jumping up from the floor, landing down in her lap. She giggles and pats the furry cat, staring at the row of new guests. Each dog reacts to the unique mammal while softly growling, pawing the ground. She waves her hand and smiles. "Sit down, citizens! Calm down, canines! This is my cat. Her name is Blackie." She laughs. "I am not origin, but unique. Take the cat! No! Please! Don't take my cat!" She laughs with Yawbo and then exhales with annoyance. "You need to lighten and enlighten your life, young people. Life is grand and great and groovy," she chuckles. "A cat eardrum is a tiny radar antenna that possesses the awesome sound ability to focus on two different noises, at the same time, and inches apart within three feet from the feline. That is ultimately amazing. The sound ability in a cat hones onto where the exact noise comes from, such like, the cookie jar of cat treats or a cookie jar of chocolate cookies. Chocolate is dangerous for numerous mammals, including the dog and the cat. The sound ability, in the cat, can detect the size of the prey and the distance of the prey's sound in 6/100th of a second. Wow! The sound ability, in a cat, can hear five times farther than a human. And a feline hears at a higher frequency than a dog or a human, so the voice of human female is softer with an upset kitty. A human starts to hear at 20 hertz. A dog starts to hear at 40 hertz. And a cat starts to hear at 30 hertz.

"The unique physical shape of each cat ear exhibits an upright and erect pose for kitty's hearing accuracy. Thirty different muscles allow a cat ear to rotate in 180 degrees direction and independently from each ear point that zooms onto their targeted sound. The sound flows down through the ear and dumps down into a huddle of sensitive hairs at the base of the ear. Then, the sound is transmitted into the brain, on the cat, through the auditory nerve."

Freckles exhales with confusion and puzzlement. "The ear points on a dog also rotates around and then pinpoints the exact location of the sound in less than one second. The new sound information quickly determines if the noise is another animal or a new prey or a new predator for the canine. A dog can pick up the tone of the human voice listening to the human words and then obeys..."

"Actually, a canine can do better than that." The old woman laughs with Yawbo.

She frowns. "What! What does your statement mean? Who are you, ma'am?" The old woman laughs and then flips her hand for the medical person to continue. Freckles nods. "A sharp tone from a human tongue will get a better response from your dog."

"That is not ever needed. I promise." The old woman smiles.

She continues. "A canine possesses fifteen muscles that move their two ear points and assists in locating and picking up sounds. A human hears a sound wave at 100 yards away. A canine hears a sound wave 1,320 feet away. A canine can close off their inner ear and then cut off distracting noises and focus only on the targeted sound of interest."

Icky chuckles and reaches down patting the furry skull on Ibean with love. "Now, I know the truth. He listens to my doggie command but chooses to ignore my human words." He laughs with the others and then sits upright, wrapping an arm around his girl Freckles, staring at the old woman.

Freckles smiles. "And the next time, your companion refuses to go outside and does her business in the rain shower, she does not wanna get wet, because the sound of falling raindrops hurts their super-sensitive eardrums. A loud siren, loud musical notes, and a raised voice is annoying to your companion dog also. To get the attention of your companion dog, always use a soft voice..."

"...or a single thought." The old woman grins.

"What! What did you say?" Freckles frowns.

"What!" Gladino exhales with frustration and then frowns with confusion, waving both of her palms near her distorted face. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Why are we talking about canine and feline and human hearing concept and the two eardrums on dogs and cats? Who are you, old woman? Why am I here? I am wasting my precious time."

Freckles nods. "The gene for deafness or hearing loss in a canine is trauma to the original bone structure inside the eardrum or a chronic ear infection. This dog medical condition had been irradiated 500 from each canine species over fifty years ago. I do not understand, ma'am?"

Icky frowns. "I don't understand either. How does your long-winded and boring dog and cat biological lecture of eardrum maintenance relate to stopping the MUTT War?"

The old woman nods with a smile, "A long time ago, I was working to solve the hearing loss in a canine."

Freckles gasps in alarm. "You found a cure for the high frequency torment within the two eardrums on a canine dog during a massive thunderstorm that cures the dog. That...that is incredible canine research, ma'am. How did you do that? Where did you do that? When did you do that? What did you do, ma'am? The only method to detect hearing loss in a dog is through a brainstem auditory evoked response test watching the electrical activity inside the inner ear or cochlea and the hearing nerve auditory pathways inside the bear. The brainstem hearing test works like an old-fashion EKG that was used to detect electrical activity in the heart organ on a canine and a human. Did you cut open the dog's skull? "

Gladino frowns. "Who are you, old woman?"

Icky smiles. "How old are you, ma'am."

The old woman smiles. "No, I do nothing."

"I have felt enough hot air flowing around my heated face here inside this room. I am leaving. I have a war to run and end." Gladino starts to shift her two feet over the floor.

The old woman grins. "My point here, young lady! A sound you cannot hear can still hurt your eardrums. Prolonged exposure to loud sounds causes hearing loss on both a human and a canine over time. Thus, an infection you cannot see still harms the body. So, a modification you cannot feel still affects the body."

"What does that statement mean? What have you done, old woman? This is a ridicule situation. I came here to hear a solution to the war issue, not to hear a mumbling lecture from an old woman." Gladino exhales with annoyance. "I must leave. I have a war to win," she laughs.

Freckles tosses her arms in the air and shouts out loud with worry. "No! Please stay, Gladino! She is the key here. She can save all of us from war and death. Please, we came out here and found your place and spotted your dog and are sitting in your house. What did you do?"

She points at Freckles. "I like you, girl. You got guts, gravel and grit, without challenging my integrity and my wisdom. The Prime Creator provides this earth for a reason with numerous plants, animals, rivers, and sands. But man-kind and woman-kind like to use and abuse all of the natural items. Fish scales for fingernail polish. Fish oils for lipstick. Shark fins for medicines. Elephant tusks for decoration. The list of murdered wild animals goes on and on. I moved out here to the farmland property to access the forest collecting different types of plants, funguses, herbals and the such, grinding up one natural ingredient after another, placing my new experimental mixture in the dog food, up the dog's nostrils, down the dog's eardrums."

"We all saw the ancient recording from fifty years old, where her mother announced the new team of scientists that upgraded the TECH machine. Were you one of those scientists? Are you named Dr. Kimkat?" Icky nods with a smile to the old woman.

The old woman nods with a sour frown to each citizen. "Yes, I am named Kimkat. I still am a medical and animal physician. Yes, I had served as a scientist on the science team that had designed and then built the TECH machine. The machine was supposed to make the life of a human better, not the human."

Gladino snarls. "The TECH machine continues to serve its purpose, since its installment, almost forty years ago. Each human life is better than before. What does that nasty statement mean, old woman?"

She nods with a stern face. "The TECH stands for Technology Enhancement Communication Hub, where the machine is a set of numerous hidden spy cameras built into each doorway panel inside your house, inside your school, inside your store, inside your office, in your lawn, in the parks, and every place that you walk which records your every word, your every motion, and your every action by order of First Daughter Musela."

Gladino growls at Kimkat. "My mother is not a spy. My mother is not a dictator."

Kimkat nods with a smile. "Your mother meant no harm to the citizens either. Society had demand more, more, more. Society wanted an easy lifestyle for each citizen. There is not harm in the conception, only the implementation."

"What does that nasty statement mean, old woman?" Gladino sneers.

Kimkat frowns. "The TECH machine was designed to anticipate your needs, not to identify your needs. A human possesses brain cells, biological, chemical, and neurological systems to identify your needs. Once the TECH machine was installed into each doorway, the sophisticated computer scanned each part of your body, for your inconvenience, and stored all of the new information."

Gladino smiles. "That worked beautifully. If TECH detects an illness in your biological body, then TECH will contact a physician for your health. If TECH detects a sickness in your companion dog, then TECH will contact a physician for the dog's health. The TECH computer was so advanced that it will say 'good morning' to your person and your companion dog."

Kimkat laughs. "That feature was annoying to people, pets, and parakeets. Your mother disconnected that program."

Icky tosses both of his arms in the air and nods several times, saying with a smile. "So, that's the proper solution. We cut off or disconnect or turn off the TECH machine. Then, we all can become friends again and come back home to the city life and act like a happy family unit, again." He drops both of his arms and points at the glass window which faces the northern side of the room.

"No!" Gladino sneers at Icky. "The TECH machine is part of the family now. No citizen will vote or voice to take it down."

Icky waves both of his arms in the air with fighting fury at Gladino. "Then, I, and all of my other MUTT warriors, will come back into the city and destroy it." Gladino gasps in alarm and growls at Icky with a deadly warning.

Kimkat shakes her long curls with a sour frown. "You're too late, young man! The TECH machine has already destroyed every human. The machine cannot do any more harm to a human right now."

"What does that nasty statement mean, old woman?" Gladino sneers at Kimkat.

Icky points at Gladino and laughs out loud. "That's her favorite line, this morning. She hasn't had her favorite caffeine booster," he laughs with Yawbo.

Gladino cedes her angry and then smiles, calmly stating to Kimkat. "The TECH machine is vitally important for each citizen, here in Authority. The TECH machine can detect any aliment in the human body. Then, the app will alert you to that particular piece of body information."

Kimkat nods with a stern face. "Exactly! When the machine detects a defection or a deficiency or an infection or an infestation or a foreign germ or a free bacterium within the human body, the human swiftly reacts. If the deficiency was the lack of potassium, the human consumed more vegetables. If the discovered human deficiency was a lack of proteins, the human consumed more meats. If the deficiency was a lack of Vitamin D, the human consumed milk products. The human relayed upon the machine for medical identification. Then, the human self-diagnosed their biological body without consulting with a trained and licensed medical physician..."

"You are very angry at the TECH machine, which was the greatest man-made invention, since the flying carriage." Gladino jabs her manicured fingernail at Kimkat and nods with a smirk. "Because you had been an active, slow-thinking, warm-blooded medical physician and then you were eliminated by a cold, fast-thinking machine. That is a typical human response to a better machine solution that improves the live and lifestyle for every citizen that lives here in Authority."

Freckles slaps her chest and nods with a smile. "Well, I do agree with Gladino. I am a medical scientist, not a medical physician. But, my working job was too eliminate a defection or a deficiency or an infection or an infestation or a foreign germ or a free bacterium within a human body, which was similar to an old-fashioned medical physician. The medical physician and medical nurse human positions had been eliminated about eighteen years ago. The machine was the cause."

Icky points at the window and wears a sour frown, saying with a sour tone. "The machine was the blame. I whole-heartedly agree with Dr. Kimkat. The machine eliminated lots of working positions and created lots of new working jobs. But the human body was the app or item or soul that suffered and suffocated under its own self-diagnosis and then self-treatment. My mother, I loved my mother. My mother died." He exhales with sorrow. "My mother died when the TECH machine identified too many fat cells in her biological body. My mother was not overweight. My mother was muscular, and her body was healthy. Then, that machine started picking on my mother, every time she walked through any doorway at her home, at her office, at her store, at everywhere. My mother tried to diet and lost some body weight, but the machine didn't stop harassing her person, like a mean kid. My mother continued to eat less food and then she became very sick that no machine or no man could help her weak and fragile state of mind and body and she died in her bed mattress with her family." Freckles leans over and hugs her boyfriend feeling sad also. Each dog cuddles together down at the boot toes on Freckles and Icky in sorrow too.

Kimkat turns and nods to Icky and returns back to see Gladino. "I am so sorry, young man. When the machine discovered a human deficiency of proteins, the human consumed more meats. The human mind did not know when to stop the mouth from eating. The human mind did not listen to the human brain cells, which are faster and smarter and wiser than a cold machine. Then, the human body suffered from heart attacks from eating too much meat. That human body died, very quickly. When the machine discovered a human deficiency of vitamins, like potassium, the human consumed more vegetables. That human acquired hypervitaminosis. Hypervitaminosis is a medical condition of abnormally high storage levels of vitamins that takes time to deplete from the human body which causes pain, cramps and then death. The human is literally poisoned with toxins coming from consuming too many fruits, vegetables, and milk products, due to that dumb machine. The human didn't know when to quit because the machine did not know when to quit whining like an infant. The machine was not meant as a cold-feeling substitution device for a warm-blooded human medical physician. the machine was not uploaded with body weight charts and blood protein counts that measured a healthy body standard. The machine only collected data and then analyzed the information in batch format that involved each single citizen and their massive amount of biological information, without one single clinical standard or medical measurement or human input. Once the TECH machine was installed, lots and lots of citizens started dying, very, very slowly, from their own self-stupidity, without using their own logic-thinking, chemical machine inside their own brain cells. No person noted or noticed it, ever. The medical field had been replaced by cold, fast-thinking machines. So, pieces of the population started to die off."

Gladino gasps in shock and nods with a smile. "Thanks for that observation. We can go back and fix that flaw."

Kimkat hisses with angry at the ruler of Authority. "Flaw! Flat! Fart! O! You heard this one, haven't you? The TECH machine scans the gene material that attaches to the body of an individual. For example, if your happy wife hugs her biological mother and then your biological wife hugs your biological body, then your biological body contains a single hair follicle from your mother-in-law. Then the TECH machine will scan your biological body and store that individual's DNA and any related gene deposits. When you walk through any TECH machine, the machine analysis, stores, and displays the new information, like it was programmed to do by a scientist. This new trait from TECH set off instantaneously a serious, and sometimes fatal, cat fight between a married man and his married woman, when the machine identified a hair strand or a lip spit or fingerprint from another citizen. At the park, at the office, at the store, at the home, if one hair strand flew onto the walking human body and you walked through the doorway, then the TECH announced it to the world. Then, the married couple divorced and split up the happy family unit. Or one of the married mates conspired to murder the other spouse along with the other named innocent citizen. The Authority leadership established a death penalty which was immediately instigated to control all of the vicious cold-blood murders of family members and innocent persons. Society became an unhappy household with a mother and her kids or a single mother without her kids or a single father with kids or a single father without his kids or a single individual without marriage or two same-sex individuals, without or two same-sex individuals with their adopted or blood-kin children or a grandparent with their children and grandchildren. You can understand the dynamics here. The machine broke up the happy family home and the population greatly decreased."

Icky frowns. "I don't remember any of this."

She nods. "All of those vile human acts and actions occurred before your birth or during your infant stage, where your mind would not remember, child. The electronic history books were wiped clean from all of this bloody mess also. Then the delicate human situation become worser."

Gladino laughs. "Worser is not a word."

Freckles gasps in shock. "How? How can the human situation become worser, Dr. Kimkat? I can't comprehend more terrible actions from a human than toxicity, divorce, heart attacks."

Kimkat nods. "When the machine discovered a gray hair follicle, the human started to color the hair strands with dangerous chemicals. That human dies within months from toxins. When the machine discovered wrinkled skin tissue on the body, the human started laser treatment to the body that fried the skin and overloaded the heart organ. That human dies within weeks from toxins. The human body is a delicate system that was created by the Prime Creator. The Prime Creator intended for each one of his children to accept their bio-shell and not destroy it in fits of greed, passion, angry, vanity, selfishness. Anyways, if the human destroys their own flesh and blood, on purpose, then the living soul continues to live. Amen!"

"Amen!" Freckles smiles.

Icky slaps his chest and nods to Kimkat. "I do believe that Dr. Kimkat have supplied both physical evidence and logical facts to disconnect the TECH machine throughout the city that will end the war between the MUTTs and the Auto-craps," he laughs. "And Dr. Kimkat is the last medical physician in the country of Authority. I nominate her to help assist in training a team of medical physicians that can diagnosis and treat each human body with compassion and mercy, if she desires. What do you think, now, Gladino? Do you agree with me, Gladino? Have you heard enough here, Gladino? What will the other Authority leaders think of this idea, Gladino? Can we end the war, now, Gladino?" Gladino turns with a stern face and nods to Icky in silence.

Kimkat laughs out loud and shakes her long curls at each one of her guests. "You are children here with your set of simple-minded mental thought processes. Unplugging the TECH machine will not end the MUTT War."

