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But best of all were the movies. They both loved to watch the old movies made in the early twentieth century. The professor would run them before going to sleep.
Fluffy would sit beside him on the bed and stare in fascination at these visions of an ancient black-and-white world, where people lived wildly, passionately, where cars and trucks and trains made loud noises, and where the only place animals spoke was in cartoons.
When it was time to go to sleep, she would nuzzle up into the crook of his armpit and fall asleep breathing in that reassuring essence.
To Fluffy, it was the smell of safety. The next day, they watched the demonstration in the park on the big screen.
Seeing animals do these things on TV scared the hell out of the ignorant masses. Soon, the riot cops arrived and turned the peaceful demonstration into a riot.
They tear-gassed the crowd and rounded up as many protestors as they could catch. They stuffed them into big trucks, animals in some, humans in others, and carted them off to god knows where.
The professor turned off the screen and they sat in silence. At length, Fluffy spoke. Fluffy looked at him. The professor looked sheepish.
She was right, of course. He should have taken Jack, even though he thought they were just ordinary cats.
Five years earlier, the professor had purchased Fluffy in an open-air flea market from a dirty-faced little girl, a poor kid of about seven.
She was huddled against a fence behind one of the stalls with a box of newly-weaned kittens. She had two left; both looked like little balls of fluff.
Nobody wants him. He got her a little red rubber ball to bat around. This amused her for about a day. After that, she would stare intently at the ball for days on end.
Finally, she got it to roll around without touching it. A few days after that she got it to levitate off the ground.
She quickly discovered that, when she let it go in midair, it would bounce, and the higher she lifted it, the higher it would bounce.
So, the professor tried an experiment. He bought a coloring book with pictures of animals and a set of crayons. Then he left her alone with the book and the crayons.
Within a day she was able to lift a crayon and make marks on the paper. By the second day, she could color inside the lines with one crayon.
By the third day, she could color an entire page in different colors. One day, the professor woke up and found a page from the coloring book on the floor.
Fluffy had colored a picture of a cat. She made it look like her. Under it was a single word written in crude block letters in red crayon: JACK.
Fluffy had written the name of her lost brother. I made a mistake. Fluffy was silent. She even stopped watching the old movies and slept on a chair in the living room.
The professor was worried. At last, he insisted she tell him what was on her mind. I know he needs me. And I want to find other GABs and join the resistance.
The professor stood up and threw up his hands in exasperation. Your chances of survival are nil. He walked to the balcony and gazed down at the city.
No, I have to do this alone. The Animal Control people are everywhere, scouring the streets for strays, sucking them up by the dozens, and taking them off to the extermination centers.
This is just something I have to do. The professor hung his head. He thought for a long moment. So, when are you leaving?
Fluffy looked at the floor. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her dad, and she knew she was about to do it.
Can you please take off my tracking collar? Every GAB animal was required to wear a collar which enabled Animal Control to see their exact location at any moment, anywhere in the world.
He had tears in his eyes. Let me try to get out by myself. Fluffy rubbed up against his leg, the equivalent of a hug.
Riordan impulsively scooped her up, hugged her to his chest, kissed her on the head, then put her back down. She looked intently at the front door of the apartment, turned the locks, then the doorknob, and pulled the heavy steel door open.
Then Fluffy was out in the hallway. She turned and looked back at the professor. Riordan thought he could see sadness in her eyes.
Goodbye, Dad. I love you. Fluffy opened the door to the stairwell, and then she was gone. The sun was just going down and it was beginning to rain.
It rained nearly every day now that the hundred-year drought was over. Making up for lost time I suppose, thought Fluffy. She found a hedge where she could hide near the path that led through the landscaped gardens in front of the building to the promenade above the harbor.
Her feet hurt after that long walk down, and she needed to rest. The feel of the drizzle wetting her fur was a new sensation, and not a very pleasant one.
Once it was dark, she scurried from one covert to another, around to the landward side of the building, and headed west, into the heart of the city.
Every fiber of her being, every warning sensor, was on high alert. Her heart beat madly. The hard, wet sidewalk made her feet cold and damp. At first, the streets were dark, lined with elegant apartment buildings and trees.
It was easy to hide in the shadows, crouching under parked cars, ducking under hedges. She kept getting non-verbal pulls. She knew they were from Jack.
He seemed to be guiding her in a westerly direction, away from the harbor and the posh East Side. Then, from behind her, she heard an ominous sound.
A giant truck with a huge cylindrical tank on its back came whooshing up the street. It had laser eyes that swept either side of the street about a foot off the ground, and a big, robotic vacuum hose on each side that could extend up to feet and follow and suck up any lone animal it sensed.
Fluffy darted under a hedge and froze. When the red beam approached, she jumped straight up into the hedge and dug her claws in.
The laser passed beneath her. The second cross street she came to was dark and deserted, so she started across. But all at once a car came careening out of an alley and two headlights were bearing down on her at a frightening speed.
She was right in the middle of the street. Just as she was about to be run over, there was a screeching of brakes.
The driver laid on his horn and Fluffy took off running. She had no idea cars could travel that fast. After that, each time she crossed a street, she looked both ways to make sure no lights were approaching and then sprinted to the other side.
After several blocks, the houses started to look seedy and run down. Up ahead, she could see a big bright avenue with heavy traffic.
As the cars stopped at the light, the ghostly whir of a hundred solar fusion turbines whispered. There was no way she would be able to get across without being seen.
A lone tree stood in the yard. As she sat behind the hedge and tried to think what to do, there was a horrible sound behind her.
A big black dog rushed out of the doorway of the building, barking furiously, and charged straight for her.
The dog stayed under the tree, looking up at her and barking to raise the dead. She was certain that someone would soon come out and discover her, and her adventure would be over before it began.
She inched her way out on the branch, which extended over the sidewalk and the street. Now she was at the end of the branch, as far away from the dog as possible.
Cars and trucks passed below her, headed for the big avenue. When the light turned red, a line of cars stopped. There was a small truck with an open back beneath her.
In the truck bed was a tarp, which looked relatively soft. There was nothing else for her to do: she jumped off the branch and into the truck. Luckily, she landed in a spot on the tarp with nothing hard underneath it and she was not hurt.
She quickly crawled under the tarp. There were cardboard cartons under there in various sizes and a metal thing with wheels and a handle.
In a moment she felt the truck start up again. After the superstorms and tidal waves of the late twenty-first century, New York City had to be abandoned, and Kingston had become the new New York.
The noise and lights of the city were frightening. Fluffy poked her head up and watched the city fly by. The truck stopped at a light near the heart of the city.
Fluffy popped her head up. Lights were blazing; there was music and electricity in the air. There were theaters, nightclubs, and bars. Then there came the sound of very loud music, with a heavy, thumping rhythm.
The ear-splitting noise was coming from a lone boy who approached the group, riding on an airboard. He brandished a tiny silver disc that hung around his neck on a chain.
All the kids started dancing to the horrible noise. The light changed and Fluffy moved on. After a while, the truck entered a deserted industrial neighborhood on the west side of town.
Fluffy saw gangs of young men smashing car windows with big sticks. The truck drove down dark dismal streets, slowed down, pulled into a parking lot, and stopped.
A large garage door slowly rolled open. The truck drove inside the warehouse. The door lowered and the lights inside came on.
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