Transformation

Subj: Animalism Explained. The Truth Behind The Myths.

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Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2050 4:24:39 AM Eastern Daylight Time

Transmission Protocol: 1Tyger3 Mandelbrot-Daimler Decoding

Monday, 15 October 2024

I congratulate you on having hacked your way through the coding programs. They're meant to keep out all but the best and this information is not to be openly distributed. Read at your own risk, and realize that, by doing so, you're endangering the location you're accessing this from. Expect the Net Police to knock on your door within twenty-four hours.

My name is Adam and I was the first of many, as you might guess the name implies. You've probably heard of me, in fact. I was, after all, the first of us.

I'm writing this memoir so that those of you in the future will be able to know the REAL truth about how all this got started. After all, most of the time, history has been told by those in control, not those who actually lived it. If it hadn't, we'd have known all along that the Cold War hadn't really ended, but only gone to another level.

Since I've been alive, a lot of things have changed, but there have always been those who wanted to know the truth of my life and not the media-mashed version they throw out there on the Edu-Webs all the time. What you're going to learn here is the truth about me, the truth about why you have become what you have and what you're supposed to do with it.

To get started, I suppose I should tell you that I was a normal person before everything started changing. I had a father and mother, and even a little sister, like most families they talk about being stereotypical. Very nuclear. We lived in a house in a major city which I'm not allowed to name due to restrictions on most digital access recorders like the one you're probably using to read this. After all, I don't honestly believe that just because I was the first, that anyone will make that public. Probably cause a riot or some such nonsense. "How come he wasn't killed?" people will say. "How come they let him live, knowing what they did?" Well, let me dispel this myth here and now. They DIDN'T know. Read on and you'll understand.

Aside from saying that I had a very boring childhood, I can't really think of what to tell you about my youth, so I'll skip to the good stuff. That's what you wanted to hear about anyway, right? Why hack your way through seven layers of encryption just so you can read about my high school wet dreams?

I graduated high school near the top three percent. Yeah, I was considered a prodigy. I could have been Valedictorian, only I didn't feel like working so hard at it that it was actually worth it to me. Leave the hard stuff to the others, who LIKE busting their asses, I've always said. They want it more than I do, so why not let them have it? Too bad the change didn't take that into account when it happened, but then again, I don't think it much gave a damn about ANYONE when it took them over.

Right, enough messing around. You want to know how it happened, and that's what you're here for. No need for me to keep pissing and moaning about something I can't affect now anyway.

To put it simply, no one knew there was a bomb in downtown the day it went off. The Feds had no idea, the CDCC had no idea, and everyone who worked down there had no idea. We just all went about our business as if it was a normal day, sitting through rush hour, parking in the third floor underground of a five floor parking structure, and then taking the glittering silver elevators up to the floors where we worked, only to not be able to tell if it was raining outside or not. Only the bigwigs ever get window seats. Us peons are forced to see daylight only when we walk into their offices. Gives them a big dick syndrome, but that's life, right?

Oh yeah, you've been taught that I was some great conservationist scientist living down in Brazil, haven't you? Guess I dispelled that one without giving you the warning. Sorry. No, I was a mailroom clerk for a major legal firm that has since gone belly-up. No one wants furries defending them in court, huh? Even if the lawyers aren't furry, their help is, and that's reason enough. Maybe that has changed by the time you read this, but then again, I don't know.

I had gone to work pissed off that morning, from what I recall. My girlfriend had just dumped me the night before and I'd considered not going in, only I'd already done that about five times that year, and if I did it again, I'd get fired. They'd hire some other poor schmuck who needed a job and didn't care if he was ignored by the bigwigs, and forget about me before the check was even cut to pay my last week's work. So I went in. Bully for me. If I'd stayed home, I might not have been the first. Whoopee.

Around noon that day, I was sitting in the big pretty park they have surrounding the major buildings of downtown, eating a cheap lunch I'd bought at one of those rolling lunch trolleys the unionized vendors have down there. It was cheap, hot, and filling, and that was all that mattered. No, I wasn't eating braised duck in some friggin' camp out in the wilds of Brazil. That's a bunch of crap, too. Do me a favor, don't believe any other biography you see on the vids anymore. If they could do that to ME, what are they doing to people you give a damn about?

The sky was that slate gray it gets when the pollution index gets just a few numbers below the "gotta have a respirator to breathe" level, giving the food a particularly metallic flavor, but I didn't really notice. My girlfriend had left me the night before. I wasn't really sure how to react. After all, I thought we'd had a good thing going, and according to what she'd said a few days before, she did too.