Icky frowns at Kimkat. "How do you know that word, MUTT?"

She slaps her chest and smiles back at each one of her new guests. "I know everything. MUTT is the Mammal Unknown To TECH. I created that word, many decades ago. I never meant for the silly word, MUTT, to apply to a human, only a mammal. Then, the human situation become worsest."

Gladino laughs. "Worsest is not a word."

Kimkat nods to Gladino. "Your biological mother and First Daughter leader Musela was a smart lady. She had observed the demise and the destruction of the human citizens here in Authority. She didn't understand the root cause, which was clearly medical, psychological, chemical, biological, and neurology symptoms of humans. So, she implemented the dog program. Dogs, cats, chicken, pigs, cows, peacocks, horses, and other livestock and wilder animals existed through the countryside here in Authority. Most citizens did not own a pet, based on whatever decision. Musela collected the limited amounts of tamed puppies from a loving home plus the wilder canine puppies from the forestlands and presented to each sick citizen. Her idea was brilliant, and it worked perfectly. The sick humans stopped self-mutilating their own biological body and turned their greedy, selfish attention to the new puppy and its welfare. The puppy was given to each adult and then teenager and then toddler. Eventually, each birthed baby was given a new puppy. The human and canine were happy. The city of Authority was happy and prospered. Then, it happened, again."

Gladino sneers. "What happened again? Nothing is happening here. Every baby is paired with a puppy. Every human and their companion dog appear happy. Look at us here inside your house! Each one of us is very happy with our companion dog. You are starting to burn the raw endings on my nerves. My time is finished here. I need to leave your place of residence. I must go and talk with the Authority leadership."

Kimkat nods. "The TECH machine was upgraded again and then used to identify a defection or a deficiency or an infection or an infestation or a foreign germ or a free bacterium in the canine's body."

Freckles frowns. "You keep using that particular phrase of words, Dr. Kimkat. Why do you keep using that particular phrase of words? I find that particular phrase of words interesting."

Icky frowns at Freckles. "What particular phrase words?'

Kimkat smiles. "You are learning, child. When the upgraded TECH machine detects a defection or a deficiency or an infection or an infestation or a foreign germ or a free bacterium in the dog, its owner swiftly reacts. Alas! The machine started to identify defects in each dog and even a puppy. There were a handful of licensed and trained animal veterinarian that examined each dog and puppy finding no defection or aliment or illness or flaw. However, the owners did not believe the animal veterinarian and overfeed the dog breed, killing the mammal or starved the dog, killing the pet too. Some of the owners didn't want the sick pets around their children and ditched all of their pets in the city, where animal had to live on its own without food and water for months and years. Other pet owners killed the dogs with their personal hand gun, where gun ownership resulted in owning no hand guns, that had been passed by the Authority leadership. Eventually, the science team members bumped heads and modified the DNA strands and then started breeding each canine, for a baby, without all of the biological, chemical, emotional, mental, psychological flaws, such like, heart disease, hip displacement, blindness, and other doggie medical genetic issues that had plagued the canine, since the beginning of its existence. An easy surgical process for a talented scientist, back then, that does not continue presently. So, today, each canine is a perfect species, without its doggie flaws, unlike their emotional and irrational owner," she laughs with Yawbo.

"Then, the TECH machine flaw does not exist. There is no flaw in the machine, only in man or woman." Gladino nods with a smile.

She winks at Gladino. "You are learning, very slowly, child."

Freckles waves both of her arms in the air with a smile. "Wait! Wait! Wait a second! I remember something here. I wasn't born when the machine upgrades occurred for the humans and the dogs. But I had been present living in the city of Authority for the last upgrade of the machine, which had occurred two months ago. The TECH computer was enhanced with an application that detected wild animals, which were wandering around the community and killing some pets."

Kimkat smiles at Freckles. "Yes, you are learning, very quickly."

Gladino frowns. "Hey! Why is she is learning, very quickly? Why am I learning, very slowly? I... I saw the same ancient recording. I also remembered that the last TECH upgrade was the day before my acceptance speech as the First Daughter of Authority. The button had been tapped and then all hell broke loose. Explain that horror movie, old lady!"

She nods. "The gang of abandoned and starving dogs had become an easy prey for the hungrier and meaner wild animals. Individual or packs of wild animals wandered out from the forestland, stalked, and then attacked each weak dog or puppy with ease, learning not to fear man. Man had become over confidence and stupid, leaving the front door open for a family member, a friendly friend, a pet, and an enemy. Most of the deaths were devoted dogs protecting their family members, who cannot win a battle with wild animals. A few humans were killed by the wild animal while protecting their loving pets. Then, the science team was ordered to enhance the TECH machine with features for an unknown mammal in TECH, which sounded out loud, Mammal Unknown To TECH voice for the family unit and the companion dogs."

Freckle frowns. "How exactly did you do that?"

Kimkat exhales with worry. "You find, capture, and kill each species of wild or domestic animals and then slice off their skin, collecting the animal genes, shoving the genetic code into the TECH mainframe. The TECH computer photographed and then recorded all of the genetic code and stores the information. When a wild animal approaches an open archway, within two feet, an alert sounds a vocal warning to each family unit. The code was beautiful and the plan stopped wild animal invasion."

"But something else happened." Freckle gasps in shock and nods several times with a flip-flopping tummy of worry.

Gladino gasps in shock. "What went wrong, here, Dr. Kimkat?"

Icky turns and stares out the window, "Why do live out here in the Farmlands, Dr. Kimkat?"

Kimkat turns and nods to Yawbo. "Did your thing, Yawbo?"

Yawbo continues to sit and reaches out, grabbing a plain tin can, rattling the can with a set of noisy coins. Each dog and their owner turn and view the noise that comes out from the can. He stops and then smiles at the row of eyeballs from each MUTT human, mutt dog, Gladino and Buddy.

On the opposite side of the long wall, Kimkat starts to clap her hands very loud and repetitive. Each face turns and stares with a pair of eyeballs at Kimkat in silence.

Yawbo started thumping his finger on top of tiny drum head, when the same pair of eyeballs darted to the side and viewed the musical sound.

Kimkat starts to whistle in a soft harmonic musical tone, when each face on Freckles, Fancy, Icky, Ibean and Buddy turn to stare at the medical physician. Gladino exhales with annoyance and lowers her face down into her two open palms while whispering a set of nasty words about Kimkat.

Kimkat stops the whistling and laughs out loud, pointing at each dog with a smile. "Did you see that? When the dog hears a new sound, its facial expression and ear position quickly changes."

On the row of furniture facing the wall, Freckles swiftly stands upright from the sofa and slaps her chest, pointing with a sour frown at the old woman. "What did you do to me? I demand to know. I have just eye witnessed through a magnetic resonance test that the pre-cortex lobe on a human become activated and then acts, runs, works, and activates all at the same time with their companion dog, inside my non-medical laboratory. You know the truth. You know the medical answer. You did something to me and my dog. I wanna know. What did you do to me and my dog, Dr. Kimkat? I am different from Autocrat lady Gladino for some reason. I can feel it. I can taste it. I can smell it."

Kimkat continues to sit and smiles at Freckles. "When Yawbo was rattling the different items on the table, how did you feel?"

Freckles gasps in shock and then shakes her curls. "Ugh! I feel fine. I felt nothing. I did not feel different."

Kimkat flips her hand in the air with a nod. "Sit down, child! I am going to tell you a tall tale." Freckles exhales with frustration and then sits down, not cuddling with Icky, staring at Kimkat. Kimkat nods. "I was 22 years of age and recently moved here in Authority from another continent under the guidance of an ailing mentor, who lived here also and would teach at the animal school. I had graduated from another veterinary school and was a very ambitious girl, as they say. I resided here on the Farmlands while happily avoiding the city slickers and the city ways aiding the farm livestock and farmers. Along with my elderly mentor, I was studying the terrible effects affecting a dog regarding high-pitched frequency sounds, such like, a bolt of lightning that produces very loud thunder booms. A dog reacts very violently from the high-pitched sound as the eardrums on each dog is very, very sensitive to noise over 67,000 hertz. I was hoping to cure that flaw within the millions of doggie genes. I had theorized that the natural contents from a plant could protect the eardrums in the canine. So, I slowly gathered each type of natural plant from the vast mountain forestlands and prepared a small liquid mixture and provided to one of the farm dogs here in the Farmlands. The farm dog was not a laboratory subject by any means. Sometimes the farm dog refused my newly created mixture. Other times the farm dog accepted it, swallowing the research concoction, gagging from the bitter taste, running in fear or angry for me. The farm dog was never in danger. I eventually persuaded the smarter mammal to come back to my make-shift laboratory right here inside the converted silo structure and plugged the canine into my magical and medical EKG machine, viewing the inner body parts and constant brain waves. Nothing really happened, at first. Then, I slowly observed that one or two of the crushed up plants did affect the prefrontal cortex lobe on the subject dog. I was thrilled. I continued to gather new plant species for more experiments and also supplied the successful plant concoction to the gang of new dogs and some puppies. I was also collecting dog sweat..."

"Dogs did not sweat." Freckles frowns.

Kimkat smiles, "Yes, a dog sweats water."

She huffs, "No, a human sweats water. A dog relieves sweaty moisture from its four paw pads and does not produce a massive group of wet balls of sweat like a human."

"A dog possesses a set of sweat glands, but the glands are much more fewer than a human's sweat glands. And the dog is covered in fur, not smooth skin tissues, so the sweat is not seen but still cools the doggie body. A dog sweats on areas not covered in fur, such like, the nose and each paw pad. A human sweats and stinks everywhere. And a dog possesses a set of apocrine glands, where each gland is attached to every hair follicle on their doggie body. The tongue, nasal passages, and the lungs on a dog releases water that evaporates from the doggie body and lowers the dog's body temperature during heated days and night. A dog will pant with a hanging tongue from their parted lips cooling off their doggie body and sweat balls form from their feet and noses. When you see a trail of wet paw prints, the dog is sweating and then cooling down its body temperature. So, to continue my..."

"...fairy tale..." Freckles laughs with her friends.

Kimkat exhales with frustration and then fakes a smile. "I was collecting mucus of dog sweat from its nose, storing inside an individual test tube and then performed a cell test on the effects of the newest mixture of plant guts, analyzing the molecular results through the EKG machine. So, I had thousands of individual test tubes that were nicely labeled and documented inside a wooden cabinet for safekeeping and further studying, like a good medical researcher. I found the puppy population responded better and best to my new plant concoction. However, the little mammals were feisty and..."

"You! Wait! You shot one of these sharp, painful, steel-coated nasty needles into the leg on that precious puppy for your greedy study."

Kimkat smiles. "Actually, the needle was one of the newest technological advancements, an dissolving needle point that is not made of solid man-made steel components, but the liquid compound of the medicine, or in my case, the plant guts. The needle jab stings the puppy leg for a millisecond and then the contents enters the blood stream much, much faster, spreading throughout the dog's organs, bones, blood. Also, I was allowed with permission to experiment on each bodily injured and mentally disturbed adult canine or puppy. When the thunderstorms came in force, some of the dogs and puppies ran away from the farm and raced into the mountain settings, dying from a pack of wild animal attacks. The other dogs and puppies came back but were very emotional unbalance for farm work as a farm dog. A farmer cannot allow an unstable dog around the herds of livestock or his crop fields or his family members. So, the dog was denied dangerous then instantly killed by the farmer or another farmer friend. I stepped in and saved the dog's life..."

"...as a suffering and painful research subject in your vile research illegal animal experiments. You are a vile, vicious vamp. Now, I know the truth and all of us have heard your nasty words. Gladino, you need to send your gang of Enforcers out here and capture this woman, caging her human body up, like a sick canine, until you can execute her person in front of firing squad." Freckles sneers at Kimkat. Gladino gasps in alarm and does not comment, staring at Kimkat.

Kimkat does not move but laughs out loud and then smiles. "First, I have the permission of the farmers. Second, Auto-craps have no authority... excuse the pun ...here in the Farmlands. Third, I could not help the first wave of test dogs, but I did save the second wave and other waves of unstable dogs and puppies through my plant research. My research was not one hundred percent but eighty percent successful. Still, the canine dog is the first cousin of the gray wolf with a set of genetically embedded traits, a killer drive with murderous intent. Each unstable canine was killed on site, without problems for the livestock, the farmers, and other dogs and cats and wildlife. Fourth, my research improved and helped all of the dogs here in the Farmlands.

"As I continued to perform my helpful research for each dog, I still had not cure the high-pitched frequency doggie flaw. I started learning that experimenting on a six-week old puppy with their fast-growing body and constantly developing gene cells liked my plant concoction best and grow up healthier and wiser and lived longer, for some unexplained medical reason. I would sit down inside a large soft sitting chair and clutch the antsy puppy with one arm, reaching out for the dissolving needle with the other hand.

"Medical technology was always quickly improving pieces of medical equipment there at the Science Building and had created a hand-held device that swiftly sucked up the liquid medicine from its container dish and then quickly created a single non-metal needle point, where the scientist could place the tiny mouth on the medical device onto the exterior skin spot and then rapidly pierce through the skin, with very minor pain to the patient and the physician while spreading the medicine through the body on the sick patient.

"This particular day, in my laboratory, a six-week-old puppy had been brought to me. The puppy had been born healthy, before a rushing stampede fat pigs had overrun the hidden birthing place, outside the pig pen, killing the mama dog, some of her puppies, wounding the rest of her litter. All of the surviving puppies had to be killed, due to the nature of their body injuries, but this one. The puppy had sustained a broken front leg and the farmer had thought my plant formula could save its life from a terrible death act.

"I wrapped the broken leg on the cute baby and then proceeded with my usual research ritual. First, I collected some of the puppy sweat from its wet nose and stored down inside a clean and empty testing dish, labeling the dish with the puppy identification features, like a good research. Then I prepared a dish of my plant formula and laid out my medical equipment, like usual. I sat down in the cozy chair, cuddling the puppy with my arm. However, the injured puppy was scared, frightened, feeling pain, confusion from the broken leg and its missing mama, wiggling its body, biting my finger. I reached out and grabbed the needle shot device, sucking up the plant liquid, slowly shifting the flat mouth on the devise towards the little wiggling puppy dog that was secured within the crook of my arm. The puppy continued to wiggle side to side while yelping with help, jerking its bone skull upwards towards the ceiling planks and as the muzzle hit my hand with the device. The equipment devise fall lose from my fingers and started to drop down towards the floor, when the puppy swiftly leaped upright from my leg thigh and luckily hit the devise with its healthy leg, sending the devise into the air waves. The puppy started to climb upwards onto my chest and as I tossed my rear bone skull backwards, seeing the mouth of the devise, flying back down through the air waves and landed down with a punch onto my forehead. I felt a tiny sting when the dissolving needle ejected through my tender human skin. I could feel the stinging plant liquid quickly flowing through the internal bone frame and spreading through the brain tissues. I released the puppy and as the puppy stumbled down on top of the floor. Then I passed out into unconsciousness and slid down from the chair, twisting my four limbs into a folded body, resting on top of the cold floor planks.

"I slept for five hours and awoke to darkness inside my laboratory studio, slowly untangling my four sore limbs, sitting on top of the floor and exhaled worried breathes in fear and danger. The puppy was resting on my leg asleep and safe. I was ready to examine my human body while trying to determine if my body was wounded or damaged. I really was not concerned. The plant formula is plant guts, not caffeine or another dangerous earth mineral. I started moving the injured puppy from my leg, when the baby awoke and then yawned from its sleep, stretching out each limb while yelping in pain, standing upright and waggled its cute tail at me. I continued to slowly stand first on my two kneecaps and tested my body balance. I was okay. The puppy continued to stand and wiggled in place, yelping at me, wiggling its tail with happiness. I slowly stood fully upright leaning against the table and exhaling with deep breathes. I was not dizzy or nausea or sick or trembling or nervous. I slowly walking around the room testing my body balance, slowly extending each limb from the floor in the air while still testing my body strength. I walked around three times and then halted with a smile. The plant formula actually made me feel refreshed, invigorated, and frisky. i slowly started to tap dance for fun and then slid down into a jazz dance while carefully performing more complex dance steps using my feet, legs, arms, hands, hips, and bone skull, finishing off my dance test with a short ballet routine. I leaped up from the floor and parted my two legs in the air, landing back down on the floor. I felt great and energized from my dance moves and my long nap.

