“It is an important and popular fact that

things are not always what they seem.”

It is important to know that we are not the alpha predator

we pretend to be.

We, like all helpers, cousins, and other animals,

are intelligent in our own way.

We research and shill.

Study and gossip.

All about anything and everything we can lay our eyes upon.

This is the way of the helpers of the world. This is their story…

A story of finding help in unlikely places.

We begin our story on the planet Earth. A small… watery planet. Known for its nude monkey descendants that only made it to the Galactic council due to how much these “humans”, as they call themselves, love to eat hallucinogenic mushrooms. Over centuries these mushrooms have accelerated the evolution of these primitive primates.

This has been a concern of the Galactic council since simians decided to farm…

At the time of entering the council, the planet known as “Ear-th”, the intelligent life forms on planet are as follows: Humans(Helpers vs. Hurters), The rich, Penguins, dogs, and what the council calls cousins…

These cousins are of human and digital descent. Humans who had become so ingrained online that part of their DNA became digital. Other than causing these humans to look more stick-figure-like, it also gave way to new technologies. Technologies that led to reaching the stars.

Of course this upset the Galactic council. So as punishment they added Ear-th to the council without consulting the sector leaders at the time… then re-elected new leaders using an arbitrary voting system.

This system had some kind of unfair university at the top that decided everything for the people.

No one on Ear-th was happy about this… in fact the only person to benefit off this university was $POOR Guy. The richest human alive. Richer than any intelligent individual. The creme dela creme.

This is where our story begins… with a regular pup… a hard working, 9 to 5 busting ass type pup.

Our pup of interest, at the beginning of this story, works at a fast food chicken joint. For ease of understanding we will say it is similar to KFC, but not as good as Popeyes. Also for the sake of the understanding of the audience, we will call this pup: Pupo.

Pupo’s story with us starts 30 years after the Galactic council forced our planet to join their ridiculous voting system that only gives power to the few despite the technologies we have to perform a vote with every intelligent life form on any planet.

This is where we find Pupo. Working his tail off for the “MAN” with little to show for it.

Pupo lived a fairly regular, tough life. Raised by two pure breeds; he had a typical life for a middle class dog. Was a straight B student all through school. Graduated university with a multiple year degree. Even had dreams of having a pup of his own someday. Just not today.

Today Pupo was at work… frying artificial chicken… to be eaten by anyone dumb enough to not know. Know that the plants used to make this chicken leg were almost worthless. Yet they were able to get away with charging REAL chicken prices for it. Even after real chicken… in fact eating any animal… was outlawed generations ago.

Pupo’s manager waddled over to them.The manager, like many employees at Dos Hermanos Pollos, were relatives of penguins of Antarctica before the Great Melting.

“AWK! Here is your paycheck Pupo.”

Confused, “but payday is not until the end of this cycle…”

“AWK! Exactly. You have been fired Mr. Underdog.”

Pupo is home. His lazer bong is burnt out.

Subscriptions to all streaming: expired.

Pupo had nowhere to go… except up. The problem was that Pupo did not know he still had some ups left in him. All Pupo could see that he was alone and down on his luck like every other time he had lost a job. He had nothing left to lose.

This…

Is when heroes are born.

BANG

The door to the apartment flies open. Pupo throws down his uniform into the already large pile of dirty clothes. They walk to the computer and they log on.

“Hello Pupo! Welcome back.”

Their desktop was rigged with the newest voice recognising AI assistant. At least Pupo had his computer to occupy his time… which he now had a lot of being unemployed.

Pupo logins to his wired account. Straps on his headgear, and rushes into his favorite social game. At least he could earn a little here while searching for a better job.

He jumps into his favorite chat room: Double Action Boogaloo. His best buds are already there. From across the planet Pupo had made various kinds of friends. Mostly online, of course.

They all were up to their usual shenanigans.

Same as always.

Pulling pranks on unexpecting victims who logged into the wrong chat.

Funding ridiculous digital endeavors.

OG degen shit. Plain and simple.

Which was fun and fulfilling for a week or so for our main character.

Soon this feeling changed to that of emptiness. Detachment. Loneliness.

It just gets so mundane sitting at home all day. He needed something new to do.

