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Chapter 8: Cracks

These damn claw tips make typing this message a chore, but I take my time so I can get my message across. When I finish writing it I take as much time as I need to read over it and make sure I got it right.

' My name is Jack Strader. I used to live in a hotel that was converted into a jobless housing center in northern California with my mother.

My mother and I moved in when my father, her husband, left her. She was unable to find work due to her recently losing an arm in an accident and my father did not want to support her.

I say used too because something bad happened to me. This is the reason I am posting this, to get some help for what happened to me. What follows may sound like one of those conspiracy theories floating around, but it happened to me.

It started after I accepted an open interview invitation from one Joe Snyder after he gave his business card to my friend. He works for a larger sub contractor in the Bio-Morph industry. I don't recall the name of the company or what it is 'supposed to do' sadly.

At the time I thought things were finally looking up for me, especially when he presented documents that I could sign and get employment there. This was the opportunity I was desperately looking for to get me and my mother out of that depressing place.

Then I fell unconscious because I had not noticed him spiking my drink with a sedative before handing it to me.

Upon waking up I found myself floating in a strange liquid while inside a cylindrical tank while it drains out. The bastard had not only stuck me in some kind of weird device, but had used it to radically change my body!

I went in a human male, and I came out a Platinum silver-gray female vulpine Bio-Morph. Yes that's right, they can convert someone. I am living proof of it. It is no longer a notion relegated to conspiracy posts on other Builtin Board systems.

It has rendered me unable to speak English, and I thank any higher being that I have the most of my mental facilities intact too. Otherwise, I would not of been able to modify this computer inside my residential container to post this. From a simple thermostat into a BBS client. It also helps that the company is too cheap to use custom parts and just used an old turn of the century system.

I sit here typing this as a bought piece of property by a Japanese restaurant called Mauri's somewhere in South Dakota. Forced to serve customers food and handle their 'other' needs.

I'm given something that can barely be considered 'meat' or even 'food' to eat. Because of the long hours of operation of the restaurant I barely have enough time before and after I am expected to 'work' for eating it. At least water is plentiful and always available.

I am posting this message so someone can come and break me out of here. Whoever is willing to do so will get my appreciation for it as well as possibly compensation. Well, if I get anything out of serving both this restaurant and the place that converted me with lawsuits and if there is anything left after getting what they did to me reversed.'

Glancing at the clock shows that it is getting relatively late considering I need to be up just before dawn for my 'shift'. Thankfully the computer has finished downloading the BBS client. Except the scroll-back in the terminal shows that the connection was interrupted twice, roughly at hour intervals. Odd, why would it do that? Could it be that the terminal in the back is waiting for a response it is not going to get?

Whatever the cause, it still dials and connects to the number 'I' want. That is all that matters, an hour is plenty of time to get things done.

An account on the server is simple to set up, taking all but a few minutes because it has no verification system. Which is normal for these services as anonymity is greatly desired. Anonymity was lost on the internet because of the T.A.N.C. law. A seized BBS server with your email on it will lead to jail time.

You have to love how people only want something after they willingly gave it away.

Not that I want to hide who I am. I want to draw as much attention to myself as I can, so I use my real name as my user name. Then I log in to post my message by copying from the command line editor and pasting it into the other terminal emulator window.

Glancing at the clock shows me I'm out of time here, I wish I could stay up and check for replies every so often. Maybe even have a chat with the system operator of the server and hopefully convince him I am the real deal.

Standing on the tips of my toes I push the telephone wire up into the vent far enough to be out of sight. Yet close enough to the cover that I can grab it when needed. The top half of the computer terminal attaches cleanly to the bottom half. Not as secure as it was before, but to the naked eye it looks like it hasn't been tampered with. Perfect, just how I want it to look. The HVAC interface restores its self with a simple tap of the task bar icon showing no signs of having ever been minimized. Next I make my way over to the maintenance side to put the tools back. I also open the vent back here to store the keyboard in it. A quick double check to make sure nothing looks out of place I go back to the proper side of my residential container.