"The puppy was having some fun chasing after my feet and sometimes collided into my naked toes without harm.

"I stood on top of the floor and preformed deep breath exercises. The puppy continued to tumble and stumble around my naked feet while yelping out loud with excitement.

I quickly determined that I was okay. My forehead didn't even display a colorful funny mark from the needle tap as the dissolving needle was absorbed down into my skin, without a temporary or permanent injury. I reached down and grabbed the puppy at my feet, cuddling the puppy into my chest, feeling its fur. The puppy wiggled and yelped with happiness. I pulled the puppy back from my chest and examined the baby, gasping in shock. The broken front leg was paddling in the air while the puppy was yelping in pain. I squatted down and gently dropped the puppy down on the floor. The puppy started running around and yelping at me while standing on its broken leg. I was shocked and picked up the puppy gently pressing its wounded leg. The puppy did not cry out in pain but licked my face with love. I still was shocked and toted the puppy to the smaller portal x-ray medical machine, placing the wiggling puppy on the tray and underneath the x-ray light, examining the puppy. The front leg was healed, not broken. I triple checked the puppy, my two eyeballs, and the x-ray medical machine. The front leg on the puppy was completely healed without blood print or a hairy scar. I was shock and happy and intrigued and confused. I gathered up the puppy and cuddled the baby in my chest, sitting down on the floor, playing with the puppy and watched its body movements for an hour. The puppy was happy and yelping and playing and acting like there was not a broken bone on the front leg or anywhere on its body. While I was watching the puppy, my mind was pondering the previous events.

"I left the puppy on the floor and went to laboratory table, examining rows of testing dishes on top of the wood. None of the dishes had been disturbed, but I was perturbed. I left the table and searched the floor for the needle dispenser devise, finding it on the floor underneath the chair, examining the equipment. The equipment was not damaged or destroyed as it was a sturdy piece of metal. The mouth was empty. After the dissolving needle of medicine is dispensed, the mouth on the devise becomes empty of matter. I was really confused; but I had planned for this event.

"I moved ahead and stopped at the entrance wall. A recorder devise stood alone on top of the upper shelf. I pressed the button, replaying the previous research experiment with the injured puppy. I always recorded each research experiment, in case, of discovery or failure, so I could examine my mistake or my victory. I pressed the button and forwarded the image to the sitting chair. The hologram replayed the scene.

"I sat in the chair struggling with the puppy. The puppy was injured growling and snapping at my fingers. I reached over and grabbed the needle dispensing devise without looking at the testing dish, sucking up the dish with the puppy sweat..."

"What!" Icky gasps in shock and shoots upright from the chair, staring at Kimkat.

"What!" Gladino gasps in shock too and slowly standing, shaking her curls at Kimkat.

"No! No! No! No way! Nope! Naw! That is impossible. I know the next sentence of words. That is clinical, medical, physiological, biological, chemically, neurological impossible, Dr. Kimkat. This is ruse. I get it. You want us to leave and we shall do that. Come on, people! We are leaving her alone. We will go back and turn off the TECH machine that will solve all of our problems and end the MUTT War. I am a human, not a MUTT." Freckles slowly stands upright from her chair and frowns at the physician.

Kimkat laughs and nods her curls with a grin. "I tell the truth."

She scans the room and points at each rock wall. "Then, I wanna see that recorded experimentation with that puppy. Show me, right here and right now!" Freckles returns back and sneers at Kimkat.

Kimkat laughs. "That was a very, very long, long time ago. I did not keep any of my experiment recordings, because of thievery of science secrets.

"I wanna see your written science logs and verify this miracle myself."

"Yes, I had written down all of my research experiments in pen. But I do not have them anymore for obvious..."

"I wanna see your vocal recordings."

"I do not have any written, vocal, electronic, smoke signals, hand sign language or body moves regarding my ancient research experimental records or recordings or tapes or discs or chips or computers."

Freckles sneers. "How am I supposed to believe this or that or whatever outrageous fairy tale, Dr. Kimkat?"

Kimkat smiles. "I stopped recording, once..."

Gladino frowns and points her finger at Kimkat. "Every recording on every citizen is housed inside the Science Building, inside one of numerous recorder rooms. This the purpose of the Science Building to record and then store each citizen's life."

Freckles turns and sneers at Gladino, pointing at the leader. "You dare to record me, without my permission, and then store me inside one of the numerous recorder rooms, without my permission, again. How long do you store me inside one of the numerous recorder rooms? When did you start that illegal act against me and my family members, and my friends, and my co-workers, Gladino?" Gladino crosses her arms and laughs out loud at Freckles without addressing the questions.

Kimkat smiles at the upcoming cat fight between the two strong-willed women. "I double-checked and triple-checked my research results on my person and the puppy. I had been punctured with a dissolving needle of puppy sweat into my forehead, specifically at the pre-cortex lobe."

"No!" Freckles returns back and gasps in shock.

"Yes!" Kimkat nods with a smile.

She frowns. "No! That is not possible. That is impossible. I don't believe you."

"I can prove it."

Freckles nods with a stern face. "Do it, too it!"

Kimkat smiles. "When Yawbo rattled the coins inside the tin can, how did you feel about that annoying noise?"

Freckles frowns and then nods with a stern face. "Nothing! I felt nothing."

"When the coins were rattled in the tin can, you and your companion dog turned to see the noise."

"I guess."

Kimkat smiles. "I know. When the other minor tests were conducted here inside this room, you and your companion dog turned to see the next, new loud commotion, together, at the same time."

She frowns. "I don't know."

"I do know. On each minor test, you felt nothing, but you companion dog heard the new sound and immediately reacted, turning to see the new sound. And you had reacted with your companion dog."

She still frowns. "I don't know."

"I do know. Yawbo, do it, too it!" Kimkat laughs with Yawbo.

Yawbo presses a button. A set of long blinds slowly drops down and covers each bright glass window blocking out the sunshine. The room becomes completely dark. The three dogs wiggle wit nervousness but do not attack or bark. On one of the side glass windows, a black tinted metal sheet drops down from the ceiling tiles and then stops in place, glittering in matching dark minerals. Then, a hologram of the room with the trio of citizens appears and starts playing the repeated scene.

When Yawbo performed his selected minor hearing test, rattling a tin can of coins, without words but movement, each dog and human reacted, turning to see the new sound.

Then, Kimkat performed her selected minor hearing test, clapping her hands, without words but movement, each dog and human reacted and then turned to see the new sound.

Then, Yawbo performed his second selected minor hearing tests, beating on a drum head, without words but movement, each dog and human reacted, returning back to see the new sound.

Then, Kimkat performed her second selected minor hearing test, whistling through her partied lips, each dog and human returned back and stared at Kimkat, except for Gladino.

Gladino turned and frowned with annoyance at the wall, looking down, eating her face with both of her hands. Her company dog Buddy continued to react to the new sound.

The image pauses and holds the picture of Gladino eating her face. Inside the dark room, Kimkat points at the image with a nod. "Did you see that reaction?"

Icky frowns at the image. "What reaction? Who had reacted? I see the three humans and the three dogs. What am I missing here?"

Kimkat nods at the image. "Gladino had not reacted to the whistling sound. She had turned away from the third test and did not follow the new sound on the opposite side of the room that I was creating on purpose."

Gladino laughs out loud and nods with a smile. "I am the smartest of the trio."

Kimkat frowns. "No! You are missing my point."

She slaps her chest with a sour frown. "No! I am missing my job duties. I have accomplished nothing here. The time is high, and the sun is getting low. We need to leave and return back to the city. The carriage is not equipped for nighttime flying. Everyone, follow me, right now!"

Yawbo continues to sit in the sitting chair, on the opposite side of the dark room, and presses a new button on his remote control device. On the metal sheet, the old image vanishes and is replaced with a new image.

The new hologram image displayed a skeleton outline on each sitting human and standing companion dog.

At the prefrontal cortex lobe on the companion dog, a tiny dot blinked in dark blue hue. A matching tiny dot in blue hue also blinked on the forehead of Freckles and Icky, but not Gladino.

In the dark room, Kimkat points at the new hologram image. "Do you see that pale blue dot? You can't miss the blinking pale blue hue. That....is the miracle neurotransmitter that connects the human to their companion dog."

Freckles gasps in shock. "That is impossible."

"That is possible." She smiles.

"I don't believe it." Freckles frowns.

"I do believe it." Kimkat grins.

Gladino sneers at Freckles. "What does that nasty opinion mean, to me, old woman? Nothing! I am wasting my time with you, you, you, you, and you. I am leaving."

Icky continues to stare at the image with amusement and then looks down, patting the furry skull bone on Ibeam. "Who are you, really? What are you, really, Dr. Kimkat?"

Yawbo presses the button. The hologram image disappears from the metal sheet. Then the metal sheet slowly rises up from the floor along with the other individual window treatment which exposes the nighttime sky with billions of bright twinkling stars and an array of dancing bright moonlight rays.

Behind the row of glass windows, in the sitting chair, patting the cat, Kimkat slaps her chest with a smile. "I am an ancient medical human physician and animal scientist, Icky."

Freckles frowns. "What did you do to me? I am somehow linked to my dog."

Kimkat giggles with a smile and a nod to Freckles. "Good! You are supposed to be."

Gladino returns back and frowns at Kimkat. "What does that statement mean? It means nothing to me."

Freckles slaps her chest and returns back, nodding to Kimkat. "I, too, had witnessed some type of connection or transmitter or mineral compound between the owner and the companion dog. for the past two months, I have been trying to uncover one or more different characteristics between a MUTT person versus an Auto-crap thing." Icky laughs with a nod to Kimkat. Freckles continues. "An Autocrat student was studying to become a medical scientist, when she was reported as a MUTT spy. Then she and her dog safely fled from the gang of nasty killing Enforcers and arrived there at the hidden MUTT headquarters. Then, the smart medical student started working on the issue of fly-snapping problem that was affecting some of the companion dogs."

"That is impossible, ya know. I promise." Kimkat laughs.

"My medical intern used an old-fashioned MRI machine or magnetic resonance image and show me and Icky the same skeleton outline on the owner and the companion dog. When the owner started performing some weird tricks using her two or one hands or her one leg or her one foot, her companion dog copied the same weird trick, such like, a magical moment or telepathic thought or a mind reading method or something really bizarre. I started to believe the mental connection between the owner and the dog. The medical scientist intern had studied some type of secretively hidden medical notes coming from you, Dr. Kimkat. Then, she started shouting out your name. Then, I started shouting out your name and ended up here through a complex means that I will not repeat. Can you provide scientific proof of the mental magical connection between the human owner and the canine dog, Dr Kimkat? I do believe you, but I can't prove it. I do believe that the leader of the free world needs some scientific proof also."

Kimkat continues to pat the furry head on the cat and exhales with annoyance at the row of young people, nodding her bone skull to Freckles. "The love affair with a canine had been started 15,000 years ago. I wasn't birthed then either." Icky laughs. She continues. "Five hundred years ago, half of the families in the ancient country of America owned a dog. The dog was a part of their family life. Then the financial economy fell. The American family failed, and their American family dog or dogs were abandoned into the city streets or the country highways quickly dying from car accidents or slowly starving to death..."

"What!" Gladino frowns. "Are you crazy, old woman? That has not and does not occur here in my country of Authority. Where do you hail from, old woman? I should send you back to your foreign country. Yes, I will send you back once I find out your real identity."

Kimkat smiles and points to her forehead. "The prefrontal cortex or the chemical remote control devise inside the brain matter is the last of the brain structures to develop inside the human fetus and a baby puppy."

Icky points with a smile at the old woman. "Yeah, that right! I know that too!"

"Shut up, Icky!" Freckles sneers at Icky and stares at the old woman.

He chuckles. Well, I did!"

Kimkat drops her hand and nods to the citizen. "So, the chemical remote control devise, in the brain matter, runs the taste buds, decisions, attention, emotions, short-term memory, working memory, speech, logical reasoning. However ..."

"There is always the word, however," Icky chuckles.

"That's right, sonny boy!" Yawbo smiles with a nod to Kimkat.

She nods. "The remote control devise is a sponge that accesses and also receives electrons of information through each tiny neuron that houses the human emotions, speaking words, memories, eyeball perceptions, taste, motor skills, and orientation for action," the old woman taps her forehead. "Here! Here! Right here! The prefrontal cortex suppresses the urge to attack your enemy, kill your cheating wife, yell at your kids, and other outrageous, wild, aggressive and murderous actions. Thus, cellular, molecular, electronic, physical damage to the prefrontal lobe results in terrible emotional behaviors and social interactions."

Freckles nods with a stern face. "I know that. The prefrontal cortex is the largest section in a human's brain and the dog's brain and any mammal's brain. So, why is all of this shared medical information important here?"

Kimkat nods to Freckles. "During a manual task with your hands or your feet or your entire body, the chemical remote control devise guides the information through your biological body, controlling each one of your actions, concentrating your attention on your new decision, without defaulting to a natural instinct or an inclination of whatever. The act is a learning technique within the baby mind that continues to grow and then matures, until the teenager reaches young adulthood. So, the prefrontal cortex in a newborn puppy is still growing and developing, without a bad behavior or a nasty emotion or a social issue, like a newborn human baby. Decades ago, the medical scientists had learned that the human patho-physiological clinical disorders, such like, substance addiction, schizophrenia, and mind dementia had affected the regulation of emotion, behavioral flexibility, working memory, and decision making, in turn, had been housed in the prefrontal cortex. Thus, new medical research led to new medical science and then ended all of these terrible, horror human patho-physiological disorders for all of man-kind and woman-kind. Now, in the field of neuroscience, a neurotransmitter is..."

"Wait! Why are neurotransmitters important here?" Freckles frowns at Kimkat.

"I am getting confused and a headache," Icky reaches down and pats the furry skull on Ibean, exhaling with frustration. Ibeam looks up and smiles at Icky relating back his happiness.

Kimkat continues. "A neurotransmitter is the chemical messenger in the human body that uses the nervous system to transmit messages from the neurons to the muscles, such like, walking. One neurotransmitter tickles each brain cell in one of three ways by exciting or inhibiting or modulating. The neurotransmitter dopamine controls motor control, reward and reinforcement, and motivation. A different neurotransmitter noradrenalin controls blood pressure, heart rate, liver function. Another different neurotransmitter norepinephrine controls attentiveness, emotions, sleeping, dreaming, and learning. Another different neurotransmitter serotonin results in sleep, memory, appetite and mood. The neurotransmitter histamine controls metabolism, body temperature and regulates hormones and also controls sleep-wake cycle.

Freckles sits on the edge of the sofa and wiggles her body, waving both of her arms in the air, nodding her bone, skull. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" She drops both of her hands and slaps her kneecaps. "One of the big daddy neurotransmitters is glutamate which excites the neurons and affects learning, memory, and brain development within the human body. However, excess glutamate in the brain causes anxiety, restlessness, the inability to focus. If the human body produces too much glutamate, then the body becomes toxic and the effects results in cell damage that leads to death, coming from body seizures and death brain cells. A life form needs their brain cells to live and breathe."

Kimkat nods. "That is correct, Freckles. Food stuffs of tomatoes, cheese, meat, soy sauce supply natural glutamate that affects the human body when eaten."

She nods. "A long time ago, the nasty medical scientist created a man-made chemical glutamic acid protein that contained 78 percent glutamate, 12 percent sodium salt, and 10 percent fresh water. When a human had eaten and then ingested the man-made chemical glutamic protein, the human experienced a set of rapid, excitable neurons that created a firestorm of nerve impulses. Decades later, the man-made chemical glutamic protein was banned in all food stuffs and for all humans."

