This story may be weird and stufff but I am writing it anyways!

-Prologue -

Mar. 15, 2017

"We have the power over it all. We rule. We are humans. Today that may change though. Here at Schmumbers Industries, we have created something that people didn't even dream of happening. The scientists here at Schmumbers have been working day and night to make this possible. You thought that animals didn't have the capability to think like us. Guess what? You thought wrong. We have found a 'locked' piece of DNA, so to speak, in mammals. It is the part that is 'unlocked' in us humans. With today's technology, we can modify animal DNA to fit our needs. We. Have. Made. Intelligent mammals."

"What is this?" The Rough Rider's Chicken cashier asked. "These people ought to be crazy! I mean, I thought when they took the jack out of the new iPhone was crazy, but this be a new level of crazy, my dude! Are you hearing this, Kingston?" "Hearing what? I'm tellin' you, if this is another one o' Trumps promises that he can't keep, I betcha America is ruined." Kingston replied, in a disgusted way. "No, it's not another one of those, just look at the TV yourself!" She said. Kingston glanced at the restaurant's new 4K television. "Not liking those Google ads, are ya Jen?" "No, King, it was on just a second ago. I'll just explain it. Basically, Sheldon Grey, the CEO of this company or whatever, found a code in mammal DNA that can be changed to make animals smart like us." Jennifer said. "You mean furries?" Kingston asked. "No, not furries, they are legit animals, and they are like us."

The TV showed the rest of it. "These," Sheldon explained, "are the first intelligent non-human mammals." "And this," He said with his arms spread out, "is your future." The crowd on the screen was cheering, while Kingston was in shock, and Jennifer didn't seem to care.

-Chapter One-

Feb. 5, 2056 [Nick POV]

I was living the good life, watching LazyTown on my 5k monitor, using my custom Furze PC, which, not to brag, is amazing. It has a 32GB Graphics card that does 16GHz, a 380,000hz 24 channel surround audio card, more RAM than the whole city of Zootopia, water cooling, a 16 core processor that does 4 GHz per core, I could go on describing this power PC. Anyways, I am living the good life. Got my YouTube channel Rotten_TV, a studio, everything. I could care less about what happens outside of my home, because I got everything inside. Groceries? That's what Amazon Prime is for. Friends? I have social media. Entertainment? That's what my Furze PC is for. I made a count. I stayed inside for two whole weeks without exiting. I think I may have forgotten what Railfan City looked like. I may have lost track of time actually, because when you stay in your house for two weeks (I think) with your curtains closed, it's kinda hard to.

My happiness changed to depression quickly today though, because the power went out suddenly. I was in the middle of a Black Ops 8 match THAT I BET MONEY ON. $200 right into the rubbish bin. No big deal. That was only enough for some DLC I was going to buy if I won (which was going to happen). I decided to exit my house because there really was nothing to do without power. I decided to do something that I never thought of. I decided to exit my house. I grabbed my dark brown fedora and put on my shades. I unlocked my door and opened it, without a sound. It slammed shut loudly, for whatever reason. I went into my car, or at least I hope it was my car, I don't even remember, or care. I pressed the start|stop button in the red Corvette Stingray, and it roared to life, with a rumble. I hit the gas, and the car flew forward, and I drove to 7-Eleven to get a Slurpee and some Xxtra Hot Cheetos, because why not. As I was walking into the 7-Eleven, the cashier seemed happy so see me. "Ayy, Nick" he said, grabbing a lottery ticket for himself, out of boredom. "Hey Wendell" I replied, and I filled my cup with Cherry and Mountain Dew Slurpee flavors. On the way back to the register, I grabbed a bag of Cheetos. "The usual, I see." Wendell said. "Yeah, I just ended my streak of two weeks, but my power went out, so here I am."

"Wow, you almost beat your record"

"True, true. The bad thing though, is that once you stay in for that long, you gotta wear shades because everything seems so bright."

"But it's all cloudy."

"Still, Wendell, things get bright. You forget stuff. Those are the signs of a person with a power-PC. Also, what city are we in, I forgot that too."

"You are in Railfan City, my dude, you've been here for the last… How many years?"

"Sorry, sorry. For the last few days I was living in NukeTown."

"Okayyyyyy…. That'll be $4.20" Wendell pointed to the monitor with the payment amount showing on it. "Have prices gone up since I've been in there?" I asked. "Actually, yeah. By about three cents actually." He chuckled. "Well, see ya!" I walked out of the 7-Eleven and remote-started my Corvette via Smart-Watch. I put it in reverse to start my two minute journey back home. Everything in the city looked normal, the massive 200 square mile railyard to the left, and decent houses to the right.

