5 comments/ 5881 views/ 2 favorites The Diary of a Lost Kitten Ch. 01 By: Dancingwizard (A/N. Hokay, So. here it is. For a while I wanted to try something new, so this is it. My first attempt at a journal-format type story. It's not all nice, and has similar tones to my other story on this site, but as a journal, it's much more... introspective, and gives better insight to the feelings of the characters. There are some darker portions, though they're less, extreme?, than my other story. Also, very little sex in this story, just an FYI. had to choose between Sci-Fi and Non-Erotic, but there is a little fun fun smexy-time towards the end, but it's not very explicit. So, I chose Sci-Fi just cause of the Main character. *shrug* I could only pick one category. To loyal readers, thanks for the continued support. To new readers, please enjoy, and feel free to comment. Dancingwizard) March 11th, I was sold today!!!!! Engineer Thomson came by personally to give me the good news and my new Journal!! I'm so excited! He didn't know who I was sold to, but he said he'd never seen any sale that required as many tests as I'll have to go through. There'll be one for attitude, behavioral age, political affiliation, even... well... I can't help but blush when I think of this... there'll even be one for... sexual proclivities. Wow, that's embarrassing. All of us have to go through tests like these when we're sold, but Engineer Thomson said I'll be in Testing for a few days. I've never heard of any chimaera being in Testing for more than a single afternoon. Hmm, since this is the start of my Sale Journal, I should probably explain what a chimaera is. The term comes from a mythical creature said to be made of a mixture of a snake, a lion and a goat. The first real chimaera were originally created in the 1990s. At first we were just human/mouse hybrids. About 5% human DNA spliced into a lab mouse. They were plagued with problems. Tumors, immuno-deficiencies, deformities, stuff like that. Then around 2023, Dr. Mark Darrens found what came to be known as the Darrens sequence. It was a major breakthrough. The Darrens sequence could be overlaid onto any other DNA sequence, of any species, and it would take. Provided you had the right equipment, of course. The most important part was that since they were able to safely overlay DNA, technicians could see exactly which DNA strands did what, since they could see the changes. DNA mapping exploded into a huge field, almost overnight. After only a few years, they were able to make chimaera that could survive longer, with more and more human DNA in them. Pretty soon, there were labs making 50/50 split animal/human chimaera. As our life spans increased and our intellect grew, we became easier and easier to make and "tame" (I hate using that word, it's what the cruel, violent humans call us when we don't try and stand up for ourselves anymore. Most humans are okay, but some think of us as pure animals. Those ones are horrible, truly horrible people.) Now, we live as long as humans, are nearly as smart in many ways, smarter in others. Many of us are stronger, faster, and nearly every chimaera has superior senses when compared to a human. Still, since we can't reproduce without labs and technicians, the humans mostly maintain control of our population. It's not all bad. Most chimaera are very social, and very few are atavistic. Oh, yeah, you don't know that term. Atavism is when we act like our animal part, rather than human. The scientific term means "reversion to previous ancestral type". It's hard for a lot of us. Whining, purring, barking, growling, they're instinctive. From the moment we can comprehend speech, most of us are taught to control atavism. Which is why "taming" is frowned on, since it's largely unnecessary. Most of us are better behaved then humans. Some kinds of atavism are encouraged though, based on model type. Pet, Companion and Pleasure felid models are allowed to purr, canid Military models are encouraged to growl, stuff like that. Still the fact that some humans think we need to be abused in order to understand what they want... frankly, it's absurd, stupid and cruel. Especially since all chimaera are more than smart enough to talk. Sorry. I'm making myself angry thinking about this, and my heart rate and blood pressure meters are spiking on the readouts. I need to calm down. I'm in the San Francisco CGF, or Chimaera Growth Facility. There are a few models that we can be grown into. I'm a Felid Base, Companion Model-Mark VII. (and before you ask, no, Companion model is not a euphemism for a walking sex toy. That would be a Pleasure model. I am NOT a Pleasure model. Got it?) I'm about as close to a human in terms of thought processes and emotions as chimaera can be made into. Any more human DNA in my genetic makeup, and legally, they can't make me. Any more than 70% human DNA in a chimaera, and we become legally human. If that happens, we're free, independent, we can buy houses, own property, we can go and have Technicians activate our reproductive DNA, allowing us to have children (that's usually plagued with problems though. Not all of us are designed to bear children naturally). To be honest, the thought of being considered human, well, it's kind of scary. I mean, don't get me wrong, being legally considered a person would be great, but as it is, with a set role, most chimaera don't seem to carry all that existential