With the fridge returned to normal I grab a box of 'food' to eat after I stow the dull knife in its hiding spot. With my hunger sated I just drop the carton onto the floor. I'll deal with it later, and by that I mean tomorrow. Right now I need to get some sleep, so I tap the lights off button on the console and lay down on the bunk.

It was not an exaggeration that I fear this body I was forced into is starting to feel normal. The memories of how I used to look and feel are starting to become a bit distant, they feel like they were of a time long ago rather than a few short months. This train of thought distracts me enough I don't try to stop myself from curling up tail tip to nose. Normally I would either force myself to lay on my back or on my side, both normal human sleeping positions.

All three positions felt just as comfortable on this cot. That comfort level being barely a step above laying on concrete. It is not comfort that drives me to lay like this, it's that for some reason this particular position though just feels, right.

Next thing I know, I am awakened by the sound of my front door opening. Followed by a rush of cold air and morning light into my residential container. It closes just as quickly as it was opened, but it was enough to drop the temperature in here. Alpha's scent wafts into my nose as she rushes for the vent to warm up. This has been my typical wake up call ever sense arriving here after being 'sold'.

With a lazy yawn I look over to her and watch as she hogs the warm air with her body. I yawn again, but this time I also stretch out the kinks in my limbs. Why is my tail asleep? I wasn't even laying on any of it except for the fur covered tip.

By the time I regain feeling in the fluffy appendage Alpha has finished warming herself up using the vent. She also seems to not have noticed that I hid the telephone wire in the vent either, that's good for me. Something is off about this situation though, Alpha hasn't made eye contact with me since arriving and her tail has a nervous tic to it.

She also hasn't sat down next to me on the cot yet. We normally start the morning language as soon as she is warm enough because we have only a short time to do so. This activity is something I have become eager to do simply because it is empowering to be able to communicate verbally.

This morning gets even stranger because when I sit up Alpha hands me a pad of paper and a pencil with something already written on it.

'After talking with Mauri about yesterday, and considering how our owners will punish us if we disobey. I think it may be a good idea to hold off on the lessons, at least until you finish doing what you are doing. I don't want them to see me as an accomplice in this strange plan of contacting your human family. What you are doing can be seen as an attempt to escape.' Pausing, I look up at her only to see that she is looking away from me, ashamed. Her ears are sagging sadly and her tail is hanging limp. 'I don't want to lose him Jack. If they place the blame on me as well as you, they will send me away and I will never see Mauri again.'

To tell the truth, I can understand her position on this situation and sympathize with her. She deeply loves Mauri and doesn't want to be taken away from him. Jeopardizing a relationship as strong as this one over someone that she has only met a week ago would be a pretty dumb move. Even in my book considering some dumb things I have done in the past.

The fact of the matter is that her choice still hurts despite my understanding of it. So I flip the page and write down my feelings on the matter onto the pad. Idly I mull over the fact that I too feel kind of attached to Alpha in some way as I write it.

While it is frightening to realize that I have become emotionally attached to a Bio-Morph, beings that I have only started to realize as 'people'. I guess it has made this whole nightmare a little more bearable.

'It hurt me that you have decided to do this Alpha. I understand your reasoning behind the decision. Personally I think you are acting a bit cowardly, but that is just me.' Finishing my reply I move to hand it back to Alpha only to see that she isn't paying attention to me. I let out a small bark and hold out the pad and pencil to her once she turns her head.

Alpha reads it letting her ears go flat against her head for a moment before sighing and looking away. Her tail betrays her mood, showing that she did not like me calling her a coward over this situation. She quickly jots down her reply and shows it to me.

'I am not a coward jack! I just don't want to be sent away from here. Everyone who tries to escape ends up being sold off to some other place. You will be no different when they find out about what you are doing her. I care for you Jack and I wish you wouldn't risk yourself like this.' Alpha holds the pad and pencil close to herself before quickly exiting my residential container. I make no effort to try to stop her and just stare at the door after she leaves, only moving to go under the vent as the heater turns on again.

