Simians: Simians- Book 1, #1

By George Gathiani

In a world where human beings never existed, early mammals evolved into an advanced race of fur-growing Simians. Developing highly-advanced technology and a monarchical culture very similar to our own. These advances, however, came at a steep cost to the residents of this different earth. A pampered young prince on vacation from school is confronted by the very horrors that his ruling family wrought on the Planet-Kingdom of Gaea.

Thus unfolds a tale of class-warfare and splintering friendships in the face of duty, power, and legacy. All while this hierarchical society wrestles with its preconceived notions of moral responsibility, freedom and equality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanderer's Path Publishers
• Release date: May 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223035039

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Simians

By George Gathiani

This novella is a work of fiction.

Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SIMIANS.

First edition. April 2023.

Copyright© 2023.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission.

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Dedication

To my dear friend Ayana Arrington, and to my family:

My dear mother Ann Muthoni, sisters Dr. Wanjiku Irungu and Maureen Muturi (LLM), and my brothers in arms Brian Ngugi, Breden Moki, Stephen Mathenge and Michael Makunyi.

With special appreciation for my Editor Dr. Franz Owano, and infinite thanks to her precociousness The Black.

"There are truths which are not for all men; nor for all times"

Voltaire

Book One

NILE ABCA

Dear human,

We guessed that our languages are similar, but not identical, so you might need these for your adventures:

Week - Walk

Month - Stride

Year - Leap

Era – Time

Moments-Seconds

Sessions-Hours

Sound - Noise

Music - Sounds

Holographic Hand-device - Glassglove

Radiographic Hand-device - Localspeak

Videograms - Glasscasts

Automobile - Carrier

Moon - Lune

Sun - Solarn

Day - Durinal

Night - Lunar

Love - Heart

Happy Juice/Beer - Sips

Imbibe/Drink - Lap

Fur - Fur

Skin - Skin

The Chatters-A mental illness

Mamah-Mother

Babah-Father

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Touniquete-clothes

Petites-pastries

Muumuu-light robe fabric

POSS-Protection of Simian’s Servicemen

Head engine-brain

Dishearted- Disloved/Disliked

Unfunned-Unamused

Bipedal- Walk

Blink- Disrupted stream of consciousness.

Poking- A euphemism for the F word.

Ripening-To cook

To meal-To eat

Stress- A euphemism for shit.

I cannot remember which else we discovered. I think we should mention that ‘soft-speak’ is a euphemism for Euphemism, that sky-rocks are made of water...hmmm....and we hope this arrives to you?

Some of the rest you might have to uncover.

Oh, but ‘Gaea" is where we live.

Heart

Vaev, and all of the FCCD (Furry Confederation of Colorview Dam.)

Chapter One

Hey, Roy!

Huh?

Catch!!

I wonder whom I will tell all of this to if I ever sit down to write it.

We should not have been drinking and driving...the impulse to have a sip was too inviting. The Institution felt so far away... and Scio could drive as consciously as he lived. Which was mild sometimes.

In any case, I am tired of slouching in the back-sits. Even if the noise system in the carrier was the kind of new and polished that would make a young simian embarrassed; the sounds we’d been playing in the voicebox could have used some tuning.

Who really should care about our parents? I wanted the sip. Opening the can at my slouched angle threw some of the liquid onto my chest. I doubted anyone would ask us to pull-over.

So up I sit.

The road was clear like Springing time in the plain lands and we were swinging through like gliding monkeys in those arboreal glass-casts by Favid Attentown. I imagine this is what it feels like to fly in your own Point of View. Those glass-casts are spellbinding. He had such a soothing call, Attentown.

Are you making up more nonsense back there, Roy-boy? Scio teased demurely from the drive-sit.

Who gives people nicknames? You tease like a poking female.

Scio laughs with his eyes on the road. Boy, he says.

There you go again with your soft-speak. You poking softie. I could line a poking baby cot with you.

Hawhawhawhaw.

Scio laughs like a trapped Southerntailed hawk. Treneth and I jest that he has the heart to balance the cosmic scales at the very end of the solarn cycles. Even his mirth is innocent.

Treneth himself is asleep in the front passenger-sit, his peach-shaded fur peeking out from underneath his leather hat. I think I was impressed he did not already have a sprig of leaf between his teeth. I had my sip in hand. I take a big lap. I looked outside the carrier screen.

We were on the road to Colorview Lake for the walkend or so. I had booked us five durinals but Scio wanted to be home next walk for his parents’ second wedding. Apparently, heart had to interrupt our vacation. His clan was sickeningly stable.

On my end I was just ruminating about why I wanted 5 lunars away. I could probably bring myself to complain about the Institution enough to want to escape it, yet the real culprit was of course -

Roy, could you pass me a sip?

Treneth tilted his cap away and blinked himself awake. His eyes were especially hazel in the second-durinal light, even I had to say.

I moved forward to reach the coldbox by Scio’s feet.

Of course, Furdonis.

Treneth looked like bees, soft and serious.

I know you just started and I want you to stop, please, he said, only half in jest.

Here’s your sip, fuppet, I said.

That is somehow worse and better, Treneth acquiesced.

He took the sip from my hand and cracked it for a lap, leather cap in other hand.

Ahhh... The first lap is always the best. Scio, have you talked to Jewels?

She’s probably at Colorview already, ignoring the woods, I chimed. 

Nobody laughed.

I turned to Scio. His eyes were fixed on the road, in his hand he held a localspeak.

Start. Car One to Care Two. Jewels, come in? Stop.

The localspeak squawked nothing for 3 mentions.

Jewels in. The solarn is beautiful. Stop.

Scio shook his head, eyes fixed ahead. Jewels was most curt when she was joyous.

Start. You’re ever the river flower, Jewels. Check-in in 20 mentions. Stop. Stop.

Start. Stop.

Told you to let her be.

Nobody replied to me.

Jewels drove herself whenever we went touring. Scio insisted on the localspeak so we could stay close to each other driving. I was surprised she agreed. Perhaps who could know the mind of another.

My face grows cheaper with the sling of the vine / I knowwww lune time will be kind!

Will be kind!

Scio was belting along with the voicebox. Some we had never heard before, as usual.

"Scio, Could you play something