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Obediently we followed the border guard. But
we were cautious, recognizing that we were on foreign soil. As we
walked we became ever more aware that our presence did not go
unnoticed. Every animal that we passed gave us a look as if we
didn't belong there. Finally we reached a wooden gate with a large
hole in the bottom. This was apparently the entrance to our
destination because our guide paused before it. He turned toward us
and said, “Just let me do the talking.” As soon as we entered the
gate we were met with angry hissing and growling. It reminded me of
my earlier run-ins with the dogs. “We shouldn't be here,” whispered
Rizzo, “My gut is telling me we made a mistake in coming.” For some
reason I was reminded of my brother Vincent. “Come!” ordered our
guide. We obediently followed. Two large cats stood guard at the
entrance of a cellar door hissing noisily as our guide approached.
“Who are these intruders? Do you have clearance to be here?”
shouted one of the doorkeepers menacingly. The other just stood
with his fur bristled sizing us up. “I've brought someone to see
Socrates,” said the border guard. “He would have wanted me to bring
them here at once.” One of the doorkeepers squinted his eyes and
said, “And if you're wrong are you prepared to face the
consequences?” The border guard looked at us then back to the
doorkeeper and responded, “I am.” “We shall see,” snickered the
guard as he turned quickly to enter the cellar. Our guide quickly
followed him. “You wait here!” growled the other guard. He meanly
glared at us the entire time we waited. Suddenly we heard barking,
growling, and the unmistakable sound of dogs fighting over
something. Soon all was quiet again and after a time the doorkeeper
reappeared through the cellar door, but this time alone. He
proclaimed without even looking at us, “Socrates will see you now!”
Both doorkeepers stepped away from the entrance and didn't look at
us again. Rizzo and I glanced at one other then apprehensively
entered the cellar door. It was damp, dark, and musty smelling. It
took awhile for our eyes to adjust to the darkness but as we walked
we both became aware at the same time of a large towering figure
standing in the middle of the room.

Chapter 4
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Anyone who has the
power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you
commit injustices - Voltaire

“So, you must be Christopher. I have been
looking forward to meeting you. My name is Niccolo,” said the large
tomcat whose presence commanded the room. “Forgive the manners of
my comrades. They are very cautious because one can never be too
careful these days especially with strangers, if you know what I
mean?” I did not know what he meant but I nodded in approval just
the same. Rizzo said, “Christopher has come to speak to Socrates.”
Without even looking at Rizzo Niccolo responded, “One doesn’t come
to see Socrates. One is summoned by Socrates.” He then looked at me
and said, “Your friend here looks famished.” “Ardin!!” shouted
Niccolo. Immediately a cocker spaniel came running from a darkened
hallway at the other end of the room and stood wagging his tail and
looking at Niccolo. “Take our comrade here...” he then paused
looking at Rizzo as if he was awaiting an answer. Catching on Rizzo
said, “It’s Rizzo.” Niccolo continued, “Yes, take comrade Rizzo and
get him something to eat while Christopher and I get better
acquainted.” The dog looked at Rizzo then back at Niccolo. “Of
course. Follow me comrade,” said the dog upon turning and heading
back to the hallway from which he came. Reluctantly Rizzo followed
disappearing into the darkness. After watching my friend depart I
then looked up to see Niccolo standing in front of me. He appeared
larger than life. What stood out to me most about this cat was his
fur. He had a double coat. The slight breeze that passed through
the room revealed a soft downy undercoat that was protected by soft
guard hairs. These were blue colored with silver tips which gave
his coat a shimmering appearance. He was a breed of cat that I had
never seen before. He looked like royalty and stood with perfect
posture. I couldn’t help but imagine him sitting on a throne. The
only characteristic bringing this cat down to earth was the long
whiskers jutting out of his face in all directions that were
unusually braided together at the ends. This along with the way he
addressed Niccolo “however is not as interesting as what you did.
The others, Rizzo and the rest of this pack of feral cats that you
now lead think you are special because of your appearance. But they
are wrong. Your appearance is that of an ordinary house cat.” My
eyes widened and a tremor of fear swept through my body. Niccolo
continued, “Yes a house cat but by no means ordinary. Tell me, what
was going through your mind as you faced his subordinates as
comrade gave him a bohemian quality. Niccolo also had large dark
and vivid green eyes that were now locked on my eyes. “You look as
though you have some questions?” said Niccolo. “Please feel free to
ask me whatever you want. I want for us to become friends.” I
shuffled my paws a little then spoke up. “How do you know who I
am?” Niccolo smiled. “I make it my business to know what goes on in
all of the territories. Socrates has spies everywhere just like
Zarathustra.” Niccolo squinted his eyes a little as if to see if
the name Zarathustra registered with me. “Who you are,” continued
down that dog?” “My mind?”  I repeated in a trembling voice.