After she leaves I get dressed for my 'job' while gulping down some of that junk they give us to eat. Mainly so I don't feel tempted to nibble on the food I am supposed to deliver to the customers. God does the stuff we serve look appetizing.

After all my 'owners' won't like it if I was late, I also don't want to draw attention to myself either. Especially with my escape plan being so close to success. Well, as far as I know it could already have been successful. I just have not had the chance yet to look at the replies.

Either way I just hope my message reached the right people and I will soon be free again. Along with being changed back to normal too if they can do so. I also hope I can put the owners of this place AND the bastard Joe Snyder in jail for a long time. Preferably in a small, dank, and dark cell. Even better if it was in some super max prison. Getting a front seat at their trails would just be icing on the cake.

Glancing at the clock reminds me I don't have the time to indulge in revenge fantasies all morning. So I make myself look presentable enough with what little I have in the way of grooming products before heading out of my container.

The temperature has gone up since last night, but its still to damn cold. I swear I will never go without footwear if I can help it ever again once I get out of here. Walking barefoot on freezing cold metal and pavement sucks.

Once inside I follow the rest of the Bio-Morphs to the dressing room and pick up the wrist mounted touch screen device. As well as putting on a fresh set of undergarments.

Then it is off to the podium with the rest of the Bio-Morphs waiting for the first customers of the day. I understand why we have to do this, its just a bit annoying to have to stand like this for several minutes.

All of us have to stand in an ordered line behind Red who himself stands behind the podium. Males stand on one side, females on the other, and thankfully this time Sixteen only stares at me today. Seriously, he creeps me out. His gaze makes my skin crawl and gives me goosebumps, which makes it hard for me to keep my fur in place so I can look presentable.

Looking around I notice Alpha refuses to meet my gaze along with Red. The way both of them are acting I think it may have been a mutual idea to distance themselves from me.

It's hard not to be angry with them about this, I still think they are cowards for acting like this. It also makes me wonder about Bio-Morphs in general, if they all are as intelligent as humans. Then why do they put up with all the shitty treatment they get? They all can't be so risk adverse as to be cowards? If I continue to change mentally will I become like them, too scared to take any risks?

Distracting myself from focusing on this body again I idly fiddle with the tracking and identification bracelet on my wrist. Only for my thoughts to be put on hold as the first few customers walk into the establishment.

Eventually my mind starts to wander again as I fall into routine when not interrupted by their 'special' needs. For example, once I get out of here, with help or otherwise, how am I going to remove the tracking bracelet on my arm?

A special tool is needed to remove them, otherwise it will set off an alarm at the tracking service. The tracker bracelet will also burst open dye packets to stain my fur with a florescent dye making me easy to spot as an escapee. I have seen one do this to a Bio-Morph at jobless center, albeit because the device was accidentally damaged. It holds a lot more dye than the size would suggest.

The morning rush soon turns into the lunch rush as I fail to come up with a solution that will definitely work. The only way I can think of to remove it safely is somehow covering my arm with something like plastic under and around the bracelet before cutting it off. That should prevent any of the dye from seeping into the fur.

While mentally working through what I would need to do this and the logistics of how I would have to do it. I fail to pay attention to where I am walking, and ignoring the three rich teenagers sitting at a table I am passing by. They stick their legs out into the isle in an attempt to trip me for shits and giggles.

Due to my lack of attention at where I am going they are successful. Sending me muzzle first to the floor with them laughing their asses off all the while. To prevent my muzzle from landing full force onto the floor I have to drop the food I am carrying to free up my hands so I can catch myself.

I end up landing on my left hip with my hands flat against the floor just in time to prevent my head from hitting it. The food I was carrying moments before is now scattered in front of me along with the broken dishes it was on moments ago. As I lay there collecting my wits about me the trio laughs and jeers loudly.

Everyone else though just stops what they are doing and watches, none of them moving a muscle to help. I can't stop my mind from dredging the recent memory of something similar happening. The memory of Patrick and I are sitting in the cafeteria of the Jobless center, eating our breakfast as a male feline Bio-Morph is tripped by some local teenagers for the same reason. Just shits and giggles because they are bored.