"However, the production of L-glutamine boosts immune cell activity in the guts preventing infection and inflammation, soothing the intestines and reducing intestinal spasms also. When the excitable glutamate neurons are low, the brain creates insomnia for the human and concentration issues within the human's mind."

Icky frowns at Kimkat and then his girl Freckles. "What are you telling us, Freckles? What is she telling, to us, Freckles?"

Freckles turns and winks at Icky. "Dr. Kimkat is talking about chemical messages that affect the brain and the body. A great example of a big daddy neurotransmitter in the brain matter is adrenaline, which is also a hormone. The hormone adrenaline is naturally occurring synthesized, stored, and released from the adrenal glands and creates the fight or flight or fright response in both a human and a mammal. A strong emotional reaction, such like, fear or anger or a crisis releases the hormone into the bloodstream that affects all of body the tissues, increasing the cardiac and the nervous systems.

Within the cardiac system, the heart organ beats faster and work harder, increasing coronary and cerebral pressures which increases oxygen exchange at cellular level. A pair of lungs increases the respiratory rate during the dynamic crisis for a human..."

"... and a dog." Icky nods.

She nods with a smile. "Yes, the flight or fight or freight response applies to the mammals.

More of the metabolic body changes include, such like, inhibits insulin secretion by the pancreas stimulating blood glucose and fatty acids in the liver and muscles providing energy production within the cells throughout the nervous system of the human body and many animal's nervous system also. The adrenaline stimulates pupil dilation response also that was first observed with the dilation of the cat's eyeballs right before a cat fight. If the human becomes stressed with a physical threat, excitement, loud noises, bright lights and high or low body temperatures. Also, the rush of adrenaline is sometimes called a...."

"Adrenaline junkie!" Gladino swiftly stands upright from the chair and turns with a sneer, yelling out loud at the MUTT pair. "You and you and your dogs are a set of unpredictable adrenaline junkies. This entire MUTT battle war is a gang of nasty adrenaline junkies that like to pursuit novel and intense experiences without regard for physical, social, legal and financial risk to me, my leadership, my city and my country, you, MUTTs with your mutt dogs."

Freckles turns and growls at the Autocrat lady, "Gladino, you are wrong, as usual. Risky sports activities, substance abuse, unsafe sex, and criminal acts increase the level of adrenaline hormones inside the human body during mental mind stress. On the opposite coin of the adrenaline behavior, a human becomes super-human and performs incredible feats saving their loved ones. That is one big daddy neurotransmitter that affects the brain and the body on every life form that lives here on Planet Earth." She exhales with frustration and shakes her curls at Icky. "For decades, the medical science team members modified the human mind by messing around with each one of the big daddy neurotransmitters. The neurotransmitter acetylcholine releases motor neurons within the nervous system and also maintains human cognitive function. Damage to this chemical massager causes Alzheimer disease in a human, which was eliminated decades ago. Thus, the older and wiser human mind need never contract the disease again. But, what does a neurotransmitter have to do with a canine, specifically my companion dog and my person?"

Kimkat laughs. "I don't believe that you don't know."

Freckles frowns and shakes her curls at Kimkat. "No. No. I do not know. What should I know?"

She smiles. "A human and a dog shares the serotonin neurotransmitter in the brain matter, when the human pets the companion dog for fifteen minutes, which lowers the stress hormone and produces a feeling good emotion for the canine. The canine breed dog shares the same hormones and affects the same chemical changes, during an emotional state of mind. A canine possesses excitable neurotransmitters..."

"... and stimulates the brain into action that affects behavior, including norepinephrine, acetylcholine, and adrenaline hormones," Freckles continues. "The dog's adrenaline hormone produces the flight or fight or fright response, where the heart organ pumps harder, opens the airways, and increases the blood flow to the muscles to the bodily threat from a predator. The dog's norepinephrine is a mood enhancer with a positive effect in the brain. Cortisol is a steroid hormone that releases high stress within the brain matter that results in a flight response. Cortisol is nicknamed the stress hormone. When the level of cortisol blood is high, the dog becomes fearful and anxious."

"I do not think so." Kimkat softly chuckles and shakes her curls at Freckles.

Freckles nods. "A dog possesses inhibitory neurotransmitters which decreases the body action, that includes the shared human serotonin and dopamine. The dog's serotonin chemical is found in the intestinal tract and the nervous system that produces feelings of happiness and well-being which is nicknamed the feel-good hormone. If a dog is aggressive, then canine possesses a low level of serotonin in its blood."

"I do not think so," Kimkat giggles with a wink to Freckles.

"The dopamine neurotransmitter coordinates the motor skills, attention, reinforcement, and reaction that impacts the mood in the brain matter, that produces a happy canine. When the dopamine level is high, the dog becomes agitated, impulsive, and reactive to any and all terrible and happy situations."

"I do not think so," Kimkat smiles.

Freckles nods. "When the dopamine level is low, the dog becomes lazy to any and all situations."

"I do not think so," Kimkat grins. "There! You heard it here first and last. A human and a dog share common brain neurotransmitters. A long time ago, when the doggie behavior was nasty or bad to the family members, the other family animals, family friends, and all the neighborhood canines, the medical science team members developed medical medications that affected almost all of the brain neurotransmitters. The modern doggie medications speed up the learning process for a nasty behavior with some terrible results including side effects, relapses back into the same nasty doggie behavior, long-term medication reaction or did not work at all. The only neurotransmitter, which could not be affected, was the serotonin neurotransmitter that regulates and modulates mood, sleep, anxiety, sex, and appetite."

Icky frowns and shakes his bone skull. "That is an interesting scientific statement. A long time ago, if the serotonin levels were low in a human, then the human ate an antidepressant medication pill, which treated his depression, anxiety, panic disorder, and panic attacks, that improved his emotional human mood mode, reduce anxiety emotions, suppress arousal sexual acts, and improve sleep habits in the brain and throughout his human body. However, on the other side, I have seen an aggressive canine produce a purring sound and rest on its side for its owner and family members and family friends and new friends by the dog breed, which is unnatural."

Kimkat nods. "You are correct on both accounts, Icky. A troubled human needed to eat man-made drugs along with his dog. But, gone are these days and times. Right here and right now, a dog and a puppy both share common brain neurotransmitters that makes the canine and its owner happy and feel good and ..."

"No! No! No! You are wrong with your biological information, Dr. Kimkat." Freckles frowns. "When you kiss on a puppy, you feel love, but the puppy does not recognize the gesture of affection, only the human hand touch of love. As the puppy grows older, the puppy learns love and hate and horror and happiness coming from a group of humans and other domestic or wild animals. Yeah, a human and a dog, both are an individual but independent life form and shares lots of biological features, such like, bones, blood, tissues, eardrums, tongue, neurotransmitters and other chemical components. You...you can't conclude that one single brain neurotransmitter affects both the human and the dog, at the same time, and... and... is somehow mentally connected the dog to its mistress. That...that's a crazy, insane mental mind thought."

"I have been announcing that the old woman is a crazy lady. Does everyone agree now?" Gladino nods with a smirk to Kimkat.

Freckles frowns. "A brain neurotransmitter is a big thing inside a human's body that operates the entire human body. No scientist truly knows the number of minor and major chemical messengers. No one person or pet or thing or monster or angel or demon or entity."

"You are missing my fine, finale, and final point, here, Freckles. A neurotransmitter is a chemical messenger that carries, boosts, balances, and releases the signal from the nerve cell that transmits an impulse to another nerve, muscle, organ, or other tissue throughout the body. Billions of chemical messengers affect physical and psychological functions including heart rate, sleep, sex, appetite, mood, fear which keep the brain learning, the two lungs breathing, the heart organ pumping, the two feet walking and thousands of other body and mind functions. For the trillions of chemical messengers to work properly, each one communicates and then connect to each other while crossing the entire body frame. An excitatory chemical messenger runs the fastest into the cell and then signals an immediate working command throughout the healthy body. An inhibitory chemical messenger reaches the cell and then does not work, because the hormone does not exist or is blocked by a genetic disorder, thus the cell function is abnormal. For example, the largest supply of chemical messengers is the glutamate hormone that controls memory and learning.

"So, your brain matter must contain a low dosage, which does what, again?" Gladino laughs with Icky.

Kimkat nods with a smile. "An endorphin in the human, like a canine, is produced naturally by the body in response to pain making both the dog and the human experience pleasurable euphoria emotions."

Icky leans down with a smile and pets the furry skull on Ibean, whispering to his dog. "Are your endorphins working overtime inside your doggie body, while you flirt with Fancy, Ibean?" He laughs and then sits upright, staring at Kimkat.

Kimkat nods. "Carbon monoxide is a colorless and odorless gas that produces toxic fumes which fatally effects each life form, when the life form is exposed to high levels. Did you know this? The human body produces a carbon monoxide neurotransmitter that modulates the inflammatory responses within the body." She chuckles with Yawbo.

"What!" Icky gasps in shock and turns to view Freckles. "Is that right? Do I produce toxic fumes from my human body? Is it dangerous for me or my dog or my girl?"

Freckles nods to Kimkat and explains to Icky. "Yes, she is right about that particular useful carbon monoxide chemical messenger. But, a brain neurotransmitter is a big thing inside a human's body that operates the entire human body, which maintains human life functions, every millisecond of the day and night. No scientist truly knows the number of minor and major chemical messengers exist in the human body and the identification of an active neurotransmitter is very difficult to identify, unless you could cut open a live human and trace the neurotransmitter through the blood, the bones, the organs, the tissues."

"Let's not do that, Freckles!" Icky smiles.

She exhales with annoyance at her boyfriend Icky and the medical physician Kimkat, tapping her foot in frustration. "For a brain neurotransmitter to work properly, any and all and one single chemical messenger is born, in the neuron cell, within the brain matter. The enzyme or the hormone must be present in the neuron cell within the brain matter too. Enough of the chemical messenger is present to affect the neuron cell, within the brain matter also. The chemical messenger is released from the neuron cell and then shoots throughout the biological and chemical body components, receiving the correct receptor. You know, receptor or receive the mind command for some physical body action," she giggles with the others and then clears her throat with a sour frown. "Finally, there is a reuptake mechanism that stops the action of the newly created chemical messenger flying throughout the biological body. Else, the body will die from an overload or an overtime or an overhaul with a new chemical messenger signal. The end of this insane, crazy, poco-loco human conversation!"

"O dear!" Kimkat nods with a giggle to Freckles. "However, of course, when things go wrong, the body does not work."

Freckles gasps in shock. "What!"

She smiles. "When the brain cells do not produce enough of the chemical messenger, the body does not work. When too much of the chemical is released into the body, the body does not work. When an enzyme deactivates too many chemical messengers, the body does not work. When the chemical messenger is quickly absorbed into the cell, the body does not work. When the chemical messenger is affected by a genetic disease..."

"Yeah!" Freckles frowns. "A long, long time ago, natural medicines or man-made medications had been prescribed to influence each non-working or low dose or non-existence chemical messenger that treated but did not cure addiction, schizophrenia, depression, or anxiety. But that was a long, long time ago, a human does not need natural medicines or man-made medications. The human is a perfect species within the planet, right now."

"Heroin." Kimkat smiles.

"What!" Freckles gasps in shock.

"Cocaine."

"What!"

"Marijuana."

"What!"

"Caffeine." Kimkat laughs.

"What!" Freckles frowns.

She nods. "The illicit drug heroin which comes from the seed pod of the opium poppy flower. the poppy flower is a natural product from Mother Nature. Sniffing the powdery heroin into the two nose holes traveling directly into the brain matter and then affects all of the brain neurotransmitters, where the human body feels so good and high that the human mind does not wanna leave their artificial environment," she chuckles with Yawbo. "Caffeine is a natural enzyme which is produced from the dirt of Mother Nature and the natural root plant. A man-made beverage that contains the caffeine enzyme artificially increases the neurotransmitter glutamate level, where the human stays awake and then alert as opposed to sleeping and resting peacefully."

"What!" Freckles frowns.

Kimkat slaps her chest and nods with a smile to Freckles. "I have discovered a new artificial external neurotransmitter that comes directly from a canine, who is the product of the Prime Creator. The new artificial neurotransmitter is not produced in the human neuron but hangs out there for fun. The enzyme or the hormone is present in the brain. There is the exact amount of the new artificial neurotransmitter which affects the brain matter in the human. The new artificial neurotransmitter is present and only lives within the brain matter in the human and does not need to be replenished. The new artificial neurotransmitter binds to the correct receptor or receptors, in which, I do not know which body receptor as I must conduct more tests. But, at the moment, I do not care to do that. And finally, the new artificial neurotransmitter does not stop working within the brain matter, in the human and continues until foreverly," she laughs with her friend Yawbo as the others stare at the mad woman medical physician. She clears her throat and then smiles. "A brain neurotransmitter is the remote control devise on the human body. The remote control devise is comprised of billions of neurons, where the neuron cell system is complex and interconnected. Else, the human could not walk, talk, and tap on the screen of their mobile telephone without running into a solid brick wall," she laughs with Yawbo and then smiles. "Throughout the decades, a human neurotransmitter had been affected by disease, drugs, and injures, where modern day science had corrected. The human brain matter has always been affected by an outside artificial chemical matter and I have discovered a new one coming from the sweaty, wet nose on a dog that can be injected into the human brain. And it works perfectly." She nods with a smile to the row of guests.

Freckles stands upright from the sofa and frowns with annoyance, waving both of her arms at Kimkat. "Wait! Wait! Wait! This is all impossible."

She nods. "I just told my story."

Freckle frowns. "I heard a fairy tale."

"I visually demonstrated the single difference between a MUTT human and an Auto-crap human as you so elegantly call each other."

Freckles huffs. "I viewed an entertainment program."

"I medically illustrated the connected and shared new artificial neurotransmitter."

Freckles hisses. "I saw a horror movie."

Kimkat shakes her curls and wears a sour frown. "Well, I have poured my soul and my story into words and visual aids. I can do no more here."

On the opposite row of furniture items, on top of the shared sofa with his girlfriend Freckles. Icky stands upright from the chair and stands beside Freckles, waving both of his hands, nodding to Kimkat. "Wait! Wait! Wait here a moment! I possess an open mind for everything as I am involved in lots of nasty stuff, like a killing and then dying war, that I wanna get out of." He sits back down and reaches out, jerking the arm on Freckles down beside his body, cuddling his girl, nodding with a smile to Kimkat. "All right! I am ready. If you really did puncture your forehead with a dissolving needle of puppy sweat, which affected your mind, so where is the puppy? Did the puppy live and grow up to become a mature dog? Is the mature dog alive?"

Kimkat nods with a smile. "Thank you for possessing an open mind, sir. That is an excellent question. The answer is yes. My puppy grew into the mature dog, the Feist dog breed." She turns and whistles, then calling out loud. "Fester! Fester, come here to me!" The Feist dog breed is sitting beside Yawbo, after the cat had jumped down from her lap. The dog turns and stands upright from the floor, wiggling its tail, dropping open its mouth, then pink tinted tongue. The dog dashes ahead and crashes into her legs. She leans down and pets the dog with a smile.

Freckles turns and frowns at the dog, following the dog back to Kimkat, jabbing her unpolished, nicely trimmed fingernail at Kimkat. "What! That's impossible. That dog would be hundreds of years old, if you fairy tale is correct."

She continues to pet the dog and looks up, winking at Freckles. "My story is correct and the dog is hundred years old."

"What! How! When! Why! Where!" Icky gasps in shock.

Kimkat stops petting the dog and then sits back, exhaling with annoyance, staring at the row of guests. "I have told my story, the long version. I will repeat using the shorter version. I was not birthed in the city or the country of Authority. I came from another country."

