Humanity's Peacekeepers

Isaiah Wall [ 14 : ЧЕТЫРНАДЦАТЬ ]

- Игорь // Igor -

"...Huh," Jack muttered. "That's confusing..."

"There's 4 characters: O, P, Grandma, and Dad," I summarized. "O and P are kids, with O being older than P."

"Grandma has to be Frances A. Meikel, and Dad's name is Stanley..."

"I think the main thing we gotta know is that Meikel's a grandmother, and her grandkids are the main focus here."

"Mhm," he pondered. "I think I have my guesses on who O is..."

"Owen?" I chuckled. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

We kept talking while going to a smaller park directly opposite of the gate-guarding flags.

"Alright then, all we gotta do is look under the tree by the— w-wall..." I stared at the wall.

"What!?" Jack saw it, too. Chewdo ran over to the stairs in front of it, and nodded in sadness.

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ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ
ᴘʟᴏᴡsʜᴀʀᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ
ᴘʀᴜɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴏᴋs; ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪғᴛ
ᴜᴘ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ
sʜᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

ɪsᴀɪᴀʜ

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The Isaiah Wall was supposed to only have those words etched into it, and nothing more.

Yet, in front of us was a wall plastered with red spray paint and black marker. They all spelt words like "we're doomed", "we needed nukes", and, rather heart-wretchingly...

"...'The Peacekeepers killed us all'...?" Jack whispered.

"..." I felt my heart sink.

Jack climbed the steps to get closer to the wall, and sat on the concrete-tiled floor. Chewdo ran up to him and sitting in his front paws. We were meant to be symbolic of peace between all nations, no different from the quote before us.

We were not even meant to be alive, really.

But I feel stricken with guilt. "What did we do...?" I mumbled.

"...What did we do?" Jack echoed. "What even happened?"

He put Chewdo down onto the ground, then reached for his bandana. He pulled out the professor's very first letter, and reread every single word.

"...'If you two do feel curious about the whole situation and wish to understand more about humanity, our goals, visions, and downfall...'," he read. "Why are we doing this again?"

"...?" I looked at him, confused.

"He didn't really mention anything about us."

"Well, even then," I replied. "What else do we get to do? We're already here, destined to play this weird game of his, and he's long been dead, anyway."

"What if I don't want to play?" Jack stood up. "We can find other stuff to do."

"Squeak..." Chewdo looked at Jack, with his metal ears drooped down.

"..." I turned to Chewdo. "...Humans make mistakes, Jack."

"Yeah, no shit," he groaned. "I nearly died from that walkway nonsense..."

"Exactly, so we really shouldn't take that letter for granted."

"...What do you mean?"

"I mean that there should be some reason why we are here, right?" I asked. "Even if some guy, or four I guess, did it for fun, it's still a reason."

"Mhm?"

"So, why not just go with the flow, just in case something comes out of it? Aren't you even just a little bit curious?"

"..." Jack looked down at Chewdo.

"I mean, we are probably the reason why he's here, aren't we?"

"But, people hate us." Jack turned his head to the Isaiah Wall.

"...We don't know that." My mind clicked. "Give me that letter."

Jack gave me a confused look, but handed it over. Even Chewdo looked curious.

"...'[T]he Siberian Husky dog with blue-purple eyes — Igor — represents the Russian half of the Nuclear Treaty of 2067; the Alaskan Malamute dog with amber eyes — Jack — personifies the American half of said treaty.

If all goes according to plan, you two should have awoken at exactly one hundred years after the impact[.]'," I read.

"And how's that significant?" he questioned.

"Keywords: 'represents', 'personifies', 'treaty'..." I emphasized. "...And 'impact'."

"...Mhm?"

"They don't hate us," I explained. "They hate what we symbolized."

"...The nuclear treaty? Why would people be against the nuclear treaty?"

"We're gonna find out, right?" I smiled. "Like the letter said so."

"...Sure, why not?" he sighed and gave in.

"Squeak!" Chewdo scuttled up to his head again as he stood.

"That's the spirit!" I cheered.