"Aw, I wanted her to land on that face of hers." One of them comments right after tripping me.

"Looks like you lost the bet, now pay up the twenty bucks for failing to make her do so." The one sitting across from him speaks and holds out his hand. The one who tripped me sighs and reaches into his pocket, takes out a thick roll of bills, and peels off a twenty before handing it to him.

Just like in my memory of that one incident, no one is heading over to help me. Unlike said memory though the commotion he caused draws the attention of Red and Alpha. Maybe it helped that they caused me to drop another customer's food in their little prank?

Sitting up I notice that all the customers are still looking at me as well as the three trouble makers who tripped me. Combine this with the fact that Patrick and I did the 'exact' same thing when that feline Bio-Morph was tripped as well hits me the hardest. Before I know it I start to cry, well without tears of course. Why couldn't I have kept my tear ducts? I feel ashamed at myself for staring at and not helping who ever that Bio-Morph was back then.

Damn it all! Is this whole cluster fuck of a situation I am in some sort of divine karma for my earlier indifference him? Which god do I have to apologize too so everything goes back to normal? I'm not religious, but if gaining faith is all it takes to go back to being human I'll sing the praises of which ever god delivers it for the rest of my natural life.

Neither Red nor Alpha help me back onto my feet, which surprises me. It is one of the other vixen Bio-Morphs whom I don't know her name that helps me. She's the gray one with bits of red fur randomly splotched around her body. I would thank her if I knew the words to do so. Instead, I just pat her on the shoulder and with my wobbly legs and sore hip, then limp on over to a nearby empty table to nurse the bruises.

Eventually Christopher arrives to help deal with the three teenagers letting Red and Alpha go back to doing other things. Basically summoned by Red after he failed to defuse the situation. To be fair he didn't have a chance anyway, not like the three of them would listen to a Bio-Morph. The three teenagers who are still talking about what they did along with an occasional joke at my expense, they don't notice his approach. Only when he is looming over the table do they stop and look at him.

"Gentlemen, I think it is time for you three to please leave." He politely addresses them, only for all three to completely ignore what he said. A few seconds later he calls Red over to help him. His added presence finally draws the three's attention to Christopher.

"You're a bit too fancy dressed and too human to be a waiter here, are you going to get us our food? I mean seriously is your service so bad your waitresses trip themselves up constantly?" The one who speaks looks at to Christopher with a serious face while the other two can barely contain themselves from laughing.

Christopher is able to keep some air of professionalism in that he doesn't show any outward signs of annoyance at the three of them. Red doesn't even bother to control his ears or tail to hide his feelings on the matter. His ears lay flat on his head in a position that indicates annoyance, and his tail bristles and lashes about without restraint. The teenager who just spoke smiles at the fact that he at least pushed the buttons of one them.

I shouldn't be judging Red on his lack of control, I can barely keep myself from growling out loud due to his comment. Mainly because I want to punch that rich bastard in the face for tripping me. My own ears and tail betray how I feel as well.

"No I am not. Frankly, I think you have overstayed your welcome today and you need to leave. You can make fun of my wait staff all you want but physically harming them while disrupting their duty to serve other customers crosses the line of acceptable behavior here." Christopher points to the front door as he speaks to the three of them.

"You bastard, you can't throw us out. We already ordered and payed for our food, So by law your supposed to serve it to us. Not just take our money and kick us out because we want a show with our meal." The one who tripped me vocally protests to Christopher.

"Yea. I am familiar with that law, my dad's a lawyer. I can have him sue this place into the ground if you don't give us our food" A moment's pause. "AND a full refund for our meal. It is not our fault that your help is barely smart enough to not trip over their own feet!" The second of the three teenagers joins in, protesting Christopher's decision. Some other customers talk among themselves and pull out their phones to either record the incident or call the police. Or at least I hope some of them are calling the police, because I have enough street sense to realize this situation is going to end up in a fight. Christopher is well within his rights to kick out disruptive customers but the teens don't seem to be backing down. I don't think they know how to take no for an answer.