Gladino jabs a nicely manicured dark green tinted, round-shaped, sharp fingernail and a sour frown at Kimkat, "And you are going back to that same country too; once I wrap up and win the MUTT War against the gang of adrenaline junkies and their ugly mutt dogs." She drops her hand down into her lap and then turns with a growl, staring at the nose profile on Icky.

Icky does not bother to view the selfish, greedy Autocrat lady but Ibean turns and softly growls back at Gladino for threatening his master.

Kimkat nods. "Let's see if I can remember the beginning ancient world history of the Authority nation. The earliest settlers were actually world sailors and crash-landed a fleet of wooden sailing boats on the white-tinted sandy shoreline, in the country of Authority, 350 years old ago. After the dirt farmers had claimed all the farmland soil for food crops and livestock meat while feeding the growing hunger population, the first established organization of leaders had formed 217 years and two months ago," she chuckles with the others, but Gladino. Gladino hisses at the smart medical physician as her current Authority leadership reign has only been two months with a series of terrible news and an array of horrible disasters in her court, her city, her country and her person. Kimkat smiles. "The first leader was called First Daughter and was named Euso."

Gladino returns back and smiles at Kimkat. "Euso was my great-great grandmother and she started the line of female leadership that became known as the modern day Autocrats. My great-great grandmother Euso had honorably ruled gathering all of the different peoples into one single nation with love, respect, kindness, joy, harmony, and peace. She had ruled for ten years and then she died at the age of 71 years old."

Kimkat nods. "Then, the world of Authority turned ugly and then uglier pitting brother against brother, sister against sister, dog against dog, cat against cat, beast against beast. After First Daughter Euso retired, her first born daughter was named Uranna, who took over the thankless job," she laughs with the others, but Gladino.

Gladino fakes a smile. "My great-grandmother Uranna had ruled for 21 years and faced numerous difficulties that plagued all of the citizens, including sickness, disease, hunger, poverty issues. Uranna died at the age of 83 years old. Then, her first born biological daughter and my biological grandmother Kamure took the country by storm and ruled for 27 years, completely conquering sickness, disease, hunger, and poverty for each person and each canine. The nation of Authority was alive and prosperous and healthy increasing the population, especially with canines. She retired at the age of 60 years old and then died at the age of 85 years old. My..."

Icky lifts his palm and nods to Kimkat. "Wait, Gladino! We know the history of the Authority nation as we are natives and citizens too. We wanna know and learn more information about Dr. Kimkat and her arrival here in the country of Authority."

Kimkat nods. "I arrived here at the age of 22 years old and I was immediately employed by the local farmers here in the Farmlands. I came into the third year of your great-grandmother's reign..."

"What! What! What!" Freckles gasps in shock and as Fancy growls at Kimkat.

"No! No! No way!" Icky frowns and as Ibeam growls at Kimkat.

Gladino shakes her curls and gasps in shock and as Buddy continues to lie on the floor with boredom. "That is impossible. That's not possible. That means! That means..."

"I am 120 years old." Kimkat smiles.

Freckles swiftly stands upright from the sofa cushion and wiggles her body at Kimkat and as Fancy copies the movements of her mistress. Freckles shouts out loud in panic, "What! What! What!"

"No! No! No!" Gladino quickly stands upright from the single chair and shakes her curls at Kimkat also and as Buddy continues to lie on the floor in boredom.

Icky stands upright in shock and then turns with a wink at Yawbo and as Ibean turns and stares at the older male also. "And how old are you, Yawbo?"

Yawbo smiles back at Icky. "Older."

Kimkat nods. "How is this impossible? I just explained the scientific and medical application hours ago. I guess I will repeat the short version here, again."

Gladino sits back down and then sneers at Kimkat. "No. You are fibbing. I do not like fibbers. If you had somehow been living here, when my grandmother Kamure ruled Authority, then you tell me something about her?"

Freckles gasps in alarm. "So, you altered the dog's DNA. How did you alter the DNA in each puppy? Why did you alter the DNA strands in each puppy?"

Kimkat smiles. "I didn't."

Freckles frowns. "Then, I am thoroughly confused."

Icky frowns. "I am thoroughly confused, too."

Gladino hisses. "I am thoroughly annoyed, miffed off, frustrated."

Kimkat sits in silence and then speaks. "Your grandmother Kamure introduced the concept of the..."

"... TECH machine. Everyone knows that fact. You are fibbing so fast that I ..." Gladino sneers.

"Kamure always wore a dull colored peach tinted long gown when she spoke to the citizens."

Gladino frowns. "I know that too. Everyone knows that also coming from the ancient recordings that are kept inside the Science Building. That does not qualify as a unique feature from my grandmother, whom you did not know or meet or whatever."

Kimkat smiles. "Kamure always waved to the crowd with one hand, never using both of her arms or her ten wiggling fingers. She used her one hand without the wiggling fingers." Gladino gasps in shock and does not speak.

"Is Dr. Kimkat correct, Auto-crap lady?" Icky laughs.

"Yeah," Gladino mumbles.

"Well, I hear a yeah noise coming from the parted lips on the proper Auto-crap lady. Then, it is so. Please, continue with your story, again, Dr. Kimkat." He smiles.

Kimkat nods. "After I had been accidentally stubbed with the needle of puppy sweat that dissolved into my skin and then penetrated my brain matter, I started to monitor my biological and chemical human body. I was slightly worried that I might have affected my chemistry. I took my heart rate, pulse, body weight, body height, body temperature, checked my hearing, my taste buds, my nose holes, my eyeballs and the other body parts. And I monitored the puppy's body and vital clinical signs like a good researcher. The puppy continued to grow and eat well, but would not leave my person. The other test dogs and test puppies always returned back home in better health to their owner or their mama dog, but this stubborn puppy. I tried to hand the puppy back to his mother, but she rejected her son and her son rejected her. So, I gave up and kept the little fellow. The puppy followed me everything into the kitchen for food, into the bedroom for sleep, into the bathroom for peeing. I could not become separated from the puppy, so I accepted that the puppy had become traumatized, during my weird accident, and the little fellow was too afraid of leaving me or being alone. I didn't note at first, but my body started changing. My skull grew longer and stronger. My eyeballs could see for miles and miles without seeing through a set of binoculars. My hearing improved picking up a set of faint sounds from wild animals deep in the forestland. I could hear a baby calf moo for its mama cow. My smell scent improved. I could smell the stinky horse, cow, sheep, pig, chicken shit piles and I could distinguish each one. That was very unique and weird and unusual. My skin was glowing and glossy and shiny, like I had just left a fresh bath shower. I was stronger within each muscle class, including my arms, my hands, my feet, my legs, my thighs, my rib cage. After a month of monitoring my personal body, I was a stronger, smarter, sassy, stubborn human. The puppy never left my side and always slept on the floor next to the bed frame, growing taller, stronger, smarter, sassy, and stubborn with me also. Granted, I was a young adult in my twenties and a healthy female, so I abandoned my worries and concentrated on administering more of my plant concoction to the farm dogs. My research results were the same, a little bit of improvement in the health of the canine and cats.

One day, one of the older dogs was not happy about my plant concoction or my injection method, snapping at my body, piecing my arm which produced blood. I yelped like a puppy and released the old dog, taking the mature animal back to its owner and farmlands. All of the dogs and puppies had received their annual vaccination as each canine roamed around other people, pets, and property livestock that provided food and goodies for all the citizens. I was not worried about contracting any type of dog-human disease or infection. The bite was relatively minor but majorly painful on my tender skin. I sucked up the pain and then medically treated the wound, wrapping my injured arm with care, slowly continuing my research work. However, my puppy was yelping and complaining, limping around on one of its front legs, like the puppy was injured. I became concerned and immediately examined the puppy, not finding an open wound or a sliced skin or missing hair strands or biting ticks or fleas or bugs or a sprained limb or a broken bone. I was really confused and puzzled. I stopped my research work and sat down on the floor in front of the animal, observing my puppy, who was nine months old while scattering my medical equipment and medical notebook around my body like a good researcher. And I have been monitoring both of our clinical signs, since my accident. I was worried that my puppy was having some flashback trauma for me, due to the attack at my biological body from the mature, old dog. The puppy stopped and then rested on top of the floor a few feet from my person, plopping the injured leg over the healthy front leg, leaning down, licking the skin. However, I did not see that the patch of yellow tinted skin was not tore or cut or bruised or missing fur strands. The image was disturbing. I reached over and gently touched the spot on his leg, which was wet from his tongue licking. The puppy did not yelp out loud or cry in pain. And I did not feel a tore or cut or bruise or broken bone or missing hair strands or attacking ticks or fleas or bugs. I leaned down and smelled the wet fur on the targeted spot without sniffing up dried or wet blood. Blood has a delicate odor, if you are trained to detect it. I did not sniff up a bug or loose hair strands or doggie dandruff or pieces of doggie flesh. I sat back and pondered the sad scene with the puppy. The puppy leaned down and stated licking the same perfectly healthy patch of dog fur, without an external wound. So, there must be an internal wound like a bruised tendon or a bleeding blood vein.

"I reached over and pulled out the atomizer device that could detect an internal injury without touching the patient or ripping off the skin and tissue to view the broken bone. I activated the medical device and pointed at the puppy patient, seeing the internal flow of blood proteins, healthy skin tissue, unbroken bones, and intact muscles. The puppy was very healthy, and I was very confused. I disconnected the devise and placed back down on the floor, pondering the clinical issue with my new tiny patient.

"I reached down and massaged my aching arm with the dog bite, when the puppy yelped in pain. I gasped in shock and removed my hand from the bandaged wound. Then, the puppy moaned with suffering and then started to lick on the wound again, like the puppy was experiencing a dog bite wound. I was totally shocked and confused.

"I reached out and touched my healthy arm with the other hand, rubbing the limb, pinching the skin, gently pounding on the forearm. The puppy did not react but continued to lick on the targeted spot with the pretend wound. I dropped my healthy arm down on the floor and pounded my folded fist on the hard surface, without disturbing the puppy again. I lifted my healthy arm in the air and watched the puppy, who continued to lick its pretend wound. Then I exhaled with worry and intrigue, slowly lowering my arm with a folded fist and reached out, gently slapping the rear leg on the puppy and pulled up my hand. The puppy looked up and frowned at me with confusion, but he did not yelp in pain.

"Now, I was intrigue and curious with my new discover and I had found my new discovery impossible and unexplainable.

"I slowly reached down and gently tapped my index finger pad on my dog bite wound, feeling a quick tingling sensation that ricocheted throughout my nerves endings and returned back into my brain cells, lifting my finger in the air. The puppy stopped licking and wiggled side to side crying out loud in pain..."

"No! No! No! That is impossible." Freckles frowns.

"I give you credit, honey. You are the biggest fibber in the world." Gladino pointed at Kimkat and laughs out loud.

Icky gasps in shock and remains speechless, hearing the fairy tale, not believing the information.

Kimkat nods with a smile. "I came to the same conclusion. Within the puppy mind, a brain signal was sending out a pain factor that targeted the healthy spot, on that front leg of the puppy, for some unexplained reason. However, once I had cleared my confused mind. I realized that I was viewing the left front leg on the puppy, which matched my left arm with the dog bite. And after closer examination with my eyeballs, the puppy was licking a healthy patch of fur that was located at the same exactly spot, on my left arm, where the dog had bit into my flesh. The puppy thought its front limb had been bitten by a dog also and was licking the targeted spot, cleaning the wound. My mind was blown into outer space. How in the world did the puppy know which limb and which spot to lick with its tongue for cleaning a wound that was located on my left forearm and in the same exact spot?"

Freckles gasps in shock. "What did you do? How did you uncover the mysterious licking issue with the puppy?"

She nods. "I thought at first, the puppy sensed or saw my dog bite wound on my arm. The puppy was inside the room with me. Then the puppy did not know how to react and started licking its own front leg. But, that theory did not make any sense. A dog or a puppy reacts to a violent incident using a flight or fight or fright response. The puppy did not flee the room or engage with the older mature dog or pee in the floor from fright but stood there and watched me. Then, I fainted recalling that the puppy started yelping in alarm and dropped down on the floor, crying with fear. I was too busy with the older dog and handling my wound to observe or aid the puppy. Then, my brain cells created a new idea. I reached over and grabbed a sterile knife and..."

"You did not!" Freckles gasps in shock.

She smiles. I did, so. I had, too. I had to know if my working scientific theory was true or false. I gently sliced through the top layer of my flesh on my healthy arm opposite the dog wound on my left forearm, watching the puppy down on the floor. The puppy went crazy and yelped out loud, standing upright, shaking its bone skull and its body. Then, the puppy dropped back down on the floor loudly crying in pain, turning to lick on the opposite front leg in the exact same spot as my new cut on my right forearm coming from the sterile knife attack. I know the answer. I know the solution of my new problem. The dissolving needle of puppy sweat had acted like a brain neurotransmitter and magically connected my biological body with the biological body on the puppy by magic or thought or something. But I needed a second subject to test my new discovery."

Freckles gasps in shock. "No, you did not."

She nods with a wink to Freckles. "Yes, I did so. I traveled from the Farmlands and visited the city orphanage at Authority. During this time period, there was great civil upheaval and unemployment and violence and homeless people and pets. Your grandmother Kamure dealt with numerous civil, social, human and animal issues. Bless her little heart! She finally brought in more jobs and eventually was responsible for creating the TECH machine, that changed the city, the citizen, the country. There at the orphanage building, numerous children and infants had been abandoned by a set of terrible parents or one horrible parent or a pair of dead parents or a group of uncaring blood-kin relatives. I acted like a caring adult and wanted to adopt one of the infant babies. I was taken into the infant nursery first, which was filled with dozens of babies. I selected a male baby from the crib and signed some papers, adopting my first test human subject."

"You are an evil person." Gladino sneers.

Kimkat nods with a smile. "I carried my test subject home and also adopted a stray puppy on the way that was wandering in the city street while looking for a plate of warm food and a warm home. Then I performed a second research experiment. I gathered the puppy sweat from the nose holes and each sweaty paw into a testing dish and then created a dissolving needle of puppy sweat, punching the needle tip into the tender forehead on the baby boy. The baby did not even cry but moaned from the injection process on his delicate skin. Then I watched, very closely. The puppy slightly reacted more than the baby. The puppy sat down and gently scratched at its forehead, missing and continued to hit its floppy ear. Then the puppy was satisfied with the tickling itch and stood upright from the floor, running around with a full tummy of warm food, targeting the baby. I had placed the baby on the floor on top of a blanket to observe the research steps. The puppy immediately took an interest in the baby. When I physically transferred the puppy from the common room with the baby into the private bedroom, and closed the door, the puppy started yelping with loneliness and scratched on the wood without stopping. I opened the door and released the puppy, who dashed ahead and collided into the baby. The puppy licked his happy face and snapped at his tiny baby fingers and toes without hurting the baby. The puppy acted like it was a best friend for years. Then I had to test my next theory."

"You are an evil monster." Gladino frowns.

"I decided to reverse the test and subject the puppy to harm, not the baby. The baby was too young and could not distinguish types of pain coming from hunger, wetness, or abuse. I gently sliced using a sterile knife a small cut over the left front leg on the puppy, spilling red tinted blood proteins over the floor, my clothes, and the puppy. The puppy wailed in pain. A cut heals quicker than a bruise. I held the puppy and then treated the wound, releasing the puppy, watching the new action. The puppy loudly yelped and slowly limped over the floor to the baby. Then, the baby on top of the blanket started yelling out loud and kicking out all of its limbs in the air like someone had injured the infant.