So I wasn't really paying a lot of attention when there was this loud thunder from somewhere in downtown. People all around me were looking in that direction when I looked up from lunch and realized that what I'd just felt wasn't just another earthquake (can you guess where I was now?). A pillar of black smoke was rising over one of the smaller buildings to the east of where I worked and fire and vehicle alarms were going off all around us.

Have you ever watched a video showing the first moments after a sudden disaster? People stand around, looking dumbfounded, like they can't believe that their lives have just gone from the good ole humdrum that they bitch about to each other almost daily, to the awe of realizing they've just witnessed something bigger than their little lives. People all around me were doing that. I just started eating my lunch again. After all, I only had about five more minutes before I had to be in the mailroom, and I'd paid almost seven bucks for the garbage in my paper bowl. I was damned sure going to finish it before I went back up.

After a while, the alarms turned themselves off, but the sirens kept building. I tossed the trash into one of the receptacles and headed for the elevators, only to find that they'd been shut off. Apparently, the explosion or whatever it had been had tripped the alarms and security systems in the building. No one was going up or coming down until they got everything reset. I called the office on my cell and was told to go home. After all, once they secured everything upstairs, they were leaving. Some kind of disaster had just occurred. I'd missed out on a hell of a show from the upstairs windows, according to my coworkers. Massive explosion in mid-town. One of the towers up the street had lost about half its first floor. Terrorism at it's worst, the radios were screaming.

Whatever. I walked back to my car and drove to my apartment on the West Side, parking in the carport and heading upstairs to turn on the tube.


As you've probably been taught in school by now (they teach the strangest shit to students), a radical wing of Earth First had set off a new kind of bio-bomb in downtown. They claimed to have done it to force the world to realize that the Earth would have its revenge for everything that's been done to it, and this was just the beginning. More explosions were promised around the world, but they were shut down when they tried to do the same thing in Dallas a few weeks later. So much for the Earth's revenge, huh?

The office was closed for about two weeks, while the authorities "cleaned" downtown of the residue of the bomb. For being a biogenetic bomb, no one was showing any signs of anything happening to them. No tetanus outbreaks, no typhoid, no cholera, no nothing. People within ten miles of the site were commanded to visit the doctor within a week (I didn't bother, since I didn't feel anything), and most people went about it as if they were good little citizens. Nothing else was ever said about it.

Well, nothing, until I started feeling odd. There wasn't anything OFFICIAL said, but I've learned since then, that most of the people (not all of them, mind you) who didn't go to the doctor started having the same problems.

First, our skin started changing colors. Most of us stayed relatively normal, compared to what we'd already looked like, but I've since heard stories about white people turning gray and black people turning cream-colored. Every one of us, including me, complained about a constant itch beneath the skin, EVERYWHERE within a month.

Imagine that, if you can. Itching all over your body, and there's nothing you can do about it. It only stopped about the time I realized that my arms were growing dark hair out of EVERY pore on my body. Talk about your hairy guy? I was becoming a wol fman. THEN it began to change COLOR!

Odd thing was, NO ONE saw it! I mentioned this to people and they just laughed, telling me that I was nuts for thinking what I did. Take a topical cream, they told me when I complained about the itch. When I missed a day of work because I couldn't think straight anymore, I got a warning from my supervisor, who said my excuse was the lamest of all the ones I'd given him before. Unfortunately, that was true, but I really WAS itching all over.

So I go to work. My arms are covered in short hair, my hands are fuzzy, and no one is saying anything or even looking twice at me! I even walk up and caress the cheek of this really cute secretary there, and all she can say is that my hand is soft! Talk about denial.

Well, not long after this, other things started to change about me. I went blind about halfway home one evening about three months after the explosion. No warning, no nothing. Didn't matter that I was caught in rush hour traffic and that I had to pull over to the side of the road before I lost sight of everything totally. I only made it home because a friend of mine came to pick me up. I called him by hitting the right combination of buttons on my cell phone, but it was a close call even then. He thought I was joking when I told him I was sitting on the side of the road, completely blind. When he showed up and waved his hand in front of me without me reacting, he believed. We went to the emergency room right after.

Can you believe this? Doctor said there was nothing wrong with my eyes! That I should be able to see perfectly normally. Wanted to run a bunch of tests, but I wanted out of there by then. I was tired of being in a place filled with people I couldn't see, when there was no apparent reason I couldn't see them! My buddy drove me home, told me to take care of myself, and left me alone in the dark. Great, huh? Wonderful friend.

