Post by Insanitytea on Mar 18, 2013 15:31:43 GMT
It's been so many years now but I can still remember going to see Amazo's Zoo of Wonders as a small boy; it's such a vivid memory too. Running through shining streets, dodging buzzing metal trees and the legs of adults and robots. The sun shines off tall glass buildings which defy logic and gravity; towering structures of art which are held up by engineering ingenuity and stuffed with the sweaty, stinking bodies of so many humans. The air is permeated by the sharp electrical scent of ozone and the mouth-watering smell of sizzling hotdogs. The zoo is layed out in a field reserved for festivals: a tight cluster of red tents filled with cages and clear plastic boxes. contained within are creatures of all different shapes and sizes; beings from every corner of the universe. The tents are crowded with people, the revolting scent of unwashed bodies and various types of feces assault the nose. I used to stand there for hours, staring at screaming, blue monkeys or glowing, three-eyed lizards. For a whole week, I would spend all day at the zoo, only going home to eat and sleep. After the week was over, Amazo's assistants would pack up all the cages and boxes, tear down the tents, and pack everything into massive cargo starships; huge grey spaceships shaped roughly like lemons and covered with strange markings in a multitude of languages. Our story begins in late summer, on the last day of the zoo. The heat inside the crimson tents was sweltering; even the exhibits were tired and panting.
"He's so wierd; does he ever leave?"
The small turtle-like creature I had been staring at turned it's head toward the noise.
"No wonder he has no friends."
I continued to engross myself in the shelled creature before me.
"Come on, lets go see those slugs with the spikes on them."
This was nothing new: People whispered comments about me all the time. I ignored them because they didn't intrest me. This "turtle", however, was an odd mixture of black and orange and I just couldn't understand why it would look like that; why was it such a bright color?
My toes and ankles began to ache from being in such a strange position, so I stood up and looked around. I had already seen the fuzzy lizard and the cyclops-monkey, and the radioactive antfarm didn't intrest me so I left the tent. I was surprised to find it cooler outside the tent, so i stood there for a second before entering the tent next door marked "Flying Creatures". My ears were assaulted by high pitched squaks and recieved a faceful of feathers upon pushing aside the flap. Quickly he backed out, deciding he'd go back later. He went next door to the tent that apparently contained "Sentient Beings".
"He's so wierd; does he ever leave?"
The small turtle-like creature I had been staring at turned it's head toward the noise.
"No wonder he has no friends."
I continued to engross myself in the shelled creature before me.
"Come on, lets go see those slugs with the spikes on them."
This was nothing new: People whispered comments about me all the time. I ignored them because they didn't intrest me. This "turtle", however, was an odd mixture of black and orange and I just couldn't understand why it would look like that; why was it such a bright color?
My toes and ankles began to ache from being in such a strange position, so I stood up and looked around. I had already seen the fuzzy lizard and the cyclops-monkey, and the radioactive antfarm didn't intrest me so I left the tent. I was surprised to find it cooler outside the tent, so i stood there for a second before entering the tent next door marked "Flying Creatures". My ears were assaulted by high pitched squaks and recieved a faceful of feathers upon pushing aside the flap. Quickly he backed out, deciding he'd go back later. He went next door to the tent that apparently contained "Sentient Beings".