"I ran over and examined the baby, not finding a cut or a bruise or a broken bone or a sprained joint or a bug. The puppy stopped and leaned over, cuddling with the baby, licking it new wound. I rocked the baby back asleep and placed near the puppy. Both the puppy and the baby went to sleep for the afternoon from an active and exciting morning. Now, I am an evil mad doctor. During the sleep period, I used a new sterile knife and gently sliced a new cut on the rear leg on the puppy. The puppy awoke and yelped in pain. Then the baby awoke and screamed in pain. However, there never was a visual mark or an internal injury on the baby coming from all of my human senses, my medical equipment, and my common sense. I was satisfied with my research subjects and my own personal experience. I had proven that the puppy sweat through the dissolving needle into the forehead on the human, somehow and someway, chemically had created a new brain neurotransmitter that magically connected the human to the targeted canine. I could not explain my discovery medically or clinically or scientifically or metaphysically or spiritually either. I was not a research physician. I was a medical physician for farmers and farm animals. I didn't know who to tell or who to inform or how to brag. The farmers were not very friendly and always very busy with farm duties.

"A few days later, the puppy had become healed completely, without scars on the skin, and I had become rapidly healed for some unexplained reason. The stray puppy and the orphaned baby would not leave each other. I offered the baby and the puppy to a childless farm couple, who loved both of their new babies. I still continued to visit the puppy and the baby noting their progress, until they were teenagers. But I knew the reason. I was convinced that the wet sweat from a canine provided a telepathic, biological, chemical, physical, psychological, emotional, and spiritual link between man and beast. I could not keep my new discovery a secret, but I had too. I wanted to share my secret with the world, but I didn't know who or how or when or where. So, I kept my results a secret deep down in my heart and inside my head. Then I decided to use my discovery and help all of the stray dogs that roamed the city streets searching for food and shelter and love."

"You did not!" Gladino gasps in shock.

"I did so." Kimkat giggles. "I went back to the orphanage and provided my medical services free of charge which allowed me to pierce the forehead on each tiny baby with one dissolving needle of sweat coming from one particular stray puppy dog. I introduced the puppy the next day and the baby was happy and playful. I started with all the infants and toddlers in the orphanage and each stray street puppy pairing the human and the puppy. The two babies were a hit and numerous baby-less couples adopted the pair. Once the puppies and infants were housed with a loving set of parents. I started piercing a dissolving needle of young dog sweat on each elementary child with a particular young canine. The legal authorities there at the orphanage were not happy and complained to the Authority leadership. However, once Kamure understood that the pairing of a dog with a child had resulted in a higher adoption rate, she whole-heartedly approved and then encouraged me to continue my magical touch, without comprehending my secret.

"All of the elementary school child had been adopted mostly to an older couple, without a set of kids or a house of pets. Then, I was challenged with the mischievous gang of parentless teenagers, who were rowdy, rough, tough, and stubborn like their particular older, mature stubborn canine. As the attending physician, I was allowed to visit each adopted child and offer an annual medical examination free of charge for the struggling family unit, which also allowed me to monitor the child and observe the canine. I discovered that each dog was healthy without contacting any type of skin disease or abnormal odor or allergies or skin infections or ear or eye diseases. The combined medical, chemical, biological, patho-psychological elements from the human to the dog or from the dog to the human made both life forms healthier, happier, and human, if I had to term the event. That event led me into offering more assistance with man and beast.

"However, I must report only a handful of the adopted teens with their individual companion dog had survived and lived into adulthood with their adoptive parents. There were various reasons and situations. But I had learned the true connection between the man and the beast. The most common cause of death was an accident with the dog that resulted in the death of the teenager, which was a troubling mystery. I had figured out through data collection, if the canine had become severely injured, then the teenager was severely injured also. Back then, the medical field was filled with numerous selfish medical physicians who only wanted coin for their talented clinical services and any medical medications. If the coin was not paid, the injured party died. I found the root cause of the death. The dog had become injured through play or prey, slowly dying on the street, in the house, in the yard along with its owner. The teen owner had become sick and the parents did not have coin or could not figure out the sickness. And the medical field for a pet was new and untested and untried. I, along with a few more farm veterinaries, had been trained to treat a domestic pet or a farm dog or one of the livestock animals. And we did not live in the city, only the countryside. So, the deaths occurred without mercy and compassion from the leaders of Authority."

"I heard that." Gladino growls.

"Good!" Kimkat frowns. "That was a sad time for both the citizens and canines. However, I had learned and then I had offered more of my physician time. And I had emptied out the orphanage and provided homes for most of the stray street dogs. There were always stray dogs and a homeless and helpless and hopeless stray bitch dog always had a litter of puppies. Either a citizen was single, not married, without a child or a couple was married and had one child or the couple did not have a child. So, I started visiting the local nursery in each hospital building..."

"What! What! What!" Freckles gasps in shock.

"No! No! No way!" Icky frowns.

Gladino shakes her curls and gasps in shock also. "That is impossible. That's not possible. That means! That means..."

"... I became a medical pedestrian and offered the new couple a new puppy coming from the city street with the help from the local Enforcers, who acted like a legal authority person over all of the local matters. The concept was half of a success. Some of the new couples or older couples did not want a puppy. The economy was coming prosperous and the married couple started having more children. The married couple usually accepted the first puppy for the first born child and then they declaimed more of the homeless puppies. So, I offered my services to the each young, mature and senior adult, who accepted my free medical physician services and punched their forehead tissue, inserting a particular, unique dog sweat protein into their brain matter. Then the puppy and the human were happy. I eye witnessed that first response with the new puppy. Then the puppy grew into a dog and then human was still a happy individual within their happy home with or without a family unit. When First Daughter Kamure had heard of the happy reunion of man and beast, she did not order but suggested that each human adopt a puppy or a mature dog. Over time, the pack of stray street dogs were either adopted into a loving home or eliminated from the planet. However, Kamure worked to quickly for my solo act as a medical physician. Some of the puppies and older dogs were adopted, before I could stab the human," she laughs.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Freckles exhales with worry. "Stop! Stop here! I have a ton of questions. I can comprehend your miracle medical experiment. But I cannot believe that stabbing a human with a particular needle of dog sweat somehow and someway connects the owner and the canine telepathically and medically and physically. This is one for the science fiction books," she laughs. "And you still continued to conduct your illegal and unethical research experiment on each innocent citizen and canine that resulted in almost all of the citizens possessing a canine, either puppy or dog. What happened to the paired adopted dog and the human that did not get stabbed into the forehead with your magic potion?"

Kimkat exhales with worry and then stares at Freckles, sliding her eyeballs to Icky and then stares at Gladino, pointing at Gladino with a stern face, "There!"

"What!" Gladino gasps in shock.

"What!" Freckles gasps in alarm.

"That explains a lot to me." Icky nods with a stern face.

Kimkat drops her hand and nods with a stern face. "I was the only person with the secret. I was the only physician with the touch," she giggles. "I was the alone and could not reach all of the citizens. After the suggestion from First Daughter Kamure, the citizens complied and adopted a dog or a puppy. That trend started the companion dog concept which lasts today. Every baby is paired with a puppy coming from the loving parents."

Freckles frowns. "Look! I understand that simple concept that is practiced currently today. Why didn't you confess your secret magical procedure to Kamure and the rest of the world? Because, lady, you are the root cause of the MUTT War."

She shakes her curls and frowns with worry, waving both of her arms, slapping her chest. "No! No! No! I am not. Each citizen and canine were living in peace and harmony. Every citizen, without a canine, was living in sweet joy. Kamure and her leaders wanted each citizen to enjoy life and work less, play more, so she created the concept of the TECH machine. I was one of the many, many smart scientists that worked on the original concept. The concept became a creation and then implemented throughout the city and placed inside each doorway of every public building. If TECH detects an illness in your biological body, then TECH will contact a physician for your health. If TECH detects a sickness within your companion dog, then TECH will a physician for the dog's health. The TECH computer saved lives, at first. Then, the group of smart but poor scientists became greedy with a pile of quickie riches from the brilliant computer design and wanted more riches and then upgraded the TECH machine. Then the TECH machine was placed inside each house and individuals started doubting their own thoughts, their own body, their own mind, listening to a cold, hard piece of steel. People were abandoning their pets, their family members, their friends, their work, their own sanity.

"I had mentioned all of this before. When a wandering hunger pet is looking for food and shelter without protection of a man or a woman, the pack of wild animals sees an easy prey and then attack, killing and then eating the poor dog. The city streets and some of the manicured lawns were hunting grounds for the packs of wild animals coming down from the forest mountain for easy food meal. Well, the stray dog and insane human became the new problem within the city limits of Authority. Once again, the brilliant team of scientists were called upon and solved the new wild animal problem, gathering their riches and upgraded the TECH machine with true wild animal DNA strands. Then the TECH machine was powered up, a new problem began..."

"Began! Started!" Freckles swiftly stands upright from the sofa cushion in fury, pointing at Kimkat with a fiery tone. "You are the root cause of the MUTT War. Admit it, ma'am!" She huffs with annoyance. "If you...you...have ditched your fun and secret doggie experiment down into a deep, dark cabinet, none of us would be standing here and hating each other and then fighting to the death. Admit it, lady!"

Kimkat looks down and stares at her dog, mumbling out loud. "Yes, I am the root cause of the MUTT War." She looks up and frowns at Freckles. "I was trying to help the stray animals."

Icky nods with a stern face to Kimkat. "I do understand now. I understand your magical touch between a citizen and a canine. I understand your compassion helping all of the stray dogs and abandoned orphanages. I understand your brilliant part in the TECH machine design. And I understand completely that you have continued both the human and mutt support and provided a great contribution to the country of Authority."

"I do not understand any of this, criminal lady." Gladino growls at both Icky and Kimkat.

"I am not talking to the Auto-crap lady either. But I do not understand. Why can't a female human or mutt produce a newborn baby human or a baby puppy?"

"What!" Freckles turns and stares at the nose profile on Icky.

"What!" Gladino turns and stares at the other nose profile on Icky.

Icky turns and nods to Freckles. "I can't believe you didn't figure that medical flaw first, Freckles. Since each MUTT human and mutt dog has been living in the Den, no female has become pregnancy. We live in close quarters and surround ourselves with plenty of men and woman and male and female dogs, who have not produced one human baby or puppy. Why is that, Kimkat?" He returns back and frowns at the medical physician.

Kimkat slowly nods and clears her throat, "I am afraid that is a side effect from the dog sweat neurotransmitter within the human brain matter that blocks all of the hormones and enzymes which are required to create a viable, healthy baby or puppy fetus within the mother's womb."

Gladino laughs out loud and claps with delight, turning to nod to Kimkat. "Then, I only need to watch and wait several decades and the MUTT population will die from attrition. I like you, Kee. You are my new best friend. Now, let us talk about a new coin arrangement, when I capture a sneaky spying spy, within the city of Authority. This is better than killing all of the mutt humans and their mutt dog," she continues to wiggle in the chair and laugh out loud with her ultimate victory over all of the MUTT humans. Now, she has a new plan to ride and then rid the MUTT humans from Authority.

On top of the sofa, Freckles sobs with her sad tears and reaches up, touching her forehead, "I do believe your words now. I love my companion dog Fancy. She loves me and sleeps with me and has never left my side, since our birth. Now, I know, understand and comprehend our new connection that is biological, chemical, emotional, medical, clinical, physical, psychological, genetic, and spiritual. Like all of the other newborn babies, in the nursery ward, you had used a molecular tool, the dissolving needle, and then punched into the cellular structure, my naked forehead, feeding my prefrontal cortex lobe with a new artificial chemical messenger, coming from my companion puppy's sweat protein, into my soft brain matter, which had resulted in a sudden increase in telepathic mind control, if you wanna use that old-fashioned science fiction term, with my companion puppy. Somehow, I knew. Someway, I felt it, too." Fancy stands upright and spin around to see Freckles, tilting her sad face at her mistress, feeling the sad emotions too without understanding the medical process. Freckles reaches down and pets her dog with a fake smile of love and worry. First Daughter Gladino now knows the difference between a MUTT human and an Autocrat human and she will relay this secret information to all of her warriors, who will come up with a new solution that will kill each MUTT human and their cute mutt dog.

Icky leans over and cuddles his girls with a sad face. The MUTT War will never end, until all of the MUTT humans die off or die out from battle attacks. Gladino can't stop dancing in her chair with the new enemy information. She will take the new information and share with the group of smart scientists figuring out a new method to kill a MUTT.

Freckles wipes off her wet face and then sniffs backup the wet mucus. "But, wait a minute! My parents received a puppy at birth and then was raised with that puppy into adulthood. Then my parents living with their mature dog had a child, which was me. My mom birthed a child. What is that possible? How is that possible, if my mom was touched by your hand as an infant baby in the hospital?"

Kimkat smiles. "Sometimes, human nature works without or with interference. Sometimes, I worked another miracle with a child-less couple. I discovered the flaw in the dog sweat protein later in my research. The group of specific hormones and enzymes for creating a viable human fetus was only blocked, not destroyed inside the body of the female. When each child-less couple came to me, I was able to unblock the hormones which then flowed nicely through the female body, creating a human fetus, birthing one child, no more. Yes, I am the root cause of that one, too. However, each child-less couple was not obliged or ordered to come and be seem, visiting one of the other medical physicians, who could not help."

Icky growls. "Why didn't you tell everyone then? Why did you keep your secret, a secret from everyone, Dr. Kimkat?"

Kimkat exhales with annoyance. "There are too many reasons. The wild animal DNA strand embedded into the TECH machine was both dangerous and alarming to every citizen, which had caused lots of panic and then created the first attack on an innocent citizen that started the MUTT War. I was scared of the consequences coming from the Authority leadership, specifically First Daughter Gladino. She was not happy with the impromptu situation under her rule and reign on the first day of her reign. Anyways, I cannot change the TECH machine and remove all of the numerous wild animal DNA strands, where the machine has identified the tiny floating dog sweat protein inside each affected human brain matter with the associated companion dog. That is a fact, Jack. So, why bother telling anyone?"

He growls. "To save lives of the MUTT human and their mutt dog!"

Freckles huffs. "Why did you do, Dr. Kimkat?"

Kimkat shrugs her shoulder with a stern face. "I just did!"

Gladino laughs out loud and continues to dance inside her chair, smiling at each person. Her companion dog Buddy continues to rest down on the floor with boredom. She turns with a wink and points at Yawbo and then Kimkat. "Now, listen to me! I am the ruler of Authority. I do not know what kind of game either one of you are playing here, but I do wanna play. Now, it is my turn to play in the back yard. You, ma'am, will come and work for me leaving your home-made silo building, living in the grand Authority Headquarters building as my personal guest and safe from any and all MUTT creatures that still walk the face of the Earth. You will personally figure out a method to destroy or detonate that single, floating puppy ball of sweat protein inside the forehead of each MUTT human. Or you can exist until your death day down in the dungeon within the headquarter building. I don't care which personal decision you choose but chose one. For you, sir, you are a murderer. I saw and felt and heard it on one of the ancient recordings. You have acknowledged to me that you are indeed named Yawbo. Yawbo looks like him and acts like him. Yawbo had killed a room of innocent people. I saw and heard it on one of the ancient recordings inside the Enforcer building. If I had to guess here, I would say that one of my Enforcer leaders was investigating your bloody crime but thought you dead and buried. I can't wait to tell the truth. Back then, Yawbo had been named the Baby Savior but had saved his sorry self, first and foremost. Now, I know who and what you are. Are you that Yawbo? Did you kill all of these innocent people in that room?" Yawbo drops his smile and stares with a sneer at Gladino. Gladino slaps her hand on top of the arm rest and sneers at Yawbo. "Answer me, right now!" Freckles and Icky turn and frown at strange Yawbo, feeling shock and awe with the accusatory harsh set of words coming from Gladino.

On the opposite side of the room, in the sitting chair, Kimkat turns and winks at Yawbo, flipping her hand in the air. "You should go ahead and tell the truth, Yawbo. I have confessed all of my sins here to First Daughter Gladino. I guess my fate is in her hands now."

