Jungming stares at the television screen. Ripped away from the utopia of his home to face the horrors of the greater world. Not to say there aren't small horrors still facing his nation, but the depths that humanity is willing to plunge elsewhere weighs heavy on his mind when he allows himself to think of them. Heavy in a form of almost righteous rage. He hears the statements of the German Government, how they are not willing to genocide these... people, their fellow human beings. Jungming will not stoop lower than calling them at least his brothers and sisters. But he knows that Western Germany is not fully free. Either domestically or internationally. The USA and its genocidal overtures dangerously point towards doing something drastic and irreversible. China and the USSR are quiet, dealing with internal problems that Jungming could only guess at, and that made Jungming feel alone. In a world full of cruelty and fear towards the people he was watching on the television screen.
He sat there watching the images come in. He saw children playing in dirt behind barbed wire, adults communicating with the guards for supplies they needed, crowds of journalists giving absolutely no sense of dignity to those within the... might as well call it what it is... concentration camp. Then suddenly, images in Jungmings mind rolled in, memories from a decade or more ago. Of his fathers reeducation camps, of children playing in dirt, of adults trying to find a guard sympathetic enough to spare food for a skeletal child, of everyone knowing what is going on but nobody stopping it in fear of being put into one of the camps. They say history does not repeat itself, but sometimes it rhymes.
Jungming thinks about Mai, currently off somewhere in the country attempting to get her Youth Scouts up and running. Jungming was unsure of how to break the news. He looks down to two of his youngest in his arms, unaware of how drastic of a change this news is to the world. To them, seeing people with fur and snouts might be the most natural thing in the world, if such people are alive when his children grow up. He glanced back at the television, they were playing back the same picture of the children playing in the dirt, and his heart almost seized in his chest. Sometimes the cruelty of man knows no depths, but sometimes, sometimes, compassion can reach deeper.
[][Jungming - Traits: Trusting, Idealist, Vengeful] A speech, for all humanities to hear. One calling for an understanding, Pandora's Box once opened can not be shut as the westerner says, but as they say in Guangchou, balance is needed. A balance between love and compassion to those willed into this world against their will. Their existence is not the fault of their own, these Homo Lupus. Whether it was some form of divine intervention from god, gods, spirits, or man does not matter. These people exist. They love and worry the same as any of us. If the world can not accept that, then Guangchou can accept that. We are, if nothing else, a nation of love. One which has toiled endlessly to ensure the world can be a better place, one free of the deranged capitalist, or the homicidal dictator. Send us your "abominations" let us take in your monsters and demons. We will accept them as our own blood, our brothers and sisters. Communism is eternal and endless, and so is our love.
The images shocked people, but did it scare them? The people of Guangchou have been shocked many times in the last decade. From their great leader closing down rotten institutions of his father, to a tsunami, to what the tsunami washed upon their shores, to walking robots traversing their countryside. Life in this country was strange and shocking. Why not another shock to the pile as one says.
A mother sits in a bar, nursing a beer after a shift watching the television. She sees the images, the camps, the children, and remembers her time in a reeducation camp for her views. She thinks of her child and how much he is her world. And as she gets drunk, she gets angry. Angry that the world dares be afraid of children enough to lock them in a cage like an animal. An animal can not talk, it can not play with toys, it does not run and hug its mother afraid of television crews breathing down its neck. No, those are people on the screen, and as she gets drunker, and more news of reactions from the capitalists roll in, the anger turns to despair, until she is cut off and sent home to hug her child and appreciate that he will not have to live in a cage like she did.
A man sits in a clinic, manning the counter. A television plays in the corner. The entire waiting room sits, transfixed to the images and words coming out of it. Heated discussions start, stop, and start again in rapid succession. Are they human? What is a human? Are they apart of Humanity? Can there be multiple humanities? Is this what it means to play god? Are some of Communisms teachings not that man can be a god over nature? Is that revisionism? Do we need to call the police to stop this ideological debate? The arguments continue on and on, and the man at the counter hears all of it in a jumbled mess. He thinks back to his medical knowledge, the bare bones stuff they give to the receptionists of anatomy and genealogy. How hard it must have been to give a human fur let alone the other features he is seeing. These creatures may be apart of humanity, but how much pain and suffering had to happen to make them? What monstrous methods were used to build these people from scratch? Did these people only know of a world of cages and sterile walls? There must be something that can be done for them...
A person of indeterminate gender sits in the Guangchou Institute of Sexual Science. Listening to the radio as descriptions and press releases of the situation come in. The person gets excited. What new science this must bring! What new anatomy there is to study! They must invite one of these Homo Lupus over, there are so many questions. If the Lupine's are human then they can love as they can, but do they love differently? Were their minds altered by the genetic expression of snouts and fur resulting in different expressions of companionship? Could this lead to new kinks? Would new sex safety tips need to be formed? Did STD's still transfer easily? Were their genitalia human shaped or canine shaped? Did Guangchou need to start a new assembly line of special form condoms? All these and more raced through their head at a million miles per hour, and they started jotting down notes.
[][Guangchou People] Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, for we are the People of The Most Glorious Democratic People's Republic of Guangchou, Light of All Nations, Defender of ALL Humanities, and Paradise on Earth, and we accept you as you are.
