ARCH 1
“…Strategic paralysis…”
Thursday, 5 Nov 2026, 10:40ish am EST
Plum Island Animal Disease Center; Chester Southam 40 acres field enclosure, New York
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…Graze graze, munch munch, chew chew….
Walk over here, quick trot over there, bullshit everywhere along the way.
Two bison bulls and mare are in a small hilly field on this island, detached from their herd of 51, just roaming out there in yet another matryoshka controlled environment.
Their perspectives are completely indifferent to the world outside of their favorite grazing spots, simple routines, and occasional vet check-ups.
For all this trio knew, and as far as they were concerned, the universe was a big apple, and the occasional butterflies were jewelry.
Chewing the cud, day in and day out, surrounded by CCTV.
Ruminating often together, following each other around in good matrimony.
Below their split hooves, hidden deep in a complex below, there’s a massive underground zoo.
This facility, like thousands of others, is somehow invisible in plain sight, as if magically unapproachable by moral judgement.
Hidden behind perennial veils of soft-power.
The entire population of 8 million people next door are caught up in the hustle and bustle of 9-5 survival time if they were lucky, or getting scrapped by poverty if they weren’t. Everything is kosher and ticking as intended.
Nothing to see here plebs; authorized access only.
Behind mag-locked double-doors and rows of offices, waxed floors and suits with badges, there’s a diverse range of animals in cages for testing.
From big money places.
These spaces have uncontestable propriety of lives, and are free from scrutiny and liability.
They practice: countless, and bloody; trials and errors, cause and effects, and measurable reactions for repeatable predictable success.
Hidden trademarks, blacked out intelligence files, and Victorian Secrets.
From high end shampoo, to what-if this was CRISPR’d, to more patentable GMO, to virology and bio-weapons creations.
For profit, or war winning; not altruism, nor prosocial agreements.
Marketed as scientific progress and necessary to save lives whenever deemed necessary; so it’s okay to trust them.
In the buffalo herd case study; the official experiments were active over the hypothesis that re-introducing them to a strained ecosystem, resulting from their historical removal, might be the answer to help re-stabilize it.
Experiments also measured a range of nuanced gene modifications that would allow for the animal to potentially be made more domestic friendly; finding the right gattaca sequencing and hormonal releases to have them produce more milk, more fat meat, more offspring, grow faster, and be readily obedient to soft commands even through a stressful environment.
The Industrial Psychology departments of Harvard and Stanford were proud of their progress and research results so far.
In a different part of the facility, from different interest groups, there’s a special case female grizzly bear.
Huge, ferocious, and radioactive.
Complete with Manchurian VRAI-Y? chip implant.
An expensive project, a major investment.
An elite team of private soldiers, unaware and not informed by their chain of command over the oncoming green rain; had been hastily ordered to guard a massive holding area while “repairs were being made to an elephant’s backup cage.”
The big bastard beast, blocked from view by re-enforced opaque acrylic and top secret clearance, was impatiently growling and sniffing hungrily at the sweat, uneasiness, and cigarette smoke from the soldiers outside… they were startled by the changing weather, confused on why everything was getting so jaded all of a sudden.
Minutes later, sunflowers and four-leaf clovers blew in, and a green flood of emerald sword-drops followed with it.
11:11:11 am EST.
In a new york minute, the green cloud was done and continued to roll out, disappearing shortly after it’s wrap over the east coast.
As for the two bison bulls and mare.
They awoke and saw each other as human beings for the first time.
Bull X, rolling awake from the earth, felt love at first sight at seeing mare Z.
Bull Y sat up, looked around, noticed the green cloud disappearing in a vast distance above and away from him, and signed quietly out loud, to himself; what the fuck is going on, where am I, who am I? What am I?
The bison woman, nude on the grass patch, felt scared looking up and around her,
Vulnerable, afraid, and exposed, the wide open surroundings and fences in the distance…
and two naked fools next to her, one of them staring at her and the other looking into the air talking to himself about what is life or something like some kind of abnormal.
She said F this, sprang up, and ran the freak out; learning balance and rhythm immediately on her way out of there.