"All null and void if I show your 'daddy' the tape of you three 'assaulting' my property. Not to mention all these eye witnesses around us who saw you do it." Christopher calmly points to one ceiling mounted cameras used to watch over the dining area. Not to mention more than a few other customers are recording the scene with their phones.

Realizing they did not notice this is enough to shut the three teenagers up instantly. Boy do they look pissed at the fact their possible free meal con fell to pieces. I am just glad they don't have camera's in the kitchen, otherwise they would have caught me stealing that one knife and I would be gone already.

It doesn't take my sharper hearing and sense of smell to clue me in on what is going to happen next. Getting to my feet I quickly head for the edge of the dinning area along with Alpha all the other Bio-morphs.

All three of them stand while the one teenager who tripped me stares Christopher down, he is trying to make himself more intimidating. Not surprisingly Christopher doesn't even flinch at the aggressive posturing. The teenager for his part acts like he is going to leave willingly and quietly with his friends. Only for him at the last second as he passes by to quickly turn around and sucker punch Christopher in the jaw.

Not expecting to be punched, he doesn't try to dodge or block the hit and is knocked flat on his ass in full view of everyone in the room. Which would be amusing to me if it was not for the fact that he is technically defending me and the other Bio-Morphs in this situation.

Red instantly leaps at them upon seeing this with teeth bared, ears flat, and tail whipping about. He knocks the offending teenager flat on his back while scaring the ever loving shit out of him. Guess the bastard never thought about the wicked set of teeth Red posses in his mouth.

While Christopher may have changed his opinion about him, Red seems to still have a strong familiar attachment to Christopher from the way he jumps to his defense here.

The situation just goes to hell from there. The other two teenagers don't hesitate and dog pile onto Red for this. Only for one of them to be decked to the floor by a right hook from Christopher after he recovers from the sucker punch.

Alpha finally makes up her mind and pounces on the remaining teenager just as police sirens can be heard approaching the place. Guess she could not stand seeing Red curb stomped. Seems I was also right in thinking some patrons called the police rather than stare.

Still, I have no love for the police as for all my life they practically ignored the area I grew up in. Only when, say, a murder was fucking obvious did they even show up on the same day to investigate. What mostly happened is they just grabbed who looked like someone who could have done it and hauled the guy or gal off, never to be seen again.

Four police officers and two men dressed like animal control enter the building and break up the fight. The teenagers got the worst of the injuries during the fight. Mainly because they seemed to act like they have only seen fights in movies and TV, Complex and flashy moves rather than simple punches and kicks. Or bites and raking of claws in this case considering they were fighting Red and Alpha along with Christopher.

Two of the three are badly clawed up. Personally I am surprised both Red and Alpha were able to cause that kind of damage with their blunted claws. Still, both will need stitches to close up the wounds.

The third one has a black eye, a bloody nose, and many bruises all over his body from the beating Christopher delivered to him. Yet all he got out of the fight was a black eye and a busted tooth. Then again, it wasn't much of a brawl since the three teenagers did not know how to fight and Christopher seems to know how to.

Red fared the worst out of all the participants, the teenagers bruised many of his ribs, gave him a black eye so bad it swelled shut, and they dislocated his shoulder. Alpha only got a few bruises that are barely noticeable through her fur.

As three of the police officers escort the handcuffed teenagers outside into a waiting ambulance to treat their injuries, the two animal control officers wisely subdue Alpha and Red as gently as possible. Each of them not doing anything that both Bio-Morphs don't want to do. I would do that too if I was in their position, the entire pack is here staring at them making sure they do nothing wrong or harm them. I even feel a need to protect Alpha and Red and it makes me worry a little more about my mental state.

Yes I can consider them the closest thing to having 'friends' here. Yet this feeling goes beyond such a bond, a full on need and buzz in the back of my mind telling me to protect my Alpha's. Another thing to make me worry about the mental changes that I haven't noticed.

