Hybrid
The year is 3012, things have changed. Many of the companies you know have joined together and so there are fewer choices to make. Crime is high and the streets are old. There's moss hanging from old, decrepit buildings and sirens everyday. Many police forces have given up so trouble runs amuck.
Pure humans are hard to find, most of them are dead in the streets or hopped up on drugs. When you do find a pure-blooded human, they've had a hard life and won't talk to you.
In modern day, it is desired to be a half breed, a hybrid of human and animal. Only the poor can't afford the operation. You may be infused with the DNA of a dog or wolf for better tracking abilites, or a horse for hardiness, or a cat for fitness. Whichever animal you are infused with, there's advantages. The disadvantages are you may get the illnesses and weaknesses that that specific animal is succeptable to.
Most of the population has been infused with animal DNA; oftentimes before birth even. Most of the pure animal species have died out, the rest are farmed. It's gotten to the point that there's a bill in the Whitehouse being contemplated whether humans should be farmed or not for the big shot companies. No one knows why the companies want to farm humans, there's many things the companies do that no one bothers to question anymore. You could ask the companies yourself, not that they'd answer you... The right to privacy was made a law long ago, the companies answer to no one.
Companies have people in the government now, most of it has become corrupt. The president is just a head figure, like the Queen of England. Some say Sweden is still safe, but that's just a matter of opinion. All I know is they still make great chocolate.
I am a canine hybrid, the slang term being a H-Wolf; a human-Wolf hybrid. Just as a H-Cat or H-Deer corresponds to their rightful counterparts. My specific breed of wolf is Timber Wolf. I'm bi-pedal and my fur is blue-grey. I've got big amber eyes and these eyes have seen a lot, which I'm unsure as to whether that's good or bad. But it makes for an interesting job.
On the average day, I do autopsies and find whatever I can to help the good guys catch the bad guys. I used to be out in the field catching criminals, since I was bred specifically for tracking and taking down criminals. However, I don't catch them anymore, obviously. I ended up making a mistake that let my partner die and the bad guy got away... I quit the field job after that... It hit me hard. I'm one of the few H-Wolves, since wolves are rare and hard to breed now, and I failed in my mission. So I went back to school and this is where I am now, sniffing formeldahyde in a clean white room and observing corpses. It's tough, but I get by.
It's a pretty mundane day, at the moment, I'm examining the body of a H-Dog, English Setter. This specific corpse had been found in an alley, death by drug overdose. I was writing the details of the death on a clipboard that I had perched below my breasts.
"Having fun, Hime?" A red and black H-Dog walked in the door.
"Hello, Zedd." I looked at him with a smile.
Zedd is a good friend of mine who works as a psychologist and oftentimes comes by to play psychiatrist for me. He had his DNA infused with Husky and further played with so his fur was black and red. He was wearing a white apron since he was in the basement with me and he had long green gloves that went up to his elbows. Over his glasses he had large goggles, sometimes he went overboard to make sure things were sanitary and he wouldn't interfere with my work.
"Another long day? I don't know how you do it." Zedd chuckled softly as he strolled over towards me.
"Well I don't know how you can listen to people complain all the time." I shrugged, resuming studying the body.
There were lacerations and scarred tissue on the wrists, showing this H-Dog had a habit of cutting. I studied the scars, coming to the conclusion that this had not contributed to the death of this individual. There were no obvious signs of foul play.
"Well whenever you're done, there's an old friend here to see you..." Zedd leaned over the body, fixing his glasses, goggles combo to better examine the scarred wrists.
I frowned and finished up what I was doing. It wasn't often I got visitors, let alone someone who was a "friend", unless you counted Zedd. He comes by everyday.
I walked up the stairs to the office, the clean, clear office. There was a bookshelf on the far wall near the window, filled with medical files and volumes of encyclopedias. In front of the couch for victim's families to sit on there was a nice coffin out for display. The rest of the coffins were on display in the back room. The mahogany desk was propped up on one of the walls, a leg missing, it was new so it was still being put together. In front of the main door, the Chief of Police stood, one of the few pure humans I knew. He had always thought it was morally wrong to change your DNA, but he didn't hold it against us hybrids.
He is a heavyset man and it was obvious when he came over, dwarfing poor, thin, Zedd. His belly bulged out and he had a good sense of humor. He has sandy-red hair, complete with beard and sideburns, and brown eyes. Chief Goru had his son as an apprentice. Lafayette was a well behaved boy, with an atheletic build and scruffy sand colored hair. He always had bright green eyes and was always willing to help. He was a mouse of a boy in voice but a lion of a boy when it came to standing up for what he believed in. His father had taught him well and he always made his father proud. Being the only son, he meant everything to Chief Goru and I remember him when he was still a child. Back then, I'd watch while Goru lifted little Lafayette onto his shoulders and watched the satellites in the sky.
I didn't see Lafayette with Chief Goru though, and the usual smile wasn't there either.
"What's wrong?" I asked, polite as I offered for him to sit down.
He politely declined the seat and sighed, "Lafayette was watching the President's daughter..."
"That's great! That's an honor!" I smiled. The president we had now was the first hybrid president in history, he was an H-Turtle. His daughter was set up to be an H-Siamese in two weeks, it was all over the news. His daughter is seven years old and her Mother had been against letting her become a hybrid but had finally agreed.
"That's not why I'm here." Goru had no sign of a smile.
"Then what're you here for?" My smile vanished.
"They've been kidnapped."