baggage some humans do. We know exactly why we're on this Earth. We know exactly what we are, who we are, and what we're meant to do. That's a lot of stuff we never have to worry about. Not to mention that not a lot of us are very religious. I mean, it's kind of hard to worship your creator when he's a guy carrying a clipboard standing three feet from you with greasy hair, bad acne and body odor. Plus, we can actually have a verbal, two way conversation with our creators. Nothing mystical or spiritual about it. I'm getting off track. Like I said, I'm a Felid Base, Companion Model-Mark VII. So is Sasha Delaine, on the TV show Dark Haven. So you kind of know what we look like if you've seen the show. Thin, shapely, shorter than most humans. Erm, maybe I should describe myself anyway. I'm five foot one, um, 102 pounds, lets see, I have jet black, short, glossy fur. Really silky texture. I have a very short muzzle, with a bright white, eight pointed star shape between my eyes, and another bigger one just above and between my breasts. And no, I'm a Mark VII, not a Mark IV, so I only have two breasts, thank you very much. Mark IV models are rare. Most chimaera are very much human in shape, so you don't see a lot of models with...extra features. It's only the ears, faces and feet that mostly stay animalistic. Well, those and the fur, obviously. My eyes are bright purple, with flecks of silver. The Technicians don't know how the silver got there. I guess that's probably why it took so long for me to be sold. Anytime a Chimaera has an unexpected feature, we have to be listed as 'damaged'. At first, that pissed me off, but I learned not to think about it. Constantly getting doped up cause you can't control your emotions isn't fun, and it's a sign of atavism. OH!! Technician Sadler is coming. I can smell her perfume. She'll be taking me to testing. I have to go! Wish me luck!!! The Diary of a Lost Kitten Ch. 02 March 14th Ugh. I'm exhausted. Those tests took forever. Three whole days of inane crap. What color is this, which president was that, what year did this happen, what does this ink blot look like, what smell is this, AARGH!!! I just want to sleep!! They didn't let me write while I was in Testing, and it's how I relieve stress. I want to sleep, but I'm so wound up that I know I won't be able to. At least it's over. I find out in a few days if I'm going to be transported, or if I failed my Testing battery and my buyer will have to pick another girl. Cat. Chimaera. Whatever. I don't care. Ugh. At least they fed me well. Mmm. I can still smell the grilled fish on my fur. I had someone I didn't recognize come in yesterday during the testing. He was wearing a military uniform and too much cologne. Odd how humans never seem to remember that we can smell things a lot better than they can. Older guy, very polite... well, except when he was talking to the technician. He kept asking questions like I wasn't in the room, despite the fact I was only three feet from him. The question that surprised me the most was that he kept asking if I was dangerous. "Is she safe to be alone around?" That's what he said. He asked that a lot. Even I got annoyed, and I wasn't even the one he was asking. I guess the technicians eventually got tired of him bothering them, so they left him alone with me. To prove a point, I guess. Well, he took advantage of that. Not of me, mind you. He was very well mannered. Sat there, looked me in the eyes, talked to me like a person. I was pleased. I could tell his eyes wanted to drift downwards, and look at my body. I was wearing a pretty shapeless smock, but I like to think I have an attractive body. I was very pleased that he didn't look, didn't treat me like a pair of talking boobs. From what I hear not a lot of men can discipline themselves like that. Every time his eyes drifted, he snapped them back to my face. I liked him. I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from purring when he said I was beautiful. He introduced himself as Colonel something-or-other. It was a long name, and it sounded eastern European. I couldn't have pronounced it if I had tried to. Not that it matters much. Most chimaera identify people by scent, not name. So, I'll probably remember him as Colonel Too-Much-Cologne. I couldn't introduce myself. I don't have a name yet. He had a lot of questions, and they were good questions. Not abstract or repetitive. Very straightforward, very businesslike. I thought about having fun with him a bit, teasing and such, but he seemed too concerned about his job and his... well, interrogation, I guess, to have much fun. Plus, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea or a bad impression. Most humans tend to think we're shyly flirting with them when we make conversation, and he had on a wedding ring. Plus he was in his fifties, probably. Way too old. I'm only twenty one. So, yeah. Not happening. It gets irritating talking to humans sometimes. Technicians and Engineers are used to it, but most chimaera give off signs similar to ones that shy human women use when they're flirting. Technicians and Engineers know it's just who we are. Other humans don't get it. We look around a lot, and when we make eye contact, we have to concentrate on it. Our senses are still animalistic in a lot of ways, and we like to know what's going on around us. So maintaining eye contact is something we have to put a lot of focus into and it has