Maybe even somewhere new to be…

“It is an important and popular fact that

things are not always what they seem.”

It is important to know that we are not the alpha predator

we pretend to be.

We, like all helpers, cousins, and other animals,

are intelligent in our own way.

We research and shill.

Study and gossip.

All about anything and everything we can lay our eyes upon.

This is the way of the helpers of the world. This is their story…

A story of finding help in unlikely places.

We begin our story on the planet Earth. A small… watery planet. Known for its nude monkey descendants that only made it to the Galactic council due to how much these “humans”, as they call themselves, love to eat hallucinogenic mushrooms. Over centuries these mushrooms have accelerated the evolution of these primitive primates.

This has been a concern of the Galactic council since simians decided to farm…

At the time of entering the council, the planet known as “Ear-th”, the intelligent life forms on planet are as follows: Humans(Helpers vs. Hurters), The rich, Penguins, dogs, and what the council calls cousins…

These cousins are of human and digital descent. Humans who had become so ingrained online that part of their DNA became digital. Other than causing these humans to look more stick-figure-like, it also gave way to new technologies. Technologies that led to reaching the stars.

Of course this upset the Galactic council. So as punishment they added Ear-th to the council without consulting the sector leaders at the time… then re-elected new leaders using an arbitrary voting system.

This system had some kind of unfair university at the top that decided everything for the people.

No one on Ear-th was happy about this… in fact the only person to benefit off this university was $POOR Guy. The richest human alive. Richer than any intelligent individual. The creme dela creme.

This is where our story begins… with a regular pup… a hard working, 9 to 5 busting ass type pup.

Our pup of interest, at the beginning of this story, works at a fast food chicken joint. For ease of understanding we will say it is similar to KFC, but not as good as Popeyes. Also for the sake of the understanding of the audience, we will call this pup: Pupo.

Pupo’s story with us starts 30 years after the Galactic council forced our planet to join their ridiculous voting system that only gives power to the few despite the technologies we have to perform a vote with every intelligent life form on any planet.

This is where we find Pupo. Working his tail off for the “MAN” with little to show for it.

Pupo lived a fairly regular, tough life. Raised by two pure breeds; he had a typical life for a middle class dog. Was a straight B student all through school. Graduated university with a multiple year degree. Even had dreams of having a pup of his own someday. Just not today.

Today Pupo was at work… frying artificial chicken… to be eaten by anyone dumb enough to not know. Know that the plants used to make this chicken leg were almost worthless. Yet they were able to get away with charging REAL chicken prices for it. Even after real chicken… in fact eating any animal… was outlawed generations ago.

Pupo’s manager waddled over to them.The manager, like many employees at Dos Hermanos Pollos, were relatives of penguins of Antarctica before the Great Melting.

“AWK! Here is your paycheck Pupo.”

Confused, “but payday is not until the end of this cycle…”

“AWK! Exactly. You have been fired Mr. Underdog.”

Pupo is home. His lazer bong is burnt out.

Subscriptions to all streaming: expired.

Pupo had nowhere to go… except up. The problem was that Pupo did not know he still had some ups left in him. All Pupo could see that he was alone and down on his luck like every other time he had lost a job. He had nothing left to lose.

This…

Is when heroes are born.

BANG

The door to the apartment flies open. Pupo throws down his uniform into the already large pile of dirty clothes. They walk to the computer and they log on.

“Hello Pupo! Welcome back.”

Their desktop was rigged with the newest voice recognising AI assistant. At least Pupo had his computer to occupy his time… which he now had a lot of being unemployed.

Pupo logins to his wired account. Straps on his headgear, and rushes into his favorite social game. At least he could earn a little here while searching for a better job.

He jumps into his favorite chat room: Double Action Boogaloo. His best buds are already there. From across the planet Pupo had made various kinds of friends. Mostly online, of course.

They all were up to their usual shenanigans.

Same as always.

Pulling pranks on unexpecting victims who logged into the wrong chat.

Funding ridiculous digital endeavors.

OG degen shit. Plain and simple.

Which was fun and fulfilling for a week or so for our main character.

Soon this feeling changed to that of emptiness. Detachment. Loneliness.

It just gets so mundane sitting at home all day. He needed something new to do.

Maybe even somewhere new to be…