Christopher orders all the non injured Bio-morphs to put all the other patron's food into Styrofoam containers, then escort them out of the restaurant. He is then taken to a back office by one of the police officers, possibly to get his statement. I guess that means we are closed for the rest of the day. I have mixed feelings about this though, on the one hand I get the rest of the day to myself. On the other, Red 'did' get badly injured.

Wait, aren't these things called 'doggy bags' in the industry? I can't help mentally giggling at the fact that canines are delivering them. Doggy's giving doggy bags! Yes we technically are more vulpine than canine in appearance, but all bio-morphs are based off the initial lupine design and thus are more lupine than what ever they look like. So my funny image is still valid.

After all the customers are escorted out, and the cooks leave for the day we are still not allowed to go back to our residential containers. No we have to wait here in the empty restaurant while Christopher talks to the police. With nothing else to do I go and sit down at the nearest table to wait, the other Bio-Morphs do similar but they try to stay close to Red and Alpha. Both of which are being treated for their injuries after the animal control officers realize they don't need to be restrained.

I also have an urge to stay near them as well, but I fight it. I can't give into it, I may not be able to get rid of it when I become human again if I do. Or at least that is how it feels to me.

I just sit here with my claw tips tapping against the table feeling bored, this time would be better spent in my residential container checking up on my BBS post. As my mood tanks I am able to keep my ears up to hide it, my tail though betrays it to anyone who is looking. Damn you! You're so fluffy and nice to hold and pet, yet you stab me in the back so often!

Eventually Christopher returns to the main area with the police officer following him. They politely shake hands before the police officer along with the animal control officers leave.

He looks over to us, though his gaze does linger on Red for a few seconds longer than it used too before this incident. Is that a bit of regret I see in his eyes? No I must be seeing things, someone like him would not have such an emotion for Bio-Morphs considering what I have heard him say in passing over the past week.

"Well, we're closed for the rest of the day because of this cluster fuck of an incident. So you can all go back to your containers and do whatever you." He pauses for a moment, almost like he was going to say people. "You do on your off time. Be ready for work tomorrow morning at the usual time, unless Alpha tells you otherwise." Christopher then sighs while gently rubbing his black eye. He doesn't say anything else to us as he heads for the front door. On the way he pauses for a moment and looks over at Red with a curious expression. Christopher stares at him for a few moments like Red would have the answers to the questions of the universe, meanwhile Red stares back at him with a puppy like expression on his face. He sighs and places his hand on Red's shoulder. "Come Mauri, lets get you home to dad and see if we can't at least make you a little more comfortable." This is followed by 'thank you' that is uttered so softly I have a hard time hearing it. Though Red's ears perk up and his tail wags the second the two words leave Christopher's lips.

Red is helped to his feet by Christopher and they both head on over to, and out through the front door. Leaving us to shut everything off and lock the building up. Well, some of us were tasked with that by Alpha or do it without being asked.

I just let the actual Bio-Morphs do that and head straight for my residential container as fast as I can. Not too fast though, I don't want to look suspicious. At least this time I remember to leave the wrist mounted device in the charger on the wall in the kitchen rather than ignoring it in my haste.

Once inside my container I head right for the vent like always to warm up from the trek through the snow. While waiting for the container to warm up I watch the door to make sure no one followed me. That way I can be sure it is safe to get everything out and check on my BBS post. Not to mention that waiting under the vent feels good and it fluffs up my fur cutely.

No it is not my fur! It is this body's fur, I am just stuck with it till I can get this reversed. You know, this is starting to get annoying with how I keep slipping up and thinking of this perverse body as 'mine'. It is not mine, and will never be if I can help it.

It doesn't help that I still have that damn buzz in the back of my mind. The damn thing whispers worries to me about Red, and if he is coming back after what happened. I shake my head and try to rid my mind of the thoughts of who will be the Alpha Male of this pack if Red doesn't return.

Why am I having these thoughts? Am I slowly becoming an animal because the changes did not completely finish until recently? I stare at the walls for the answer to this question and not surprisingly the walls are silent.

Now warmed up I grab the keyboard from its hiding place in the maintenance area before attaching it to the computer inside the living area. Next I pull down the phone line through the vent where I hid it before connecting it too the terminal here.