a tendency to make things kind of intense. Hence, humans thinking we're flirting. It doesn't help that they can't smell our pheromones. Chimaera know each other's moods fairly easily, cause almost every mammal gives off pheromones, be they natural born or chimaera. That includes humans. Pheromones are produced by your body. They're usually subtle scents in the air, created by reactions to stress, arousal, pain, fear, anger. Pretty much your whole array of emotions give off pheromones of one type or another. We can smell it fairly easily, if the wind is right. Chimaera can learn to dampen those reactions, but it's very hard. It's a natural reaction, like laughing at a joke, or frowning at an insult. Some humans can sense our pheromones, but it doesn't really seem to be a conscious thing. The emotions have to be pretty strong for that to happen, though. Usually they figure it out before then anyway, just from looking at us. Our facial reactions are still partially human after all. Ugh. I'm exhausted. I really need a bath. Well, that might help relax me too. Drying my fur always sucks, though. Takes for-freaking-ever. Ok, I'm gonna go get cleaned up before I go to sleep. Or try to sleep. We'll see what happens tomorrow. Good night. The Diary of a Lost Kitten Ch. 03 March 16th Technician Sadler came by about ten minutes ago, told me that my sale had gone through. She laughed at my reactions. I was so happy, I jumped up and gave her a hug. She was so nice, she brought me a beautiful, short red scarf as a goodbye present. It's soft and silky, made from static-proof material. (I hate static. Don't laugh. You would too if you had fur over 98% of your body.) She tied it around my neck. It looks so pretty, and it smells wonderful. She said she washed it in clean water that had some crushed lilac in it. All natural. So thoughtful of her. I don't know how humans can think that their laundry detergents smell anything remotely like what the bottles say they do. All I can smell are chemicals and bleach. Yuck. According to the 'rules' the Technicians aren't allowed to give us gifts, so I can't wear it anymore. I'm hiding it in my other clothes, so I'll have it when I leave. She said she'll be back tomorrow to help me groom myself (which is a big job) and get my outfit ready. It's a big deal around here. They'll let me out of my room tonight, and I can stop by a few of the other girl's rooms. We can sit and talk for a while, but I only have an hour and a half, so I have to make things kinda quick. Technician Fielder will be taking me. He's really nice, but he kind of intimidates me. He's a huge black guy. All muscle. He says he used to play football in college. I guess that's really not fair of me. He's always very soft-spoken, and very calm. He's just so big. He bought one of us a few years ago. Sometimes he brings her back in to see us. He named her Ginger. Somewhat unoriginal for an orange felid, but she seems to like it. I can't wait to get my name. Okay, okay, get control. I'm barely able to write, I'm so excited. Okay, that stings. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, and my foot was tapping my other leg. I just accidentally jabbed my thigh with my foot claws. That happens sometimes. Whoa... hee hee hee... uuuh. I should have calmed... down. Okay. They just drugged a me the litle bit. Bit. Bite. Little bite. Nibble. Hee hee hee... oh, wow... I'm purring. Mmm. Naptime. Ugh. My head hurts. My thinking is still really foggy from the anklet's injections. We all wear anklets that monitor blood pressure, heart rate, pain levels, anxiety, stuff like that. It also has a tiny hypo in it they can use to drug us if we get too excited. Hate this thing. When I accidentally jabbed myself with my claws, the techs thought I was trying to hurt myself due to my elevated stress levels. That happens sometimes. They didn't believe me till they saw that I hadn't actually hurt myself. Still, as annoying as it can be sometimes, I'm glad they watch out for us. I know a few girls who got really depressed when they were younger. We may be half animal, but we're still 100% female. Self image is important. Have you ever had a bad hair day when 98% of your body is covered in it? Not pretty. A few girls had a long string of bad things happen, or bad mindsets, and they were very unhappy for a long time. Technically, we can't actually get 'depressed' because it's a 'human condition'. So the girls were just monitored closer and given more time each day with technicians they liked. I never had to deal with it, but I was really close with a girl who hurt herself repeatedly. The technicians couldn't let me in her room to spend time with her and try and help. It was against regulations. It hurt to see her like that all the time. Ugh. Coming down off the happy, happy fun time drugs is a pain. You get all morose and it's really easy to slip into a dark mood. That's another reason it sucked for those poor girls. They hurt themselves, got doped up, came down, then felt worse. So they hurt themselves again. Sometimes I hate this place. Okay, time for changing the subject. I wonder what I should wear tomorrow? They haven't even told me my owner's name. From what I gather, that's unusual. Oh well, just one more surprise! I wonder if it's a man or woman. This whole thing is frightening, but in such a wonderful way. Oh, I can't wait!! OH! Technician Fielder is here already. I should go!! Bye!!!