I was getting near the hill that my house was on when I noticed something. Something that I didn't want to see. Something disturbing. There were police cars labeled "RCPD" surrounding my house, and instantly I focused on the two cops, one a wolf, and one a human, attempting to carry my $20,000 PC into the back of their Dodge Charger. I sped up, and when I say that I mean it, my RPM flew to 6,000 and my engine roared. I got to my driveway, and suddenly stopped, with my engine popping because of too much compression. I turned it off and exited the vehicle and walked towards the cops. "Are you Nicholas Wilde?" One of the cops asked me. "Uhhh, yeah, and get your DIRTY paws off my PC right now!" I ran toward the guys that were roughly putting it in their trunk. "Do you have ANY idea how much that costed exactly?" "Sir, it's beca-"

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

"I-I…"

"That thing you have in your trunk, that's three-fourths of my life right there and you're just taking it. The full price of that thing that is handcrafted from me, costed a total of $20,000 and you're just taking it. Please explain." That little speech had lots of paw movement if you wanted to know… Kinda like Donald Trump. "Sir, you have to come with us." The wolf said. "Please, tell me why." "You are under arrest." He said, holding out a pair of hand/pawcuffs. (Railfan City was that weird city near Zootopia, it was originally an all-human city, but now it's just a mixture of more humans than other mammals.) "And… Why is that?" I asked him. "We found your computer ip in our classified government network, and you seemed to be looking through files this morning, but you were gone." He explained to me quite clearly. "That's impossible! My power was out this morning, and I went to seve-" "Tell it to the judge!" the human cop yelled. They grabbed my arms and cuffed me, then threw me in the back of their car. "Guys listen, I'm innocent, I'm telli-" "Shut the hell up, that's what they all say. Be quiet for the rest of the trip." The wolf said. That's it. All I did was stared out the window, watching all the houses go by, as we were on the freeway. I wondered if I will see my computer again. When we arrived the police department, the human pulled out a slim-looking weapon of some sort, and stabbed me with it, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I found myself in a clean, little room with a security camera, a one-way window, and, of course, a door. I heard footsteps and a click, then the door opened. It was a new person, someone I've never met before. "You are Mr. Wilde, is that correct?" The man flipped through some official-looking papers. "Yes, that is true. And what is going on?" I was confused, still. "Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Secretary of Defense, Johnson Johansson. I am here for a case involving you, your computer, and our files." Johnson looked a bit triggered. "I don't see where you're getting at," I was being 100% honest, "I wasn't looking at anything. I was only playing COD, and the power went off." Johnsen told me, "Want to know why your power went off? We are the ones that remotely shut down your power grid, to prevent any damage to our classified files. Now tell me," he got all serious, "what… are you doing… with our AW files?"

"What files? What are you even talking about? Why am I even here?"

"Don't give me that SHIT! Tell me. Noooowwwwww!"

"Honestly sir, it is probably just a big mistake, look through all of my files, search my history, do whatever it takes to prove me innocent."

"Fine. FINE, good idea. But until we search your whole PC, double-check, and put our monitoring software in, you will be behind bars."

"Sounds good to me, Mr. Johansson. Although, that monitoring software sounds sketchy. Some people may not want to know what I do on that. Think about all of the internet lag that will cause, t-"

"I stick to what I say. Your PC will be monitored 24/7. No buts, Nicholas Wilde."

Johnson unlocked the door and left, closing and locking it behind him. The room was silent, and I hated that. I was used to the whirring of computer fans, the AC, or something similar. Now all I heard was myself breathing. Several minutes, or what felt like hours, later, the cop that shot me with that non-lethal weapon entered the room. Guess what he did. He shot me again. I blacked out, for the second time, and this time I woke up in a jail cell. The human cop approached my cell, and said, "The few days you spend in this temporary jail, I will make it feel like hell, just for you. If you are guilty and have to spend time in prison, I will call them and tell them to make it hell on earth. My name is Reginald, by the way." I sighed. "Well then, that's nice to know. For now, I'm just gonna get some rest, because what else is there to do?" Reginald chuckled. "You can suffer. Hey Jarod, can you come over here real quick?" "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." Jarod, the wolf that took my computer away from me and gave to the CSI's, closed his laptop and walked to Reginald. "What do you want?" He asked. "Sing little Nicky here a lullaby." Reginald said, with a malicious grin. "With pleasure" Jarod grabbed his oversized Bluetooth speaker and put it down, directly in front of my cell. They both walked away, having a conversation that they should record my reaction and upload it to their channel.. I prepared for the worst.

To make a long story short, they turned on a song that was so loud and annoying, that I think my ears literally bled. Even with plugging my ears, it was still the loudest thing I've ever heard. After about an hour of that ear-rape, it went away. I didn't know if it was me going deaf, or if they stopped it. I didn't know such cruelty was legal. I was going to get rest, but then I realized that my cell had NOTHING. Only cement and bars, old fashioned style. Somehow I managed to fall asleep, and I hoped that I will wake up to waffles.

I was wrong. Instead, Reginald opened my cell door and smacked me across my face, yelling "IT'S THREE AM, I THINK TWO HOURS SHOULD BE ENOUGH SLEEP FOR YOU, FOX!" "Jeez, I hate you all." I said quietly, because I was still in the waking up process. "Want some breakfast?" He said politely. "Actually, that sounds nice." I said. "WELL YOU AIN'T GETTING ANY, DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CHEF TO YOU?" "You would make a great head chef, sir." "Ugh, that's not the point. What I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU IS THAT YOU WILL HAVE NO BREAKFAST!" This guy is mental. I did the only thing that I could do at the time. I prayed for Shrek to come and free me from this hell on earth.

So, what do you think so far? I wiull get in Judy's POV later, so yeah. Suggestions will be gladly accepted.