Veronica leans forward in the limousine seat— Let me repeat what you just said, you want us to build a wall that separates the Chileans from you.
— The Animanos will also be Chilean —the ANC representative calmly clarifies, it seems that he is used to this kind of reactions— they must understand that coexistence between the two races is impossible, we are too different.
— Have they tried? —I ask.
— Try? Do you think it is necessary to do so? Do you remember how the world lived before we arrived? —He stretches on his side of the limousine— in South Africa they lived with a segregation system called apartheid, the high standards of discrimination against people with darker skin and the fights between Jews and Muslims, humans being so similar are not capable to live in harmony, now imagine what will happen when humans see this.
His body begins to distort, his pants tear, revealing hairy legs, his mouth turns into a muzzle and horns come out of his head that collide with the roof of the limousine, the five of us are unable to restrain our disgust at what that we just witnessed.
Old Octavio crosses himself automatically— Holy Virgin have mercy on us.
Instead Samuel approaches him— This is wonderful —He stretches his hand carefully towards the horns— May I examine?" —When the representative bows his head, the head of the Supplicium family does not take long to touch them— I recognize this design, they are horns of a taruka, the Andean deer.
— This must be some work of the devil —says Leticia, covering her eyes, after all due to the growth of the representative's thighs, the upper part of his pants were shattered and the only thing that prevents us from seeing his genitals is the fur that has grown in the lower zone.
The animano knocks on the window that separates us from the driver at the same time he returns to his human form— While I'm transformed, I can't speak —He turns his head toward the window. —Give me my change clothes —he look at the two womens— it doesn't bother me that they look.
Leticia covers her eyes while Veronica does not seem to bother her, I can even see an expression of disappointment when I see them, I should ask her what she expected to find, after that event the conversation resumes.
— As you can see, reactions like those of Mrs. Metum are very common, we know of places where our race has been hunted, others have committed suicide due to the great discrimination they received for having transformed, it is impossible that both races can live together.
— They promised to save the country —Verónica mentions— and now they tell us that we will abandon our people to their fate, yours is not very different from human discrimination.
— I understand the misunderstanding, you as leaders must make sure that humans have what it takes to exist, after all, we are infertile, we need them to preserve us.
— So they are nothing more than sources of cultivation —says Leticia— it's a ruthless way of looking at life.
— Yes? —Says our boss— And what are sheep? herd to eat and get materials to make clothes, cows are nothing more than cattle to produce meat and milk, but they do not seem to have any trace of guilt in reproducing them and then consuming their resources, if a hen had the same level of thought as you —her gaze becomes sharp— what do you think she would say to you when she is taking the egg that you worked so hard to give birth?
Leticia got the message clearly, that's what her expression says, but the representative's sustained gaze forces her to answer— I would ask you not to take your baby.
— But do not feel guilty, that is the cycle of life, the big one consumes the little one and the smallest one eats the leftovers, we will not force people to be part of us, from the age of 18 they will be able to choose whether stay with humans or become part of us.
Octavio raises his hand to talk— Why would someone decide to abandon everything to join?
— Why did you come to us? What moves people is the hope of a better future and their job is to guarantee that, that each animano and animana have a place to sleep, three meals to eat and health to serve their country.
— Sounds like socialist propaganda —Samuel mutters.
— It may seem so, but no one will be denied aspiring to have more, they only have to assure them the minimum, the rest runs by the ambition of each one.
— Why go to so much trouble? —I ask— Wouldn't it be easier for the Animans to find fertility and eradicate the humans at once?
— Certainly that is a discussion that always arises, but soon you will understand that the filtration system of the wall prevents the scum from infiltrating our society, we are the nations with the social elite or that is what we aspire to and you will be responsible for making it happen. in this country Any other questions? If not, I will leave them at home so that tomorrow we can proceed with the transformation process.
— Can we transform ourselves into whatever we want? —Samuel asks excitedly.
— Not everyone has the privilege of choosing —he warns us— but in your case they do, although if it is too specific an animal, the transformation may have to be delayed to get the sample.
— This just keeps getting better —replies the Supplicium leader.
I am still not able to think about the animal that I will choose because a concern comes to my mind— My son Leopoldo has four children who are not yet 18 years old, once I join the animanos ... it means that I will not be able to see them grow.
— When they turn 18 and join us you can see them.
He smiled as if what they just told me was a joke— I am 63 years old and my grandson Valdemar, who is the oldest, is only 7 years old, by the time that happens I will already be dead.
— Everything requires sacrifices —the coldness of his words causes me disgust— just try to take care of your health and you will be able to receive them with open arms, each of you should talk with your families and prepare for the transformation, tomorrow it will be you, then we will see those who decide to accompany them to govern the country.
None of us have any more questions about the matter, the idea of having to abandon our family members fell like a bomb on us, I was the last to be taken to their home, before going down one last question came to my mind.
— If everyone decided to cross the wall, what would happen to my grandchildren?
— They will be sent to the closest relative, if this is not possible they will be assigned an orphanage or foster home.
My son will not allow his little ones to get to a place like that— I understand, thank you very much—I get out of the limousine— I'll wait for you tomorrow —I say before closing the door.
Standing in front of my house I take a deep breath to deliver the news and find out if my wife, my son, and my two daughters will come with me.