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Re: The Retelling of the Planet of the Apes (Fan Fiction) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Thu Mar 09, 2017 11:51 am

An Unexpected Visitor


Milo was at Zira's work again. He was staring intently at the animals in their cages. Zira was somewhere else, unaware of her son's presence. Milo's last patient that day had not come in and so he had come to the laboratory to study the humans, knowing that his mother may learn of him at any moment. Hopefully, if she did, she wouldn't care. However, Milo had known Zira to get irritated if she did find him there. She just didn't like it. Why, Milo had never really understood.

As he watched the humans move around and make noises and look at him, the young psychologist could think of nothing other than his failure to make his mother happy. He wanted to be someone that she could be proud of. Not just love, but respect. Cornelius had already disappointed her time and time again. Milo didn't want to be like his father that way. He wanted to throw everything away so that he and his mother could share a stronger bond with each other.

Then, without warning, there was a familiar voice behind Milo.

"And what may I ask are you doing here?" Milo turned around, surprised.

It was Dr. Zaius, the most powerful orangutan in the local area. He was clothed in a long yellow and brown robe.

"I was just here to look at the animals." Answered Milo, unsure of what to say and feeling nervous.

"Well, I figured that." Replied Zaius, sarcastically.

"I want... I want to understand my mother's work better." Explained the young psychologist.

"You always were a smart one." Milo didn't know if that was a compliment or a reprimand. "Your father has always told people how inquisitive you are. But why aren't you at work? No more trouble, I hope?"

"Oh no, of course not." Hurried Milo. He didn't want Zaius of all people to start lecturing him. "My last patient didn't show up. So I left early."

"I see." Zaius said, in a mysterious voice. "And why did he not show up?"

"He called in sick." Answered Milo.

"Sounds like he's wasting your time." Said Zaius, in his ever stern manner. "He better be dead to not show up to an appointment."

Milo smiled, finding that funny. But he said nothing in return.

"Why are you suddenly interested in humans?" Asked Zaius, curiously.

"Mother is so fascinated by them." Explained Milo, tentatively. "I want to share in her passion, but I've never... thought much of them. So I decided to come here and try to see what she sees."

"It would take a lifetime for you to understand it." Replied the orangutan, carefully choosing his words. "Animal psychologists are just born that way. You, however, I know are not. You haven't ran around in here since you were a child. And that was just because you were bored." Zaius shook his cane. "Don't feel sorry for your mother. She's fine. She's damn good at what she does. Just a little too involved with her specimens. But I know that I could never persuade her to stop. She's too stubborn."

Zaius gave him a suspicious look. "Does this have anything to do with Zira's co-workers? I find the timing a bit too close. Is she all right? Are you trying to comfort her?"

"I'm not sure really." Admitted Milo, cautiously. "I just... I just don't want her to feel like I don't care about her feelings. She's so passionate about her work, and I... I just want to... I just want to make sure that she knows that I care."

"Like I said," Started Zaius. "don't worry about your mother. She's got a strong, fighting spirit... I think you chose the right profession. Almost. You could have been a far better doctor than a psychologist. But you did well in your decision.

"Your father, however..." Zaius' voice took on a dark tone. "I worry about him more and more. His interest in archaeology disturbs me. Recently, he found a new dig site that I feel he has no business fooling with. But he won't listen. Absolutely intent on finding whatever it is that he thinks he can find. You should have a talk with him. Tell him that he's getting dangerously close to the edge."

"Yes, sir." Assured Milo, respectfully.

"But you..." Continued the orangutan. "you're perfectly fine. I have no problem with you. I know that foolishness is not apart of your fabric. You'll make a fine psychologist one day. You did so well in school and you got yourself a nice degree. But once you're done experimenting with work, you need to go back to school and get the degree you really want. I know that you dream of being a research psychologist. Well, there's still plenty of time for you to learn.

"Do you understand me, Milo?"

"Yes, sir." Confirmed the chimpanzee.

"Good..." Said Dr. Zaius. "Well, I'll stop bothering you." Announced the orangutan. "Just don't let your mother catch you in here. She doesn't like it."

"Yes. Yes, sir." Promised the young psychologist.

