My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

The Real World

'Imagine all the people, living life in peace.' ~John Lennon

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~Adam~

"He's done it." Exodus Abel says softly, holding the pocket watch in his shaking palm; the same pocket watch that had once hung high above his head in his shoe box office. He stares at it with a transfixed expression for a moment before he closes a hand around the device and tucks it safely into the pocket of his scuffed black human pants.

"Godpheus has shrunk meridia."

And he's right.

The remains of the handkerchief tents and houses made of milk cartons and old strips of plastic are now dwarfed by our seemingly larger forms. The mine shaft, its walls still steaming from Eve's and my energy blast feel uncomfortably close and the pipes... There is no way in laqua that any of us will fit through those anymore, let alone even squeeze our hands inside one. In fact, now it feels almost surreal to think back to the time when humans could easily scurry through those tiny cylinders. Now though, there is only one real way to get out of this now compact little box that was once a gaping mine shaft, and that is to dig ourselves to the surface.

"But then what?" Abel questions, as if he's just read my mind. "We just waltz out into the world and assimilate ourselves into the Laquanian way of life?"

I shrug awkwardly, still holding Eve in my arms. "This is our ultimate goal as humans, isn't it? To be normal, like them?" I ask, and the statement is one hundred percent true. In the two hundred and fifty years since my creation, the concept of normality has been what has driven me to keep going. There have been multiple times during Eve's and my lives where we thought of just... giving up, but that had been the central motivating force behind us. Humans want equality. We want to live our lives without the disadvantages of size, just as the giants do now.

But not all of us are willing to let five Laquanian years of mistreatment slide.

"We can't live among them!" A human roars and to my surprise, it's Axel's pride and joy: Waverly. She stands tall among the crowd, her green eyes flaring and her blonde hair tied back roughly with a piece of string. Like the rest of us, her clothes are saturated, but wafts of steam rise off of her blue shirt from the heat my mate and I had created when evaporating the water. "Godpheus Mathews took the one person that gave me hope. None of them can live that down."

"She's right!" This time it's Reuben that speaks up. He cradles a broken arm to his chest, yet his expression is as confident as ever. "Look at what that monster did to our ancestors! He mutated us all and then shoved us in cages for the pleasure of the rest of his people!"

"I'm sure as hell not gonna walk into that city and ask for peace, and to be honest Genesis, I don't think they'll be too keen on that idea either!" Three O'Seven calls out, among the crowd of two hundred or so survivors. I roll my eyes tiredly at the way he says Godpheus's old nickname for Eve and I.

"It's not like they'll have a choice, you know." She speaks up now, breaking away from my embrace. "Three of us here have powers over energy and I'm pretty sure that after two hundred and fifty years of us getting tortured, we all know a little something about how to tolerate pain. Fighting them will be..." She sighs, fingers laced together in thought. "...easy."