Two hours later, I could see fine. Better than fine, actually. I never turned on a light at night after that. I've never needed to. When I looked in the mirror that night, my eyes had gone slit-pupil on me. If I looked at the right angle (and believe me, I checked out EVERY angle), there was a glow in the back, like someone had a flashlight on in the backs of my eyes. I didn't know what the hell that meant, but given the reactions the doctor'd had, I wasn't about to start asking.

Next day, I'm sitting at work, and Chrissy, this cute Asian girl who works in Accounting came over. "What's up?" she asked. "You're looking cute."

You know, she'd never noticed me before that? And what the hell kind of thing was that to say to me? I stared at her.

"What?" she asked, smiling. "You act like you've never been called that before."

"I haven't," I replied. I'd always been the class geek. The guy who sat in the back and did his stuff and then went home to log onto the system and talk with people like me around the world. Girls had always been just out of my reach, and Chrissy had "Playmate" written all over her. I'd never even so much as said 'hello' to her before.

She sniffed a little, looking around. "What's that smell? Smells good," she said, sitting on the corner of my desk and leaning over. "It's you! What cologne is that? I really like it."

I sniffed a bit, looking around as I tested the air. I suddenly realized that there WAS something interesting in the air. Smelled like a faint cologne, but nothing I could identify, and I don't wear the stuff!

Mean time, Chrissy has leaned over so far that I can see down her red silk shirt and am looking at the tiny black bra she's got on underneath. She's got coffee-colored skin so soft that her silk shirt has nothing on it, and I was staring at it. She didn't even notice.

"What IS that?" she asked, getting up and walking around my desk. In the mean time, the other guys in the mailroom are STARING at her, wondering what she’s taken. I'm not the best looking person, but then again, I was better than most of the guys working there at the time. I've gotten a lot better looking since then, however. Even I have to admit that. Fur will do that for a guy, so I've learned.

Chrissy walks around leans over me again, and keeps sniffing the air, experimentally. Finally, her nose is almost against my hair. "It's YOU," she said, almost purring at this point. I knew she was turned on now, since that little black bra was sheer and I could see small bumps in it in the right locations. She was so turned on that when she straightened up, they were present even through the silk.

I'm totally confused by this point, but I'm getting turned on as well. After all, looking down a potential Playmate's shirt is not something you can do without getting interested in things. So, I decide to take a risk.

"Uh, Chrissy?" I say. Not particularly brilliant, but what can I say? I was at a loss for words and sure the hell wasn't going to let this get past me without at least TRYING something.

"Yeah?" she asks.

"Are you busy on Friday?"

"No," she replied, grinning. "You asking me out?"

"Uh, yeah. I think that's what I'm doing." Brilliant, huh?

"What time?"

"What?" Okay, so I'm not Einstein when it comes to this kind of thing. Leave me alone. About the only thing the vids DO get right is that Chrissy is a major babe. The rest of it - the part about her being another major scientist is some of the heaviest crap they feed you guys. She couldn't read Latin if someone read it FOR her.

"What time do you want to pick me up?" She turned and wrote her address and phone number on my blotter. She flicked black hair out of her face and turned dark eyes on me, smiling with something more meaningful behind her look. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I'd never even THOUGHT of asking her out before, and her she was almost throwing herself at me!

"Seven?"

"Sounds good to me. Don't be late." She turned and licked my ear! Honest to God, she licked my ear! She licked her lips then, and walked away, leaving the others in the mailroom to rush me and ask me what the hell was going on. Of course, not really knowing, I ignored them. Amazing what hormones can accomplish. Predator hormones, that is…


By the time Friday rolled around, I was experiencing even more changes. My fingernails had altered, with the fur growing thick along my fingers at this point. I'd mentioned it to a few people, but they were all sure that I hadn't changed and wasn't I getting a bit crazy about this whole 'animal' thing by this time? No one could see what was happening to me but me. If I kept it up, the guys with the white suit with the arms that tie in the back were going to come and get me, and I damned sure wasn't going to miss going out with Chrissy that Friday, so I'd shut up.

Well, now I had honest-to-God claws, hand and foot. My hair had gone from a dark brown along my skin to a thick white coat with black stripes every few inches, head to toe. I had a white and black-striped mane, my eyes had switched from their normal green to a lustrous emerald color that sparkled in the sunlight but which burned if I stood in front of a halogen lamp for too long. Loud noises irritated me now, and I could walk around my house in pitch dark without needing a light or even the moon. My buddies had to remind me to turn on the headlights to my car when I started it at night. And on top of all that, I'd grown a muzzle! You know how hard it is to eat with a muzzle!?