Zaius walked out of the room, his cane in one hand and his other at his side.

Well, that was a close one, thought Milo. He had thought that Zaius would get angry and order him to leave. He had done it before, especially in Milo's youth. Was the orangutan developing some kind of respect for him because he was an adult now and had finished school? He wasn't sure. Sometimes, Zaius was just either in a good mood or a bad mood. His mother could swear to that.

Not wanting to bump into his mother as well, Milo quickly left the laboratory.

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Re: The Retelling of the Planet of the Apes (Fan Fiction) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Mon Mar 13, 2017 6:27 pm

Hidden Thoughts


"What happened?" Zira asked, dreading the answer. "Why are you so upset?"

Cornelius wasn't talking. He was sitting in his arm chair with his eyes closed. He kept closing and opening his hand, closing and opening his hand. Milo was across from him on the couch.

"Father?" He asked, tentatively.

"I was in the middle of a very important discovery when I was suddenly cut off by Dr. Zaius." Started Cornelius, trying to keep as much anger out of his voice as possible. "He wasn't happy about my recent research. I had found something that was an extremely exciting addition to, not just my work, but to the entire field of archaeology.

"I was banned from the dig site." Cornelius opened his eyes then and looked at his wife, who was standing next to him. "Can you believe it? Banned from a dig site because it was proving to be too fruitful!"

"Oh, you know those orangutans..." Zira was angry—You could tell. "Always corrupting science with their absolute refusal to accept anything that defies the scriptures."

"Yes, I know." Cornelius turned to face Milo. "Are you okay?" He asked, considerately. He understood his son's deep devotion to God.

"I'm fine." But Milo insisted that he was all right, like he usually did.

"If it bothered you, you would never tell me." Replied Cornelius, in a serious manner.

"I can't lie to you, Milo." Said Zira, warmly. "I don't just want to come out of hiding. I also want others to accept my ideas as truth."

"I know, Mother." Responded Milo, quietly. "There's nothing wrong with that. I don't think that God condemns anyone for anything."

"Ape never kills ape." Zira looked at her son, carefully.

"Yes..." Milo trailed off, lost in thought.

"But humans kill humans." Said Cornelius, suddenly. "Why can't apes kill apes? I've seen it before. It's not true. I've seen apes kill other apes. Why do we live with this lie?"

"It's just the orangutans using the gorillas to cover up everything." Replied Zira, trying to keep herself calm.

"What did you find, Father?" Asked Milo, curiously.

Cornelius was silent for a moment. Then, "An interesting object that was made of pewter." He did not continue.

Milo decided to interrupt his father's thoughts and persisted to pry. "Apes rarely use pewter to craft anything." He commented.

"It was in the shape of a cross." Started Cornelius. "I've never seen anything like it. And, even more strangely, it had a human nailed on it. Of course, he was dressed in rags, but he wore a crown."

"A crown?" Said Zira, greatly surprised.

"Yes, a crown made of thorns." Answered Cornelius, staring off into space. "Why would an ape ever put a crown on a human and then make that symbol with pewter?"

"Your theory!" Zira became excited. "That ape evolved from a lower primate, possibly human."

Cornelius gave his wife a severe look. "Don't ever mention that outside of this household."

"Oh dear, I know! I know!" But Zira just shrugged him off. "Why did he ban the dig site? Did you show him the cross?"

"Actually, no." Answered Cornelius. "Someone else from my team must have said something. Otherwise, it's far too coincidental."

Zira held her hands together. "Of course." She said, sadly. "Friends that we can't trust. All around us."

Cornelius looked down, feeling tired. "Let's talk about this in more detail later. I need to rest." He got up from the chair, walking towards the master bedroom.

Zira turned to look at her son. "What do you think, Milo?" She asked, carefully.

Milo was silent, then, "I think that Dr. Zaius needs to lift that ban."

But then Zira shook her head. "No, Milo. No, you don't think that at all. You know you don't."

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Re: The Retelling of the Planet of the Apes (Fan Fiction) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Sat Mar 18, 2017 2:22 pm

Scrutiny


"Emmy." Said Granger, suddenly. His voice was grim.

"Yes, father?" Asked Emmy, who was sitting quietly at the table, eating dinner. No one had really said anything yet.

