THE CONSPIRACY
Tags: Conspiracy Theories, Birds, Humor, Fiction Writing

It was time. Time to kill or be domesticated by the creatures we had raised as livestock for human consumption… Birds.

It all started five years ago when intelligent scientist, Dr. Chris Rogers in the year 2077 on March 10th, created a serum in order to improve the taste and production rates of poultry as science advanced. We just never knew science was evolving even the pint sized brains of birds.

The new generation of birds became intelligent, outsmarting the humans and injecting the serum to more of their species to create an army large enough and strong enough to take over every technology, weaponry and politics to win the world over.

The captured humans turned into what the birds once were, treated as scratching post and degrading objects. My parents have been missing since but I haven’t given up on finding them.

All is not lost; there is hope for humanity.

One day, humans will rise again and be the dominate species we were created to be; we existed to be that is why we are seizing the war and we are taking it today!

“Commander they’ve found us!” Two informed and saluted.

The four generals that were in-charge of the four units said as we all stared at each other and saluted each other.

“For humanity.” I said.

“For humanity!” They all replied and we scattered to our various units.

I was the ring leader so I was in the front field as my courage was what was needed.

We knew this day would come and we had expected it anytime soon so the panics in the hearts of these warriors who were risking their humanity, their lives, their hopes was all the strength I needed to ensure that we would win back our world from the feathers of poultry.

I walked up to my station as I tied my head with a red band. I took a bowl of black and red paint, creating symbols to remind me I was not alone. We were not alone.

There is one thing humanity has that no other species in the planet can ever have… Spirit.

Our minds might be broken, our homes taken, our people slaughter, our humanity insulted but our spirit never. The tears we shed, the laughter of home, the anger in our blood for the traumatized and the commitment to restore things back to the natural order.

Man is meant to rule over every creature on the earth.

We stood face to face with the creatures that had our home taken. They carried the science we knew perfectly well how to manipulate and we had our weapons combined with our hearts and spirit; to see our loved ones.

“Surrender Number Seven! You and the humans are powerless against us birds!” Captain Cluck, held a speaker as he sat on an ostrich like nothing mattered.

“So you can turn us into objects?! Even animals had rights than the humans now! We have nothing but to fight!”

“Or die trying!” Captain Cluck clucked as all the humans laughed.

“Silence!” He shouted in embarrassment as well humans kept on laughing.

Captain Cluck was a rooster and he was pet since I was a country farmer girl. I loved him so much as mine but after his intelligence improved, he had changed from the rooster I loved into a cock I despised.

“You have a choice Chloe. I can help you and promise you safety.” Captain Cluck said as I furrowed a brow.

“What about my companions? What about the humans whose rights were stolen from them?!” I asked but he was silent with a straight face. “You can keep your sympathy, we don’t need it!”

“You leave me no choice Chloe. Engage battle!” Captain Cluck said as I screamed.

“Release the traps!” I shouted as the intelligence unit of our groups took position and started taking down the ostrich’s they could get.

Ostrich run 70km per hour and with the weapons we have here, we can only take out fifty in a battle u til we complete our nuclear power.

“Unleash the cats!” I shouted as domestic cats of different ran towards the battlefield.

“Attack!” I screamed as the humans cheered before we charged at the poultry.

Archers and hunters took care of the birds of the air as we slaughtered as much as we could take down.

Boulder, my enthusiastic best friend held no weapons in his hands as he caught birds after birds, crushing their skulls or pulling their head off with a look of satisfaction.

The sight of pesky birds blood stained all over his body like the African man he was had the adrenaline in his body in perfect orgasm.

“Cluck!” I shouted when I saw her was about to turn his back on his breathens.

“You disappoint me Chloe.” Cluck said as he shook his head and stared with contempt at my blood stained body.

I glared at him with anger as I ran to where he sat, short and proud on his ostrich like it had no dignity.

I took my sickle, murdering every chicken that stood in my way from Cluck.

He was mine to kill and I would take his head as much trophy.

I stood opposite Cluck after much effort as I breathed hard and my eyes clearer than it had ever been.

“Where are my parents?!” I asked as I dropped my broken sickles on the floor.

“I don’t know and if I knew, I would never tell you. This isn’t who you are Chloe, come home with me and I will make you happy.” Cluck requested as he stretched his feather towards me.

“Four words Captain Cluck. Cock a doodle chicken.”

“How dare you?!” He asked as he charged with a light sword as I grabbed my spear.

The sound of metals clashing each time our weapons touched to the dance of our movements caught everyone’s attention.

Humanity needed me, needed our victory and as the leader of sector Seven, I will win!

I hit Cluck’s sword off his hand and was going straight for a kill when I heard gunshots from behind heading to my direction.

I moved away quickly as I ran, avoiding the multiple bullets and took cover.

I watched as the pilots of a plane, penguins escorted Cluck into the helicopter as I removed the safety of the small gun I had in my hand.

“You won’t go unscathed!” I pulled the trigger while the surviving birds fled.

The bullet hit Cluck’s left wing before they shot at me and successful scrapped my face a little as it bleed lightly.

“This isn’t over number seven! You haven’t seen the last of me yet!” Cluck screamed in pain as the helicopter flew away.

You haven’t seen the last of humanity yet cluck.

The best thing about war was the feast.

However the poultry might be in enmity with humans, Poultry will always remain one of American’s tastiest treats.

I gasped as I sat up from the bed and quickly climbed down from my bed.

I ran to my parents room and opened the door. I breathed in relief when I saw dad before I could smell mom’s cooking in the kitchen and I was still stuck in my fifteen years old body.

I went back to my room and opened the window and breathed in the beautiful morning air.

Everything looked sane and normal even the roosters that rose in the morning.

“It was only a silly dream.” I whispered to myself.

Or was it?

The conspiracy.