Friday. Yeah. That's what I was telling you. Chrissy was amazing. She had on this little black dress ensemble and smelled SO amazing that I couldn't even begin to explain it to you. I had bought tickets for the theatre downtown using the last of my credit on my card, and blanked my checking account getting a tuxedo to wear for her. She was dressed to the nines for me, since I'd dropped a hint that we were going somewhere special that night. The tux went well with my white and black fur, I thought. Chrissy seemed to like it a lot. She rubbed up against me a lot while we walked to the car.

"There's something… different… about you," she said. She got into the car and immediately put her hand on mine when I got in the other side. She started to rub up and down my arm, reaching under the sleeve.

"I know," I replied, grinning. I'd grown fangs too, but she didn't notice it and I didn't care anymore. By this time, I'd begun to realize what was happening, and damnit, I was going to enjoy it!

"What is it?" she asked. "You win lotto or something? You act like you're on top of the world."

"King of the beasts, or something close" I said, grinning again. "You could say that, I guess"

"Hmm," she replied, watching me with slit eyes. "I think I like this." Her hand rubbed up and down my arm like she knew she was petting a giant, human-sized cat, but I knew somehow that she couldn't feel it. If she DID, she wasn't believing what she was seeing.

From what I understand now, all of the people who were hit with the transformation virus that day have told the same kind of story. Psychologists are now saying that the people in question actually DID see what we were talking about, but their rational minds refused to consider the possibilities. And none of them would admit what they were seeing to other people, thinking that they were just seeing things. After all, how do you explain what you think you're seeing to others, when you're not sure you're really seeing it yourself?

Well, to make a long story short, Chrissy and I have been together ever since. She's crazy for me, and loves me even more now that she knows what I am and understands it. From what I've heard, I was the first transformation, but a lot of the people I talked to, touched, and was around for long periods of time (including ALL the guys in the mail room that day) have transformed as well. I'm sort of a Typhoid Mary for the transformation virus. The people who survived that first attack and didn't see the doctor are all the first of a new breed of anthropomorphs. Interestingly enough, not all of us became white tigers. Some are birds, others are wolves, and a few are rabbits, raccoons, and the like.

From what I understand, it has something to do with the base animal we've always considered ourselves to be. Not a single person didn't already consider him or herself to have something of an animal side to them before they changed. I've come to believe that, unless you can actively imagine yourself as an animal to begin with, you won't change, even if you DO get the transformation virus. That would explain why the bigwigs at the office, who were too caught up in being what they WERE, didn't change, when several others in the company did around them.

So there you have it: the beginning of a new race. After all, despite the fact that they eventually realized what was going on and have finally given us the same rights as everyone else, we're still a new race and different from those who came before us. Homo Sapiens is no longer always the dominant species on this planet, and that is why they fear us. We are both something more and something less than the baseline human being. We incorporate all the advantages of being humans with the bestial side of the animals. People who share my animal are all predators. Rabbit-folk are all friendly, outgoing, and timid to a certain extent and always were before they changed. The others are all based on what they were as a person, and what they wanted or wished they were before they changed.

Let me be the first to tell you this: You are no longer what you were. The fact that the regular world cannot understand that and may not be fully willing to accept you for what you are only shows how limited Homo Sapiens is. Only those who can accept, like my Chrissy, can fully realize what has happened. They used to talk about mankind fiddling with genetics against the better judgment of most of the world. Well, they didn't know how right they were. Homo Sapiens has taken the best of the animals and combined it with the intellect and power of itself, making something different. As such, we are the Earth's Revenge! WE are the creatures to whom the Earth has been bequeathed by those "maniacs" (as the media still refer to them as), the Earth First rebels. It is up to US to make sure that the world is properly taken care of.

If you have found this address and hacked through the layers of programming meant to keep the weak-willed out of here, then you have found what you have been looking for all along. You are NOT an accident. You are the inheritor of something grand. You are the synthesis between man and animal that is only here to remind mankind of just how close we really are to the animals. We share a common heritage, a common home world, and a common destiny. If we destroy the Earth, then we are not the only creatures here to suffer for it. In your daily lives, try to remember and live this truth. Only by doing so, can those of us who have been given our inner animal accomplish what those "fanatics" intended - to save our world from those who would destroy it.

Attached you will find data that will assist you in penetrating the data cores of those companies and organizations most determined to wipe out the remaining places were EARTH is still herself. Use this information and put it to good use. YOU are the future. Remember that.

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