"That man you've been seeing..." He began, expression stern. "Milo, is it?"

"Yes, his name is Milo." Answered his daughter, smiling. "His parents are Cornelius and Zira."

"I know." Granger sounded rather forceful. "That's what my problem is with him."

Emmy's mother, Kalea, put down her fork. "Oh?" She said. "And what's wrong with them, now?"

Emmy was silent, dreading what her father was about to say.

"I don't know much about Milo other than he quit his job and then was rehired soon afterwards." Started Granger, in a very serious mood. "But what I've heard about Cornelius and Zira worries me."

Emmy prepared herself for the worse.

"Really?" Said Kalea, hard to read. "And what have they done? I haven't heard anything bad about them."

"Zira's co-workers were recently fired." Explained Granger. "Some of them anyway. The younger ones... Supposedly, they were kicking up a fuss over humans. There's been a lot of protesting recently. The gorillas plan to use more humans for target practice and less and less of them for scientific research. I hear they're trying to cut down the population because it is too out of control."

"What does that have to do with Zira?" Asked Kalea, curiously. You couldn't tell what she was feeling inside.

"According to reliable sources," Began Granger, disapprovingly. "Zira is very attached to humans and does a lot of advocacy for them. There is even talk of her trying to push humans as household pets."

Kalea laughed, smiling.

Emmy looked down at her plate, playing with her food using her fork. She was so distressed.

"Cornelius now..." Continued Granger. "is infamous for his strange ideas about archaeology. I'm not sure what all he thinks. I just know that he's been in trouble before. And now he's in trouble again. I heard that he was recently removed from a dig site for very controversial reasons."

"I met them at Milo's house." Struggled Emmy, feeling unheard. "They were oh so very nice. I didn't get any vibes from them that they were bad people."

Granger gave his daughter a sharp look. "Anyone can be nice around a dinner table. We're talking about something very serious here, Emmy. We're talking about... people who are against the government. You don't want that, do you, Emmy? To be associated with people with such horrible reputations?"

"I don't think they have horrible reputations." Emmy felt overwhelmed by her father's judgement.

"Well, maybe not yet." Agreed Granger, cautiously. "But they are definitely headed down the wrong path. Now this Milo. What is he really like? I've heard that he's very smart and that even Dr. Zaius likes him. But then I've also heard that Dr. Zaius has a special interest in his father, so I don't really know what to think of that. Even his mother occasionally meets with him."

"Milo is very quiet." Said Emmy, feeling defeated already. "He's very kind and loves his work."

"Then why did he quit?" Interrupted her father.

"I don't really know." Answered Emmy. "I haven't asked him yet."

"Don't you think that's a bad quality?" Asked Granger. "What is he, an airhead?"

"Oh no." Emmy was quick to push away that assumption. "He's very knowledgeable."

"I know that." Emphasized Granger. "But even the most talented people can be mindless daydreamers."

"He's not like that at all." Insisted Emmy.

Then her mother spoke. "Do you like him?" She asked, and Emmy still didn't know what her mother thought about the current conversation.

"Well, yes..." Began Emmy. "I do like him. But then I've only just met him."

"Of course." Agreed her mother. "But it's always good to know about one's breeding." Then she started to eat, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

"Father, you must give him a chance." Emmy didn't want to lose Milo before she even got to know him.

"I don't know." Said her father, ominously. "We'll see what happens."

"I can't say that I think much of his parents after listening to your father, but we could be making presumptions." Added Kalea. "Usually, any ape that has too much fondness for humans is not a good ape. And we've all heard the stories about archaeologists who get big ideas."

"Yes, mother." Emmy put her head down.

But she had a special fondness for humans too. They knew that. So why was Zira any different? Emmy wasn't sure what Cornelius thought or Milo, but she felt like it shouldn't matter.

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Re: The Retelling of the Planet of the Apes (Fan Fiction) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:05 pm

Hard Questions


Joel was sitting across from Milo at his desk. Joel was looking down, as Milo wondered why he had called him to his office. Then, suddenly, Joel spoke. His voice was critical and suspicious.

"Hello, Milo." He said, levelling his eyes with the young psychologist's. "I'm sorry to have to request your presence for this, but I must be careful with who I employ."