“Yes, most cats who live in the scattered territories not only
would never attempt to speak to a dog but it would never occur to
them to try. Although domesticated, most cats view dogs as lower
beings without the capacity to reason. So why would a house cat
that I assume has not been exposed to stray dogs or other wild
animals suddenly reach out across species to reason with a dog?” I
was not sure of how to answer so I just looked down at the floor.
“Can I make a suggestion?” asked Niccolo. “I believe you acted in
this way out of instinct. You analyzed quickly that what you share
in common with that dog, far outweighs the differences between you
two. You then made a decision based upon this. You realized that
despite your pampered upbringing, now the both of you are in the
same boat. You both have to scrounge for food in the wilderness
while other animals have excess. This is the only real difference
that matters.” Niccolo looked at me with a great intensity in his
eyes and said, “Do you realize that in reality there are only two
species? I saw your reaction when I identified you as a house cat.
You don’t have to be ashamed about your past. We all reach a point
in our lives when we have to make a decision about which species we
belong to.” I was confused and I’m certain that it registered on my
face. “I don’t understand,” I said. “What do you mean only two
species? Since I arrived in this new world I’ve come into contact
with many different animals and even among them there are various
breeds.” The older cat looked down at me sympathetically and said,
“I know it’s hard for you to understand, but in time you will see
what I mean. Socrates thinks you are not ready to understand how
the world works but I told him that I see something in you. You
remind me a little of myself at an earlier stage in my evolution so
I want to help you. I’m going to explain to you how the real world
works.” I perked up a little and became more alert. This may be
what I’ve been searching for. Niccolo had my full attention. He
asked, “Christopher, do you believe in a creator?” Puzzled I
shrugged my shoulders. “What I mean is do you believe that an
intelligent being created you and me and everything that we see?”
Now I understood. “Oh yeah. I mean I think so. I used to try to
discuss this with my brother and sister but they never really gave
it much thought. I’ve thought about it a lot lately and I think a
creator must exist. It only makes sense that all of us are in
existence for a reason. What do you think?” I asked. Patiently
Niccolo responded, “Whether he exists or whether he doesn’t exist
is not what’s important. What’s important is history.” Again I was
confused. Niccolo continued but looked over my head as if I were
just one in among a much larger audience that he was addressing.
“That feeling you have that a creator must exist is a common one.
Long ago when the masters of the universe realized that this was
the case they decided to exploit this feeling by telling stories of
an afterlife where all the animals who are obedient and content to
live as slaves would go after they died. They were told that as
long as they lived miserably without complaining in this life, that
in the afterlife they would live as kings. Needless to say this
ploy worked as it was intended and these masters were able to
control the animals without so much as a struggle. For centuries
this model society stood in tact with everyone satisfied, the
masters living in shameless luxury while the slaves were content
with their promise of the future. Then one day something happened.”
Niccolo paused and looked me in the eyes as a teacher would look at
his pupil. He knew I was hanging on his every word. Taking the bait
I asked, “What happened?” Niccolo continued, “The animals decided
with one accord that they were no longer satisfied with the promise
of a future reward in another life. They decided that they needed
to get their reward in this life. Thus began the first revolution.
This was just the first of many revolutions in a long cycle of
power shifts.” Niccolo suddenly turned and began walking towards
the darkened hallway that Rizzo had disappeared into earlier. He
looked back at me and said, “Come with me Christopher. I want to
show you something.” As we walked through the long corridor I
noticed many doors. I thought I heard activity on the other side of
the doors but the noises were too muffled to make out what this
activity was. We exited through a door at the end of the hallway
and we were outside once again. I followed Niccolo as he took me to
what looked like a secret path. It seemed to be a part of Kliev
that was off limits to most of its inhabitants because the terrain
and surrounding landscape was untouched by domestication. As we
walked Niccolo continued, “The slaves were at a disadvantage
however because although they had solidarity of feeling in what
they wanted, they had no experience in governing. Thus they were
unable to articulate this feeling into a stable system so they
eventually lost their power at the hands of their enemies the
masters. The masters also failed to learn from history and they
immediately reverted to their former course of oppression. They
reasoned that their mistake was in not being hard enough on the
slaves, so going forward they resolved to be even more brutal. This
of course only resulted in another more powerful revolution. Until
recently this back and forth cycle appeared as if it would continue
indefinitely. It seemed inevitable for the cycle to continue
because no animal lived long enough to become aware that the cycle
even existed.” We walked into a clearing and towards a cliff.
