The City of Men and Apes
Raging Madness
Season One
Jimmy Loong
April 2017
Adaptation of the Planet of the Apes
Continued on 31st Jan 2020. Hope
it works this round.
Renewed on 1st April 2020.
Done on 5th of April 2020
Prelude
The
world was never the same when a series of plagues infected the population of
Man, and diminished the count to almost a quarter of its numbers than before
the cures were discovered. It was not the initial plague that decimated the
population then although a sizeable died but the recurring of the evolved virus
brought on the final countdown after a lapse of twenty years. The mankind survivors moved to the new cities
while some were abandoned.
Once
such city then gave a simple name as the City Seven or popularly known as the
City held a population of under a hundred thousand and yet it housed more than
five times the numbers. The numbers came from the humans who were mentioned in
their numbers and then there were the servants. The later was the not so intelligent
breed and were once known in their natural habitat as apes or monkeys. The new breed
of apes ranged from the huge gorillas to the smaller chimpanzees. It was the
later who was deemed to be the perfect servants of Man although the huge
gorillas did well for heavy works. The surviving creatures were bred in ten
breeding centers within the City. From a mere five thousand in the initial
batch, they were artificially bred to ten times that numbers. The newborns were
then sent for the microchip insertion and given the needed stimulus to be
servants.
What
Man lack in skills and will to do, the servants were trained to do so. They
were the housekeepers to walking the pets and children, cleaning and the menial
works of carrying the baggage. The stronger ones which were the gorillas were
retained to do the heavier works like maintenance or construction. Their
welfare was never considered for they were servants. In some other time, era,
they were alike to slaves. Like the slaves, the end of their servitudes was
never revealed nor were their deaths. No cared to ask for they were servants.
Their motto was to serve and obey for mankind.
Unknown
to the Man, the apes were undergoing an evolution in their build-up and over
the generations, the servants had become more mindful of their tasks. If the
true capacity of Man’s mind was never used beyond a tenth of it, then the
apes may have done more than that during the evolution. They became more
intelligent in their learning but they also learned hot hide it.
And
from there the evolution was to become a new revolution.
That
was not recorded for all to know.
Is
the truth ever true?
Hopefully he
will wake up from it.
Despair the
defeated will crawl
The joyous
victors cheered in their steps
And no one sees
the death and maimed
For none cared
The defeated
anxious to save their own
The victor needs
no reminder
Yet in every war
this is repeated
Just like the
mind reprocessing
Just that the
memories did not come around
We are all
retards to the woes of war.
Jimmy
Loong, May 31st 2017
1.
The
designated cruiser used by the Enforcement Division was a vehicle powered by
the electrical power source below the rear of it. It gave the three-wheeler a
power drive at over ninety miles an hour but give the design of the roads, the
vehicle could do at best was fifty miles before it was considered as reckless.
The cruiser was shaped like an elongated beetle with the front shell, its glass
cover that displayed the single driver to the rear single passenger seating.
The glass cover opened like the cockpit of the vintage flying vehicle. One the
side of the vehicle was mounted the twin headlamps that lighted up the path
ahead. At the rear of the vehicle, the shell was the powered generator set that
powered the engine and supporting it was then the twin huge tires. The vehicle
had mounted twin cannons on the left side which makes it a deadlier unit on
patrol.
The
call came ten minutes ago.
“Major
One. You are needed at Alpha Square. Homicide death.”
That
was all for Senior Officer Lanceston to hear before he pressed on the pedal to
accelerate the vehicle into the marker of pass the maximum limit. He handled
the vehicle with utmost calmness while they overtook the slower ones and sped
on the open stretches. The lanes for the moving vehicles were stacked in multi high
levels that snaked around the taller inhabitant structure that reached close to
the clouds. The lanes were built wide allowing for six vehicles to travel in a row
and it was all one-way traffic to avoid any collision from oncoming traffic.
The lanes were interwoven with turns to stop at the allotted stops. Despite the
precautions taken, there were cases of collisions of vehicles that cross or
overlap the lanes. To ensure the safety of the adjacent inhabited structures,
the side of the lanes were reinforced with metal barriers that may stop a
skidding vehicle. Most times, it does but there were some cases where it failed
to do so, and the vehicle will slam into the inhabited structures and caused
some casualties there.
If
the casualties were servants, the news on it was scant but the crashes have
rarely avoided the human inhabitants with its cramped living conditions. The
news flash of these accidents will be broadcast for days and then the pockets
of dissatisfaction will spread out with a small group of mobs asserting their
strength on the Enforcement Division.
Senior
Officer Lanceston or Lance to his friends was a senior officer of the
Enforcement Division which governed the handling of major crimes including
homicides. He was one of the five in the district there over a fifty-mile radius,
considering that there were twenty thousand residents and fifty thousand over
servants. The city five districts covered over three hundred miles in radius.
The area outside the city was the barren landscape and home to the outcasts and
frontier dwellers.
Senior
Officer Lanceston; Abraham Lincoln Lanceston, was the only son of General
Oliver Lanceston who died during the ending days of the Dividing War. His name
was taken from an icon of freedom of the ancient days. His father's final words
to him were never giving up on the battle for freedom.