"I don't understand." Milo was instantly worried.

"Your father and mother..." Began Joel. Milo's heart sank. "Well, there's this rumour going around that... Well, you see... There's this rumour going around that your parents may be... heretics.

"This greatly disturbs me." He admitted, with full force honesty. "Now don't try to defend them. I've made up my mind about them. But you... you I'm not so sure of."

Milo was silent. He had no idea how to respond to that.

"Do you believe in God?" Asked Joel, getting straight to the point. "Do you believe in the Lawgiver?"

"Yes." Answered Milo, quickly. He was so nervous. "I do believe in God."

"How can I be certain of that?" Joel was being very harsh.

Milo was quiet for a moment. "Because I always have. I have no way of convincing you other than my word and the fact that I go to church every Sunday."

"Many apes go to church every Sunday, and many of those same apes have been found guilty of heresy." Explained Joel, his hands locked together over his desk.

"Well, if it will pacify you, I do have a prayer book that I use every morning and every night." Milo was angry, finding himself becoming defensive, even if it meant pissing off his boss.

Joel raised a brow. "That's good, that's good." He said, Milo having no idea what he was really thinking. "But do you believe what you read? Do you mean what you say in your prayers?"

"In my experience..." Started Milo. "heretics don't read prayer books and don't attend church functions and protest in the middle of the street over humans."

Joel smiled, liking his answer instantly. "I can appreciate that... but what happens when an ape is raised by parents with no respect for religion?"

"Let me make this very clear for you, Joel..." Milo glared at his boss with great intensity. "I love my parents no matter what they believe. I'm not saying that they're heretics. I'm not even saying that they're religious. What I mean to convey is that my personal beliefs do not stand in the way of caring for my father and mother."

"And I would never think any less." Replied his boss. "That's why I am concerned. We all love our parents, regardless of what they think. But there are consequences for certain beliefs and, no matter how much we may love someone, that doesn't change the fact that a heretic is a heretic and all heretics are dealt with in the same manner."

"Are you threatening me?" Demanded Milo.

"No..." Stated Joel, calmly. "and I'm not threatening your parents either. I'm just saying... I can't have someone work for me that is an atheist."

"Well, I'm definitely not an atheist." Insisted Milo, trying to control himself as much as possible.

Joel looked at him carefully, saying nothing, then, "Are your parents heretics?"

"No... they are not." Milo knew he was lying, but he couldn't reveal the truth about Cornelius and Zira.

"You know, Milo..." Joel gave him a hard look. "if my parents were heretics... I would say the same thing." He leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his hands. "How do I know that you're telling me the truth?"

"I guess you can't." Admitted Milo, carefully choosing his words. "But I will tell you something about me... I do believe in the Lawgiver. It doesn't matter what my parents believe. I do believe.

"But even more importantly... my parents are fine people. They are very educated and well respected by the community. They have helped people more than even the most religious church goers. My father and mother... are good people."

Joel looked to the side, breaking eye contact. Then he returned his gaze to Milo.

"Why did you quit?" He asked, surprising Milo. "I don't mean the reason that you let me know. I mean the reason that you didn't let me know."

"I became... distracted." Answered Milo, concisely.

"By what?" Joel returned to sitting normally in his chair. "What is so interesting to you?"

"I just..." Struggled Milo, not wanting to tell him—To tell anyone. "my life has always been very confusing for me. I never know what I really want out of life. I'm trying to... to... I want to figure myself out."

"Is that why you chose to be a psychologist?" Replied Joel. "Because if that's the only reason, you won't make it in this field very long."

"No." Asserted Milo, aggressively. "I chose this field because that's the way I think. Because I always think like that. Because I always want to figure everything out, whether it be about me or someone else. I live for psychology. I live for my work. I may have graduated only recently, but this is what keeps me going. This is what gives my life purpose. This is my passion."

"I like your answer." Joel smiled, genuinely. "I can hear it in your voice. That's a good thing..." And then he paused for a moment. "I think that you'll make a great researcher one day. When I checked out your resume, your teachers had only good things to say about you... In fact, I'm sorry that I even asked you that. That was not polite of me. I don't really doubt your dedication.