The other two bulls saw her running, looked around and seeing nobody else, instinctively ran to catch up with her because nobody knew what was going on; and it felt like the viscerally appropriate thing to do.
The bison lady bolted as fast as she could and substantially distanced herself from the bulls with her lighter frame; running far.
For a while she felt free from it all. Amazing. Unstoppable even. Until eventually she felt pain start crushing her abdomen, her breathing was becoming much harder to do. She didn’t understand how things could be so good a moment ago and now things are not working right. She wants to keep going. She slows down slower and slower, and falls.
The two bulls swinging madly behind her trying to catch up saw her fall down in the distance in humble drama.
Bull X desperately picked up his pace, soon trying himself to survive the expanding compression and fire in his lungs, thinking to himself how much life sucks before he even caught up with the concept of what it even was. He couldn’t keep his sprint, but held on until he collapsed next to mare Z, panicking on why he couldn’t breathe anymore while worried about the mare hurting beside him as well and wishing he could do something.
Bull 2 made it to them a few second later, keeping his conscious while lightheaded stars clouded his vision. Closing his eyes he focused on his body and tried to listen in on what it was that his body was asking for, quickly calming himself back down with deeper more deliberate breathing. He found a mantra from somewhere in him, it said, inhale love, exhale peace.
He opened his eyes, vision clearer than ever, focused at the lady cow below him and started slapping and clappping his hands, arms and elbows together furiously signing in anger for her leaving without saying anything first, asks her and the other guy what the fuck is going on, where was she going, what are we doing here? Are we expected to take our own way alone, or are we in this together or something?
As he is smashing his hands around trying to get answers from them, cow girl Z starts to get the feeling to her body back from her exhausted state, growing stronger as she’s getting angrier.
She sits up and puts her own hands up to sign-yell ferociously at Bull Y in front of them, saying, first off, get your nasty swinging balls and obscene schlong away from her face and demanded to know why he was chasing her. She put up her arm and whistled in piraha, threatening him to keep his distance, demanding personal space. She looked over to Bull X beside her, still breathless and still blue in the face, and signed at him, “you too fool!”
Buffalo explained he was following both you idiots because he was alone and had no idea what was going on and you were the only things that had hands and legs and horns like himself!
Mare Z turned to the bull next to her, catching him staring, and asked him what the fuck was his drooling problem with her in sign.
He clapped back worn out and still in labored breathing, responding he felt like he had to protect her, in a softer sign tone than begged the attention from both of them.
He was trying to catch up with her for reasons he can’t explain.
They all calmed down.
Bull Y offered to help them both up.
They stood there, recovering, feeling themselves out and looking about at their surroundings, in new born awe.
There’s a building in the distance with a red rotating light and almost inaudible buzz alarm.
Mixed with confusion. Fear. Hunger. The mare looked around wide eyed, feeling that somehow all she could see was for her, and some kind of indescribable obligation nagging at her.
She felt a breeze on her skin, goosebumps, and a pull towards the tall horizon of towers and skyscrapers in the distance.
Until there was a change in the quiet dull air.
Screams and the popping noises of guns were heard from over the buzzing building in the distance.
Mare Z put her hand on bull Y’s shoulder to get his attention, he looked at her; she pointed that way. He nods.
She went to touch bull Y’s elbow next to her to get his attention, but as she looked over he was staring right at her, indifferent to everything else, causing her to jump back a bit in surprise.
Instinctually, she grabbed his chin and pointed with her lips towards what sounded like screams for help coming from the facility, forcing his jawline to acknowledge that direction even existed.
He nodded. He’d follow her whenever, wherever. He felt endeared that she’s touching him in any which way. He’ll go, and try to impress.
Bull Y instructed them to pace themselves, as these bodies they are in have physical limits…
Mare Z signed enough waiting around, time to do something, she feels a calling, are they coming or not?
Bull X did some piraha whistling, inspiring a hunter’s spirit inside of them as they moved together.
They charged in unatural confidence together, head first into the sounds of screams and ferocious roaring.
The shooting dying off as they got there.
they went down, went to see.
Into the dark, backwards, underground abyss.