Although I had never been in this area before something about it
seemed familiar to me. Looking out over the cliff I realized why
this area seemed familiar. We were above the strange colorful waves
that earlier I thought might be the ocean. Although I was not in
the same place as before, the view was the same. Miles below, two
great colorful tidal waves rose and rushed towards each other
breaking and producing a vivid red color. I looked across the great
chasm and was overwhelmed by the extent of it. It was not just a
random cliff we were standing on. In reality we were on one side of
an enormous canyon. Niccolo continued, “Through a number of
circumstances and with the aide of a number of noteworthy animals
this cycle came to the awareness of a minority of exceptional
figures. The cycle was identified as a societal disease, or more
specifically a bi-polar sickness that consists of two extremes. In
the one extreme our society of animals would experience a sense of
euphoria at taking power but no one stopped to think about how this
power change came about. When the power inevitably shifted, the
system suffered the shock of the other extreme, which was like a
depression of sorts. If this was a societal sickness then some
reasoned that it could be cured with a number of strict measures.
You must understand that the shift in power is inevitable which
means that we are destined to take power. What needs to happen
however is that instead of losing ourselves in euphoria, we must
keep the strict measures into place thus breaking the cycle of
extreme fluctuations. As a result everything will be restored to
perfect balance and harmony. Christopher, can you imagine a world
where all animals live in peace? No need to live with fear or
insecurity because there is no one that wants to do you harm? It
will be a paradise with everyone working for the betterment of his
fellow comrade. From each according to his ability, to each
according to his need.” As Niccolo spoke about peace and equality
something strange began to happen. Warmth began to radiate from the
tips of my ears to the bottom of my paws. It was a feeling that I
have not felt for sometime. “Would you like to live in such a world
Christopher?” “Of course,” I responded. “What do I need to do?”
Niccolo exhibited a wide smile. “Your role is very important. You
see Fostoria is a land that is in a state of collapse. There,
society has broken down to the point of allowing village gangs to
engage in confused mob violence. These gangs vary in size but they
are always collapsing and splintering off into smaller groups. You
now lead the largest gang in Fostoria. They have enough members to
constitute an army but because they have no solidarity in
leadership and no real focused purpose they are destined to break
up into many smaller groups. You see a society needs a purpose.
Because Fostoria borders both Cuyamonga and Kliev, they have
adopted a patchwork of philosophies that include specieism and
animalism. These two philosophies are diametrically opposed. I’m
sure you noticed this even with the small amount of time you spent
in Fostoria. They use terms such as ‘vermin’ and ‘pest’ not fully
understanding the implications of these terms. Without a working
philosophy this group must disintegrate. In fact according to our
sources they were about to disintegrate just before your arrival.
What you did with the dog united them with hope. They are looking
to you for leadership. They are desperate for it.” Niccolo paused
waiting for me to react. I exclaimed, “I don’t know anything about
being a leader.” He grinned and said, “Just leave that to us. I
already told you that it is inevitable for the great society of
animals to take power. All you have to do is not try to prevent the
power shift from occurring. We have had operatives working in
Fostoria for years but they have been unable to accomplish what you
did in just one day and that’s unify the masses. We have the
infrastructure in place. We were just waiting for you.” At the time
all of this sounded very good. I was given a great purpose, my task
seemed to be something that I was capable of carrying out, and the
best part was that I would be working for the betterment of all
animals. I thought, “I will be instrumental in creating a society
founded on equality and peace. Surely Jeffery Chambers will hear
about this society. He will see that I didn’t need him after all.”
Niccolo looked down towards the rushing waves and said, “Its
beautiful isn’t it? Do you know what it is that we are looking at?”
I shook my head. He continued, “This is Surface Zero in the
Lumpenproletarian Valley. Remember I told you that animalism and
specieism are two diametrically opposed philosophies? This is a
visual representation of that fact. What you see are thousands of
animals rushing forward with a purpose. They are colliding with
other animals that have just as strong of a feeling of purpose. A
river cannot flow in two directions forever. Eventually one side
must give in to the other. It is inevitable that our side will be
victorious because we are going with the flow of history. Nothing
can stop it. To try and go against the flow of history would be
insane. That brings us to our enemies. It’s important for you to
understand what we are up against. The adherents of specieism are
insane. They are dangerous because for the most part they are
sincere. They think they have found the truth and are willing to
die for their beliefs. Their sincerity is shown in how at every
opportunity they try and convert others. We on the other hand, know
we have the truth, so there is no need for conversion. The nature
inherent in each animal will reveal itself eventually. We don’t
believe in this great need the specieists have to try and reach the
heart and change someone from within. Animals are who they are and
there is no changing that. Surface information and prodding will
cause them to reveal themselves and there nature will come to the
surface.” I was curious to know what he meant by prodding, but I
decided not to ask because I didn’t want to interrupt his train of
thought. I was really learning quite a bit. Niccolo warned,
“Zarathustra’s philosophy is a perversion of thought and utter
nonsense. Never listen to the specieists. All who succumb to their
thinking are apostates and worse than enemies.” Niccolo paused and