Yawbo does not view Kimkat and exhales with worry while nodding to Gladino. "Yup! That ancient recording is true. That event was a long, long time ago and happened in a different continent, not here in city Authority. You saw the entire recording, when Poteet had her baby. Then, her baby was colored in green hue laying in the hospital crib. Poteet was placed on trial for attempted murder of her green-colored infant as a substance abuse mother. Inside the court room, I was one of the prosecuting peoples that wanted Poteet, the wicked mother dead. At the end of the recording, I loved to hunt wild animals and I had brought a set of hand guns into the enclosed court room with my ultimate punishment, for an ultimate criminal. Then I picked up both of the hand guns and pointed at the front of the room, where new mother Poteet, her husband, and her defense lawyer sat, firing off the first heated bullet from a smoking gun. However, you only saw half of the story, Witch," he laughs out loud with Kimkat and then clears his throat. "The other half of the story begins with the paper medical records on Poteet, the wicked mother of a green tinted infant child that was destined to die within a few days of birth. When I jerked out the two hand guns from the thick foam inside the carrying case, I also scattered the pile of medical records over the table surface. My two eyeballs darted to the mess re-read the familiar page of medical information. However, my active and alert brain cells caught the medical error. Poteet wore a cast on her left arm, indicating a broken limb, in front of the court room. However, the medical chart which was documented by the attending medical physician indicated a broken limb on the right arm, not the left arm. Now, a doctor will not make a typical error with his medical notes, because he could be sued for millions of money dollars. So, the logical conclusion was that the right arm was not broken, and the left arm was not broken either as and the patient was highly drugged and constantly fighting with her medical nurses. And the people inside the court room was more than determined to find Poteet guilty as a drug addict that delivered a sickly baby, which was an instant death penalty during the times. So, Poteet would die by hanging by her throat muscles or in front of a firing square. I nodded at the quickie, not quiet death punishment act that kept the population in line. But this woman...mother was not guilty and was not injured in a fake car accident that had been set-u by a ton of people. So, I pulled the trigger on each hand gun and killed each male and female inside the court room but Poteet. She was stunned into silence.

"Then I dashed to her position on the front wall and quickly tossed her from the wheelchair, making her stand, where she walked and then followed me out the back door in the court room. We took my car and sped to the hospital, dressing as a pair of nurses and quickly found the baby. The baby was coated in green skin. I was stunned and shocked and worried. I grabbed the baby and cuddled her into my arms, covering her body with a long towel. We quickly exited the hospital building and rushed to my car, leaving the hospital. However, the police officers found the dead people inside the court room and figured out the murderer, me. We drove the car from the city and headed into the countryside. I was an old country boy and possessed family and friends out there. We stopped at my brother's house first. That was the biggest mistake of my entire life. The police figured out that I had blood-kin in the country also. We were out of the car and changed the baby's diapers when the sirens rolled down the gravel road. My brother and his partner helped so much. I felt so bad. My brother met the police officers on the front porch while we tried to escape into the wilderness with the baby. But the police were out on foot with guns and dogs. On the front porch, the city police officers did not like the country deputies or my brother's excuse and started shooting when their questions were not addressed, killing everyone outside and inside the house.

"Poteet and I were quickly sneaking down into the cellar room, at the rear of the old house, where a back door exited into the deep woods, when my great-granddaddy had smuggled out moonshine liquid for money to the local citizens and avoided the law authorities. We were almost to the bright light at the end of the tunnel and heading into the sunshine and freed from the police authorities, when I stepped out into the light with the baby and then dashed ahead into the forestland with a backpack of hunter gear that would keep us alive and breathing for several days, until we reached another part of the country and safe from the law authorities. Then I heard a series of loud discharged bullets coming from numerous rifles, hand guns, and shotguns and then I stopped, spinning around with a gasp, not seeing Poteet. She had stopped and stayed in the dark shadow a few feet inside the cellar door, holding a hospital blanket that contained a small feline cat. She died, of course, with the cat right there inside the cellar room, sacrificing her person for her tiny baby. The police officers shot the two life forms into millions of pieces of bone fragments, pink tissues, blood proteins and could not properly identify the baby from the mother, but they didn't care. The green baby and her crazy mother were dead and gone from the city.

"I continued ahead and found an abandoned shack, taking care of the baby. Several months later, I eventually made my way to a rural farm house, where a nice but crazy old man helped us. He was intrigued with the green tinted baby and her medical condition. He was not shocked or stunned like me, showing off his set of dogs, pointing out a green tinted puppy. The puppy skin was green colored compared to the rest of the litter. Well, I was stunned and shocked into silence.

"The mad scientist explained that the mama dog's placenta had held and kept a green bile pigment called Biliverdin, which had stained the coat on one of her pups mixing the bile inside the mama dog's amniotic fluid. The amniotic fluid, in the sac, protects a human fetus and a puppy fetus from injury and feed the fetus with liquid nourishment. One of the pups had contacted the Biliverdin enzyme and then came out from the sac in glowing green hue. The green bile pigment was harmless and would wear off the puppy coat in a couple of weeks.

"Biliverdin green bile pigment exists as bluish-green blood in fish, on the wings of a moth and butterflies and inside the eggs of frogs. In the human body, the green tinted Biliverdin was present as a green hue in a bruise and caused the jaundice condition in a newborn baby. He found it very odd that the trained medical physicians did not recognize a new color of jaundice in the format of green hue, not yellow tint. If the baby had been exposed to the sunlight for a couple of days, then the green tinted skin would have disappeared and become replaced with her natural baby color. As a dumb and worried non-married and fatherless man, I had hidden the baby underneath a pile of old blankets and kept her away from the warm, blinding sunrays that maintained her green-tinted skin tone. Then a couple of days later, I awoken and found the baby looking normal with peachy-colored skin without a trace of green tint." Yawbo shakes his bone skull. "Well, the baby, me, and the old crazy scientist lived in peace and harmony, until his ancient death. He arranged for me to live on his farm and the baby grew into a young lady and loved me as her pseudo-father. The end! People are stupid. People with power are stupider. People with fear are the stupidest group of fools on the planet. I didn't regret killing all of the stupid people in the world for desiring to harm an innocent baby. Your ass of me is completely wrong, First Daughter Gladino. You need to listen first and sometimes never ask questions."

Freckles nods with a smile to Yawbo. "That's true for a green-tinted newborn puppy. The green pigment turns the outer coat into green hue, but it is harmless to the pup and then the pup produces its own puppy hormones, cleaning off the green tint. A baby can possess yellow tinted skin from a jaundice reaction between the blood type from each parent. But I have never seen or heard of a green tinted baby. I agree with Yawbo and I defend his murderous actions. A newborn baby cannot defend its person against anyone or any stranger or anything. If a room full of people wants a baby dead, then I will do the honors and kill all the wicked folks for the good of the baby too."

Icky nods with a smile to Yawbo. "I agree with Freckle and Yawbo. Where is your adoptive daughter? O! That was many, many years ago. I am so sorry. Your adoptive daughter is dead and buried."

Yawbo shakes his bone skull and points with a smile at the doctor. "Kimkat is my adoptive daughter. She had been green tined as a baby. But now, she's just old and sassy," he laughs alone.

Icky gasps in shock and turns to see Kimkat. "What!"

"What!" Freckles turns and stares at Kimkat also.

Kimkat slaps her chest and laughs out loud with the truth. "The truth will set you free." She laughs with Yawbo.

He nods. "How old are you really, Dr. Kimkat?"

She nods. "I am 120 years old."

Icky gasps in shock. "How! How is that possible? You are so young looking for an older lady."

Kimkat nods. "I can't really prove my scientific or medical or clinical or mystical answer, but I have pondered both my body and my mind for decades as I experience delays in age progression. I feel great and energetic like a forty year old woman, not 120 years of age. I do believe that I have an answer. The only conclusion after stirring the black tinted pot with all of my old and new information. The age of a dog is measured in human years. One dog year represents seven human years. I do believe when my body accepted the doggie sweat protein, my biological and chemical systems modified more toward the doggie physiology, where a dog ages faster than a human. But I received the doggie sweat and the doggie became telepathically connected. A telepathically connection goes beyond the physical, biologically, chemical and spiritually state of mind, body, and nature, so my body is not aging in human years but counting ahead in doggie years while moving at a slow-poke move which contributions to my healthy internal organs, blood veins, and bones. If I divide my age of 120 years by the number seven years that represent the age progression with a canine dog, then I receive the number of 40 years that represents my current physical age. I feel like a forty year old woman and sorta look more forty rather than fifty or thirty years of age. I do not possess another clinical conclusion and will go with flow of that idea. And my dog Fester had been birthed, when I was 22 years old, making him 118 in human years old and 14 dog years. What do you think now, Freckles?"

Freckles nods with a smile. "I do believe that I have heard too many truths today."

Icky nods with a smile. "I agree with my girl Freckles," he leans over and cuddles her, smiling at Yawbo and then Kimkat. "I have heard lots of truths today that will directly affect the current deadly situation. I...I am confused but intrigued and convinced and wanna do anything to end the MUTT War and avoid all of the upcoming deaths of both humans and dogs." He turns and nods with a smile to Gladino. ""What do you think here, Gladino?"

Inside the solo sitting chair, Gladino slowly stands upright from the soft cushion staring at each face and as her companion dog Buddy wakes up from his nap and looks up staring at his mistress.

On the opposite side of the room against the wall with the row of glass windows, in the sitting chair, Yawbo wears a stern face and presses a button on his remote control devise. Each glass window slowly rolls down a metal sheet of black tinted minerals that glisten in the bright overhead lights. He presses another button. The metal sheet illuminates and displays the white tinted sandy beach, where numerous outer space satellites are relaying the image back to each metal screens inside the modified silo that belongs to Kimkat.

On top of the sofa, Icky turns and views the image on the screen, standing upright with worry, gasping in alarm and jabs his finger at the view and shakes his bone skull. "No! No! No! There is new battle war there at the beach shoreline. The rows of Auto-crap warriors on top of the flying yachts are about to engage and fight against the rows of MUTT warriors and their mutt dogs, again. We must stop blood-shed and upcoming death acts on both sides of the war battle." He turns to see Gladino. "Call them and stop this upcoming blood slaughter, Gladino! I will do the same thing. My MUTT warriors listen and obey my commands. I will call my off the MUTTs and stop the fighting. We can live in peace and harmony now. We know the lovely happy unique difference between a MUTT and an Autocrat. We need to stop the war and practice love and mercy and compassion."

Gladino turns and smiles at each guest. "Well, this little jaunt out from the city has been not fun, but fruitful. I do believe the storyline, but I can't allow this unbelievable storyline to leave this room and these tongues, especially with a pair of nasty MUTT humans inside this room. I am ready to leave from the Farmlands. I did not learn any true information here, but the whining dreams of an old woman, who will come with me and live down inside my dungeon, until the death angel comes for her dead soul. Yawbo is judged and sentenced as a criminal murderer. I will ship his fanny back to his native birth place and the native authorities can deal with him. The pair of MUTTs are allowed to leave and join the current battle fight or participate in the next bloody one. I have the collected all of the new information that I need to wrap up and finally win the MUTT War against all of the MUTTs."

Freckles gasps in shock and then sneers at Gladino. "What is wrong with your heart, Gladino? The dog sweat protein is not harmful to your body or your companion dog. The dog sweat protein creates love and compassion and sweet connection with the citizen and the canine. Why are mad? Why are you jealous? Why are a mean leader here at Authority? We are all natives here. We wanna come back and live here in Authority again, without your rules and your sympathies and your angry. What do you say to that, now, Gladino?"

"No! Nope! Naw! Never!" Gladino sneers at Freckles.

In the sitting chair, Kimkat smiles at the nose profile on Gladino. "Well, shucks! I guess that I gotta go and interfere with the war battle. Ain't that right, Yawbo?"

"Yes, ma'am! Your command is executed." Yawbo smiles at each guest and presses a new button on his remote control devise.

On the active metal screen, the rows of numerous MUTTs soldiers and Autocrat warriors race ahead and run towards each other, which is the usual battle pattern, before the death acts start. Each canine run faster than their individual own beginning the death ritual.

On the perpendicular side on the sands, a dark shadow slowly floats in the air waves which is hidden from the bright moonlight and then slowly drops down, landing on top of the white tinted sands. The object is a black tinted metal, cylinder-sized flying drone. The circular drone door slowly opens and reveals its cargo. Streams of live felines presenting every type of color, texture, and breed, rushes out from the darkened enclosed cargo hole, jumping up from the sand grains, dancing in the air and then lands back on top of the unfamiliar terrain. Each feline runs ahead and parallels each front line of mutt and autocrat canines.

Inside the silo room, Icky laughs out loud and points at the screen. "The cargo items are cats, lots of running cats. O no! The columns of jumping, dancing, racing, leaping felines are crossing the center line in-between the rows of running and growling mutt dogs and autocrat gods. O no! The rows of canines have seen and smelled each one of the racing cats. Will a canine kill a cat during a battle fight, Freckles?" Freckles gasps in shock and watches the column of cats, without answering the question.

Gladino sneers at the interruption from the streams of cats, where all of the dogs turn away from each other and chase after the new enemy target. Then she smiles at the posed question, "The answer is yes. A dog can kill a cat. And we shall see that bloody encounter in a few more moments. A dog possesses one of the best weapons, the strongest jaw. One good dog bit and the game ends in blood for the feline cat. The dog possesses thick skin around the neck and the back..."

"...and an extremely sensitive cute, wet pair of nose holes. The dog is also slow and not very agile like my friend Fiend, the feline cat. A cat possesses a pair of front legs with sharp claws and back legs with sharp claws, a set of sharp fangs that cut through bones on birds and rats. The cat possesses speed, agility, leaping the tallest obstacle, including a Great Dane dog breed. So, the answer is yes. A cat can kill a dog." Yawbo laughs out loud with Kimkat, not the others."

She smiles. "The feline cat possesses thin furry and yummy skin and a weaker, shorter, slick, petite body frame. So, the answer is yes. A dog can kill a cat." Gladino laughs out loud with other MUTTs not Kimkat or Yawbo.

Yawbo smiles at the active screen. "A feline cat is stronger than a canine dog."

Gladino frowns at the screen. "A feline cat weighs less than a dog which is less than twenty pounds and a canine dog is ten times taller and wider in body frame. Thus, a dog is stronger than a cat."

He smiles. "The paw of cat claws will not strike a killing blow on a dog; the cat fangs will attack and then bite down, cutting off the soft, wet tissue on the dog's nose. A feline cat possesses a set of sharper senses and a better scent of smell and sees a wider range of colors and shades rather than a dog. The cat possesses superior close-range vision over a canine dog. The round of singing loud cat brawls is danger and deadly to a dog."

Gladino flips a hand and frowns. "A cat is not any different from another cat. A cat is haughty, temperamental, and don't care. A dog is loyal, cuddly, goofy, and loves their owner, foreverly."

Yawbo laughs. "A canine possesses ailurophobia. So, enough said!" He laughs with Kimkat.

"What!" She frowns at Yawbo.

Freckles smiles. "The word, ailurophobia, is a fear of cats that hails from the Ancient Greek language which comes from another continent, not here in Authority. Other usual names for fearing a feline cat is termed felinophobia, elurophobia, and cat phobia. I do not believe that concept, Yawbo. Play fair here!"

Kimkat smiles. "Dogs and cats have been living together for 12,000 years based on ancient bones of the two distinct species. The feline cat was first domesticated during the beginning of the farm based economy, where the farmer needed a good mouse catcher keeping the rats and other wild animal pests out from the food storage room. The wild dog was domesticated 40,000 years ago and worked as a hunter companion for the human. The DNA genes from a dog comes from the gray wolf. The DNA strands on a cat are descended from the big, wild cats of the jungles. Once the two distinct species of mammals were living together on the farmland, the cat preferred living outdoors in the sunlight rays and the dull moonlight beams as a solitary hunter predator while accidentally becoming the unfortune prey from wild animals and evil canines. The dog enjoyed its lazily lounging, in front of the roaring fireplace, at the foot of his master, after a long day of hunting the food meal. Also, a dog is a directly descendent from the wolf that works, plays, and sleeps in a pack of family members, where its doggie mentality always defaults vocal or signal communication into a hierarchical role to the lead canine for food, protection, commands, and enjoyment."