"I'm just... I'm just frustrated, I suppose. I don't want to see something bad happen to you because of your parents. I feel like they are holding you back, because I really do believe that something is off with them. Perhaps they are not heretics, but they are definitely not conventional thinkers either, and I don't want that to interrupt your progress as a psychologist. I don't want that coming between you and your job. It would be a damn shame if you didn't succeed because your parents got in the way... However, I'm sure you'll disagree with me on that point. You clearly support your parents in everything. Not a bad thing, but maybe a bit naive."

"Is there any more that you need answered, or may I leave now?" Milo was not happy, but at least Joel wasn't looking at him so harshly any more."

"You may leave..." Said Joel, then, before Milo could get out of his chair. "Just keep this in mind... Don't let anything get between you and what you really want. No matter what anyone says."

Milo gave him one last, long look, and then left.

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Re: The Retelling of the Planet of the Apes (Fan Fiction) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:08 pm

A Lot to Think About


Milo was sitting in his room at his parents' house. His eyes lingered on the window, the rain hitting against the glass and making it hard to see outside. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. So much was happening so fast. Already, Joel was suspecting him of heresy, Emmy's parents weren't thinking of him favourably, Zira's co-workers had been fired, and Cornelius had been removed from a dig site. Oh yes, and Milo had recently quit his job only to be rehired again. He was tired.

All his life, he had hidden the truth about his parents. They were indeed heretics. In fact, they didn't believe in the Lawgiver at all. And he had kept this to himself, all throughout the long years at grade school. All throughout his days at the university. A terrible, horrible secret that would destroy his entire family if revealed. He wondered how many people had always suspected his parents. He wondered how many people suspected him. How would the drama ever end? How would these realities of religion culminate?

Emmy was a very nice girl. Already, they had met more than several times. It was even becoming a habit. A nice habit, but what would come of it? Would he break Emmy's heart? Admittedly, Milo didn't know that much about women, and he was infamous for giving girls the wrong idea about his intentions. He was really only looking for friendship, but his mother had always warned him that he was too friendly. But how does one stop from being too friendly? He didn't understand. He knew that his father did, but Milo... he was so... simple minded. Intelligent, yes, but also very simple minded. There was so much that flew over his head. There were so many mysteries in life that he didn't get.

She was definitely pretty. She seemed smart. She appeared to have a well-rounded personality. Emmy had very good traits that he normally wouldn't notice so quickly. It was her interest in his parents' work that struck him. You really had to have a special mind to enjoy Zira's psychological adventures and Cornelius' love for dirt. Especially his mother's work. So many apes looked down on Zira for her personal interest in humans. It wasn't her job so much. It was her love of interacting with animals. Such a thing was not a good thing to most apes. And Zaius had always warned her of getting too close to beasts. But Zira was stubborn and she did what she wanted.

Milo didn't know much about Emmy's parents. Just that Granger was a scientist and that Kalea was a middle school teacher. Milo wondered what it was like to have a teacher as a mother. Zira seemed like one anyway, how she was always ordering him around and telling him what to think. He couldn't imagine what a real teacher would be like. If only Zira were actually a school teacher! Then Milo would never get any rest.

But Emmy was a hallway away. Everyday, Milo would go to work, and everyday he would pass Emmy in the halls. As was the tradition in psychology, Milo only worked with men and Emmy only worked with women. He privately imagined what it was like for Emmy. What it was like to work with all those housewives and what problems they might have with the world. It seemed to Milo as if he always got the crazy ones for some reason.

It was a small little place that Joel operated. It was not one of the bigger psychology offices where there were tons of doctors and therapists and patients. Milo liked that about it. He enjoyed the tiny space and the tiny waiting room and his tiny office. It was more homely there. The larger offices felt so... medical to him. Like they had lost their purpose somewhere down the road.

But Emmy... he did not yet know her very well. To him, she was like any other girl he had ever met. Except for the fact that she was indeed unique and that was a trait that Milo had realized quickly. He didn't know how much longer he would take her out for coffee and how many times she might visit his house. Girls didn't want to be friends with him. They wanted to date. Milo just wanted to breathe.

The rain pounded against his window, the sound of thunder in the distance.

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