Senior
Officer Lanceston was then in his late thirties and having served for over ten
years as an Enforcer and before that, he was in the same unit as his father, the
Marauders Unit of the Enforcement Division. The Marauder's role was to hunt for
the major criminals but the year of peace soon made him drifted to the
enforcing tasks. He was not a tall figure but his slim figure gave him that
appearance. He enhanced his physical state with a constant workout with his
servant, the gorilla named Bud by him. Bud grew with him since birth and they
been good pals. His uniform was a blue overall with the matching waist-length
jacket that held three stripes from the left shoulder to downwards to the hem.
His overall was tucked into the knee-length strapped boots where a dagger was
tucked into the right boot. He did not have any headgear for he preferred to
wear a head bandana over his clean-shaven head.
“Judd,
how far are we?” Lance voiced over the communication.
“Around
the corner and we shall be there.” Officer Molly or Molleen Callen replied. She
was a female officer who was fewer among the ones who qualified for Major
Crimes. She was what may be considered
as petite build but her peers have regretted that assumption when they lost to
her in the physical bout. She was proficient in the skills of hand fighting.
She was dressed like him but her jacket held only two stripes.
“We
will stop here.” Lance applied the brakes when they reached the corner, and the
vehicle drifted to the right on the sudden stop command. The front single wheel
was wider than the two rear ones to allow for stability in the fast drive but
it was not designed for sharp turns. The vehicle lurched on the stop and then
it came to a complete standstill on the curb. The glass cover slides back and
Lance stepped out.
“What
the? You could have told me beforehand.” Molly screamed at Lance. He was always
one to act on his own instincts. “So, your brain telling you that the killer
may be here.”
“I
just know, Mol.” Lance looked at the towering inhabited structure from the
ground level. It was by his estimate at over a hundred levels from the ground
up. He had been lived with the different
apes since young and he knew their behavior well. If a servant was on the run
when on the ground level it would head for the higher points and from there it
was able to see for any pursuing foes.
“Station
confirmed it’s a servant,” Molly replied after she replaced the communication
unit with the Main Station. “We got a runaway.”
Lance
stood there on the curb and looked to his surroundings. The new city landscapes
have not changed much but due to the denser population in the area, the newer
structures were added to the existing building with connecting corridors or
upper levels of buildings like branches of the tree, and the extension reinforced
to support the structures. With the new improvement, the sunlight from the sun
was blocked by the overhanging structures giving the surface level a dark
sullen environment. The use of none carbon emission alleviated the breathable
conditions, but it was offset by lack of sunlight.
“Lance,
the suspect is on the run,” Mol called out. “Heading our….”
Lance
saw the fleeing shadow and knew that he was to do his part then as the
Enforcer. He reached inside the vehicle to retrieve his pack. It was a narrow
case which he opened by removing the zippered front. He reached in and took the
double set of metallic vambrace with a few notches on the topside. He reached
in for the attachment to the vambrace. He locked on the unit there on his right
arm. It looked like four long tubes on the unit with each tube holding a mini
mounted dart. Each of those darts contained enough serum to knock down a raging
chimpanzee or two darts for the gorillas. He was not keen to kill them unless
he has to. He took out another unit that resembled a rounded shield that was
attached to his left arm. That was to protect him in case of a physical fight. He
then reached in for the last piece there.
The
item was two feet length metallic baton with a round knob top.
Lance
aimed it at the third level of the wall on the inhabited structure and pressed
the lever on the baton. The knob top shot out towards the wall trailed by the
metal wire. It hit the wall and the knob opened upon impact to form a six-point
talon that caught onto the wall. Once the talons formed a hold their Lance was
hoisted towards the wall. Just before he reached it Lance pressed the lever to release
the talons and it reformed back into the knob along with the wire. By then he
had swung the baton aiming at another upper level. With three throws, Lance was
at the connecting corridor seven levels up that was adjoining the two
buildings. He crouched there on the landing of the corridor and lowered his
baton which had then retracted back. He tucked the baton to his back on the
special housing there.
“Hello,
there my miscreant runner.”
The
servant had crouched there on its four limbs at the other end of the corridor.
It was getting ready to jump as if it was in its instinct to do so but it
hesitated. It heard the command by another human master and was responding to
the command of Man which was surgically implanted into its brain. Its right paw
went up to the side of the head and started hitting it. It was confusing and
then sneered at the man. It was the sign of aggression rarely seen then but
there were instances of such behavior which a sharp retort will bring it down.
“Down!”
Lance shouted. The servant toned down but the look was still aggressive. Lance
was to move than at the runner when the shot came from above him. The runner
went down with the headshot. Not many could do that and fewer were issued high-velocity
rifles. He turned to look at the source of the shot. It was from the adjacent
building
“Too
bad we miss you again, Lance.” The voice belonged to the shooter who had
lowered the rifle. The shooter laid down the rifle and pulled at the left-handed
glove. The shooter then reached for the base cap that wore the opposite
direction. On the cap was the logo of the shooter was the rifle with the scope.
“Bernice,
you could have shot it in the arms. Why kill it?”
“Lance,
it’s a servant.”
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