Yawbo smiles at the changed battle scene, where the fighters have stopped in place on top of the sand and then stare at the column of wild felines, watching each battle dog, who follows the huddle of cats, not participating in the war action. "A cat fight between two felines usually end in a lethal death of one or both. Two dogs do not kill each other. The cat possesses a set of sharp claws and fangs, scratching everyone and everything, critical damaging and defending any predator, like a dog. Also, a dog is a predator and chases after smaller prey, including cats. When a dog raises his paw at a hissing cat, he is playing with the feline. However, the cat plays rough and tough taking the raised paw from a canine as a sign of war, properly attacking its sworn enemy by swatting and then hissing its battle plan. Even a tiny kitten will scratch out a tender eyeball or cut on a tender, wet nose muzzle on an attacking dog. Yes, the cat can kill a dog."

She frowns. "A dog can kill a smaller cat quickly."

Yawbo smiles. "However, the cat is an natural born hunter and flees away from its enemy finding higher ground, spinning around, facing the dog. A cat is sharp, intelligent, speedy creature that quickly determined and finds an escape route, so its life force is not defeated and then eaten," he chuckles.

Kimkat smiles. "A smaller cat carries a furry stick with needles which fights against a large dog with a steel trap of steel fangs. The furry stick with sharp needles hits the dog more times and prevents the dog from biting the cat with its steel trap which is higher and harder to maneuver through the air waves during a cat-dog duel. However, the steel trap only needs on snap that securely latches onto the smaller cat, then..." she laughs out loud.

Yawbo nods with a grin. "The dog guards a specific piece of land territory, usual the front and rear manicured lawn. A cat claims a wider range of land plus forests living or fighting with other felines, depending on the time of day, the type of feline gender, and the queen cat. And a cat will naturally escape rather than fight to the death. So, the cat psychology wins over the dog's psyche. A cat bit is less powerful than a dog, but the bite will damage or remove an eyeball or rip through the skin tissue on the nose. The four paws with a set of sharp claws slices and then dices anyone, anything, and any person in its pathway. The four paws on a dog are a set of blunt toes, that need to be clipped to prevent an ingrown toe nail." He laughs with Kimkat. "The flexibility superior allows the feline to jump up in the air, roll over on their back spine, swatting four furry legs with an individual paw of sharp claws at a dog or a prey. A dog must fight upright and forward on four legs, not three or two or one limb and a dog does not use any of its front or rear legs during a dog fight."

She smiles. "A dog's mouth is his ultimate weapon that always defeats, deflates, and deflats its nasty enemy. So, a dog can kill a cat."

He nods. "The cat strike is both fast and dangerous which is nicknamed, Fists of Furry, taking on five mean canines, all at the same time."

"Really!" She huffs. "What type of colored sugary beverages are you consuming, sir? A dog is the greatest power of any mammal here on the planet."

He smiles. "The jumping ability from the cat includes a perfect battle technique, leaping up from the ground, circling the air waves, using their slick, slender, cylinder, light-weight body frame, for two full seconds, and then swiftly dropping back down like a fighter jet while attacking a dog like a fighting ninja, within the breezy wind. A cat leaps off the ground and then flies at your face from any and every air-born angle and you don't see it coming, until it is too bloody late. So, a cat can kill a dog. The bonus point here, sister, for me and not you! A hunger feral tomcat is one of the most dangerous mammals on the planet that only weighs less than twenty pounds. Now, ponder that bloody scene within your brain cells!" Yawbo laughs with the others but Gladino.

Kimkat laughs and stomps her shoe. "I gotta tell this personal story. I have lived here on the lovely, peaceful Farmlands for over hundred years. One day, I was strolling through the short grass, when a single cat started walking beside me, for fun, playing with the butterflies and hanging flower petals. On this particular farmer's land, he enjoyed owing a pack of sweet Dobermans. One of the wandering Doberman guards were scouting his territory and then spotted my person, stopping in the grass, blocking my person and growled at my presence. The dog showed his teeth and sneered at me. That feline cat leaped up from the grass, flying through the air waves, and landed down on top of the dog's bone skull. I took the opportunity and dashed around the dog-cat encounter, racing through the farmer's land, reaching the next farm crop in safety. But I could still hear that dog hollering and screaming with its painful injuries on its face and bone skull, racing back home to his master. Later that afternoon, that feline cat followed me back to my home. I examined the cat without finding a single cut or scratched on her furry body. So, size does matter!" She laughs alone.

Yawbo nods to Gladino. "An alpha cat serves as the predator and the prey, she dominates the litter of mixed felines and the pack of mixed canine dogs, exhibiting a very aggressive kitty personality, like she is the queen of the litter, and if she feels threatened from another feline or canine. If a cat demonstrates an arched back spine, a fluffed-up cat tail, growling then hissing and then baring its fangs at you, watch out. She will start biting and scratching its sharp claw at your body when she is mad with a foul mood. A cat works better alone and likes the solitary manner. A dog is not designed or engineered by the Prime Creator to fight one-on-one."

Gladino nods. "A dog works best within the pack concept with other canines creating greater advantage and longer endurance with a larger bite force with other dogs. During a dog-pack fight, the huddle contains numerous growling, mouth drooling canines that willingly charge into the fiery fray with hell fire guts and bloody glory, ripping off the enemy's skin tissues, cutting through its animal bones, killing all of the little tiny kittens in the litter along with their mama cat into a final death act. So, a dog can kill a cat."

Kimkat smiles. "The smartest species within the world is the chimpanzee. A chimp performs better than a human on some memory IQ tests. A goat can pull down a metal lever or lift up a different level while eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge. An elephant can remember different human languages. A dolphin sees its fishy reflection in a mirror."

Gladino frowns. "Honestly, a dog does not have a set of moral values and acts out of instinct, only the loyal of love for its mistress and its family members."

Yawbo smiles. "A cat kills a mouse coming from tons of pre-historical dinosaur barbaric genes. A cat makes loud aggressive sounds like hissing or growling, during a fight, displaying a pair of ear points flat, not up."

She laughs. "Honestly, when I do see an occasional ugly feline cat slowly prowling around an empty city street, during the daylight hours or the nighttime hours, the feline appears unwell, and displays repeated vomiting of chewed soggy grass blades, gagging up of fur balls, which is quite normal. Thus, I avoid all feline cats."

Kimkat turns and smiles at the screen with the active battle war. "As a practicing medical veterinarian for all types of domesticated mammals, I always encourage a harmonious relationship between the human owner and the feline cat pet. One relationship includes comprehending each cat signal, reading their pet, understanding their feelings and motives during a fight or play or sleep or meal time, which allows the cat owner to response immediately to an aggressive, nasty kitty behavior. Another relationship including giving kitty her play or sleep space, when the cat rests on top of the white tinted cloth sofa, in turn, develops a special friendly social bond with the pet. However, each cat or canine uses a set of unique silence signals which communicates their sweet or evil intent. As I sit here and pickup on each physical cue from that huddle of cats, I do believe that they are leading the pack of mutt and Autocrat dogs into the ocean waters and then all of them will drown without mercy."

Freckles turns and gasp in panic at the active television screen, seeing the truth. "What!"

Gladino gasps in shock and turns to see the same active screen also, yelling out loud, pointing at the wall. "Stop the cats! Stop those cats! Kill these nasty felines!"

Icy turns to see the same screen and then gasps in alarm at the rows of felines leading all of the dogs towards the ocean waters in the middle of the night. The cat is the sworn enemy of a dog, so the dog will chase after the tiny feline, for fun or for death. Then all of the animals will drown in the rough, cold ocean waters.

From the indigo sky, three shadowy figures swiftly drop down and land on top of the white tinted sand grains, revealing a row of dark gray drones. Each drone settles in the sand and then slowly lowers a circular hatchway, revealing an empty interior in matching dark hue. The rows of felines continue to sprint over the sand and then automatically split into three different directions and as the rows of mutt and Autocrat canines also split into three different directions following a huddle of felines.

The leaders of the felines quickly dash into one of the three open drone compartments and then disappears from eyesight on the screen. Then the rest of the felines follow their leader leading a pack of mixed mutt and Autocrat canines into each one of the open drone compartments, disappearing from the white tinted twinkling sand grains underneath the night sky. Each hatchway door swiftly closes shut and locks the group of mixed felines and canines into the enclosed compartment.

Gladino gasps in shock at the screen, seeing a row of three drones, hearing silence. "The....the dogs will murder all of the cats and the mutt dogs."

Freckles jabbed a finger at each drone on the screen with worry and concern also. "Don't close up the dogs and the cats together in the same drone compartment. The dog and the cats will kill each other."

Icky gasps in alarm. "Yeah, I agree with Gladino and Freckles. Inside each drone compartment, there is a death match occurring. You're killing all the dogs and the cats."

Yawbo flips his hand and then chuckles. "Naw! The cute cats inside each enclosed drone interior space is not fighting but vomiting its chewed soggy grass blades, gagging up its wet, smelly fur ball over each one of your penned and scared Auto-crap dogs, First Daughter Gladino." He presses the button. The metal screen flows upwards and then disappears back into its ceiling slot. Then the overhead lamps illuminate the silo penthouse room. Each glass window displays the night sky with twinkling stars and beams of bright white tinted moonlight.

Kimkat turns with a smile and winks at Gladino. "Now, hear me! Each dog and cat is safe and unharmed inside each drone. I promise. And I love animals more than people. Now, the MUTT War is done and gone. As a civilized society, all of you can sit down on the floor with your companion dog and talk about reunion, reconstruction, and restoration building up to peace, joy, and happiness. The end." She chuckles with Yawbo.

Gladino turns with puzzlement and gasps in alarm, sneering at Kimkat, jabbing her nicely manicured fingernail at the physician. "Who are you? Nothing! What are you? Nothing!"

Kimkat sits and smiles at Gladino. "I am a very ancient and wise medical physician."

Freckles exhales with clarity and continues to sit, staring at Kimkat also. "What did you do to me? If I understand your scientific experiment and your scientific lecture, then I am linked directly to my companion dog, since birth."

She nods with a smile to Freckles. "Good! You do understand and you are supposed to linked to you companion dog. But that brain connection which is telepathic or magically or something unexplained is not permanently biological, thus the connected female citizen or the connected female canine can produce a baby fetus of its own species. The ancient method is a manual fertilization process, not a sexual connection. Freckles is a medical technical. You can look up the scientific information in the Science Building. That technique was used ages ago and very successful in birthing a newborn human baby, puppy, kitten, lamb, and other animals."

Gladino sneers. "What does that scientific statement mean, to me? It mean to say nothing, to me."

Kimkat turns and winks to Gladino, sneering at the rude leader, "And you mean nothing to me, girly. You are the leader of a mess, darling."

She sneers. "Now, you listen to me, old woman!" Gladino slaps her chest and nods her curls. "I am the ruler of Authority, not you, old woman. I decide the fate of Authority, not you, old woman. I decide the terrible ending for all of the MUTT humans and their ugly mutt dog regarding the MUTT War, not you, old woman. I am the judge, jury, and executor of justice here in my homeland, not you, old woman. I am currently judging that..."

"A human prefrontal cortex is the largest brain matter in the land and also larger than any other mammal here on the planet." Kimkat swiftly stands upright from the chair and whips out a silver tinted small hand gun, firing a small projectile with a sharp tip into the exposed naked forehead on First Daughter Gladino. Gladino swiftly tumbles backwards from the impact with the flying projectile and then lands back down on top of the chair cushion, slowly dropping down, settling her fanny on top of the floor. Buddy stands in place with shock and then swings his doggie skull down at an unconscious Gladino, looking up to see Freckles, then Icky, then Fancy then Ibeam, then Kimkat, and finally Yawbo, yelping with his doggie help for his mistress.

Icky gasps in alarm, rushes the short distance, and then stops, squatting down, touching the naked arm on an unconscious Gladino, speaking to Kimkat. "What! What happened? What did you do to Gladino, Dr. Kimkat? Is she permanently injured? She is not dead but breathing in an unconscious state of mind and body, which I do approve as long as Gladino is not dead or murdered or killed."

Freckles does not move with fear of receiving a projectile also and then turns to view Gladino.

On the wall with row of glass windows, Kimkat continues to stand and claps her hand with a smile. Each solid rock stone wall slowly rattles with noise and then each piece of art work slowly shuffles sideways with tiny pings of sound, exposing a hidden inner metal cabinet. Inside each cabinet shelf, there is a tiny vial of liquid in whitish hue, which is labeled." She points the tip on her walking cane at some of the hidden compartment on each solid rock wall, nodding with a smile. "Each tiny vial of whitish colored liquid is a tiny amount of sweat protein coming from each Autocrat dog that matches their Auto-crap male or female owner, who currently is hiding out inside their house, in their work office, on their yacht ship, or at the battle scene on the beach. You must puncture a dissolving needle of dog sweat protein into each human forehead and then touch the human pre-cortex lobe, where the dog's sweat protein will become absorbed into the owner's brain matter, like me and you and all of your MUTT friends. Then, the human and the dog will become physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, biologically chemically, neurologically, and finally spiritually connected as one beast living happily on God's green pastures. Nothing can pry them apart, but the hand of death from God. And death cheats no human, animal, insect, fowl or beast. Thus, the MUTT War finally ends, and everyone lives in a state of peace, joy and harmony, like God wants. But it is you that must explain to nasty First Daughter Gladino that she and her Standard Poodle breed dog Buddy are one beast, now and foreverly. If that dog is harmed, she will become hurt. If she kills her person, that dog will die too. Good luck!" She slaps the tip of her walking cane on the floor and shuffles again, tossing the walking can into the air with laughter. The object reaches its crescendo and then drops down, crashing on top of the floor with a loud bang. She moves ahead with good posture towards the open archway, shouting out loud to her family members. "Come along, Fester, Fiend, and Yawbo! We have finished our work here in the land of Authority. We are going to move to another continent and save the citizens and the civilization again."

Freckles gasps in shock and then slowly swirls around viewing each open cabinet that contains hundreds of tiny vials of individual dog sweat, nodding with a smile. The MUTT War will end, once each Autocrat owner and dog is one beast, like Dr. Kimkat told. She is afraid some of the Autocrat owners will die, before connecting with their companion dog. So be it! However, the leader of Authority and the Autocrats is one beast with her companion dog Buddy now and will serve as an excellent iconic symbol for the rest of the stubborn Autocrat...citizens. She whispers. "I fault Dr. Kimkat for creating the one beast concept and I praise her for creating the war solution also." Freckles completes the circle and views the back spine on Kimkat. "Wait!" She waves her hand with a smile. "Dr. Kimkat, please tell me! Why was the iron-cast bell first installed on top of the Authority Headquarters? You hinted at a purpose other than ringing a ding-dong bell on top of the building."

Kimkat does not stop walking and shouts out loud to the MUTT humans. "A cat starts to hear low sounds at 30 hertz. That damn bell dongs at 31 hertz inside that bell tower on the top of Authority Headquarters building, because the great-great grandmother Euso did not like felines."

Freckles frowns. "Okay! Why is that important here?"

Kimkat laughs out loud. "First Daughter Euso chased away all of the cats from the city limits and then the felines ran straight here and stayed, making a home, which helped the earlier settlers become a group of food farmers and established the free and independent Farmlands that didn't accept the Authority leadership rules or regulations. From thence, I was able to discover, develop, and defeat the nasty Authority government freeing all their programmed pretty citizens and their TECH programmed civilization. Don't make Gladino's mistake, child! All humans, animals, reptiles, insects, fowl, birds, trees, plants, and flowers have the right of freedom, not imprisonment. Good bye, MUTTs! I think we should go and visit the continent of Europe and save their starving cats, what do you think, Yawbo?"

Yawbo follows his adoptive daughter Kimkat with her companion canine dog and his companion feline cat out the open archway, nodding with a smile. "I like."

THE END