Forgetting my worries I become giddy while I listen to it connect to the BBS server. I can't help imagining the various positive replies people may have posted. Tempering my eagerness is required though, because once I connect I have to carefully poke and prod the keyboard with my claw tips or I hit more than just the keys I want to hit.

I enter in my user name and password only to find the server doesn't consider it a valid account. What the hell? So I enter them again being careful this time and only using a single claw tip to type the information in.

Yet the server still refuses my given credentials. What the hell is going on? So I enter in the guest account information to go hunting for what I posted.

Upon finding my post I regret doing so. The first reply to my post comments on how 'creative' a troll I am, because 'everyone' knows no Bio-Morph is not smart enough to know how to work a computer. Let alone connect one to a word of mouth BBS server and post something in such a coherent manner.

Reading this makes me livid! It is the exact opposite of what I expected to see. I am NOT doing this for shits and giggles on some random board, this is my life I am trying to save here with this call for help. These idiots think I am just yanking their chain for fun! It makes me even angrier that there is no way I can get this across to who ever posted this reply without an account.

The next post replies to the first with information from some studies done in countries who don't practice Bio-Morph slavery showing that we, I mean 'they' can be just as intelligent as humans. Only to be replied to by the account who posted the first reply posting links to paper's uploaded to the BBS server. Each one saying the exact opposite, mainly because if you dig deep enough you will see each funded by companies in the Bio-Morph slave industry.

From there things degrade into a full on flame war as the two accounts transition from poking holes in their sources to full on personal attacks. To the point that even one of the system operators gets into the debate, he posts the information on the connection I used to start the thread. The fact that he finds it curious it was posted from a block of phone numbers purchased by a Bio-Morph industry sub contractor makes me feel better about the situation. Only for those feelings to be dashed when I read the next post, one made by another system operator. Simply it states that all the other operators of this BBS server have come to the conclusion that I, the thread starter, simply did this to incite such a flame war. This person then locks the thread preventing any more replies. In shock I just stare at the screen, I stare for so long that I reach the hour point and the modem disconnects before reconnecting. The noise of it doing this brings me out of my stupor.

My only chance of escaping this hell hole, gone, finished. Only one person believed me, but the rest did not! In the end all they did was debate the abstract notion of intelligence and if Bio-Morphs actually had enough of it to do what I did. I can't create another account, the phone number would be the same and the system operators would just block it. Not to mention doing so would prove those that think I am a troll correct in their minds.

The fur on my back bristles and my tail as it whips back and forth in anger. Lividly, I grab the keyboard and yank it from the system before hurling it across the living quarters of my residential container!

It shatters upon hitting the wall next to the fridge, the poor thing breaks open scattering its keys all over the floor in front of the fridge.

I don't know what makes me angrier about this situation. The fact they did not believe me, or that I am now trapped here with no way out. Oh sure I can try to run right now. Escaping through the maintenance section of my residential container. Then use the tools in the building next door to cut off the tracking bracelet. Then what would I do?

Florescent dye would cover the fur on that arm and parts of my body. Screaming to everyone who saw me that I managed to escape, not to mention if I go anywhere near the main roads the rfid readers would locate me in an instant. Without knowing the layout of the city I would have a low chance of avoiding them. It is also basically winter here and I have no clue on how to survive in the cold or find anything to eat.

Being so angry I am distracted and don't notice that someone was approaching my residential container until the door opens and cold air rushes in. I can only look at the being who entered with anger plastered on my face, more over the turn of events rather than being discovered. I expect to see Alpha standing in the doorway instead it is the one Bio-Morph I do not want to see right now. It is sixteen wearing the kimono robe thing that Red was wearing today. I have no clue on how he got it, but it looks loose and baggy on his smaller, less muscle bound frame. He also has a confident smirk on his face and his ears and tail radiate confidence and authority. Why is he here wearing that outfit? It, and his body language is causing that stupid buzzing sensation to make its self known again. Why? I wonder what the hell is going on here as I take a step backwards and away from Sixteen.