
There is only one police officer in the small town of West Woodburn, England. His name is Forty-Two, and he is a Dog. Genetically engineered and bred to conform to the ideal standard, he can do anything a human can. His kind are so dedicated to their task that society no longer sees any reason to pay for human police.
Forty-Two's quiet, rural life is shattered when a murderer begins stalking everyone the Dog has ever called friend.
The greatest scientific advancements come from war, and the Dog program is no exception. Originally developed as living weapons for World War II, it wasn't long after that they were repurposed to their current role. It's only been fifty years, and not all men have forgotten that Dogs, like their masters, fought on both sides.
Forty-Two must track down the killer and suppress the case before an inquiry can be launched. Any investigation into Forty-Two's own past would reveal that he too has secrets to hide. While he is far too young to have any memories of war, Forty-Two's unmasking would destroy all confidence in the Dogs that now carry the justice system.
It has all come down to this. Forty-Two is the best they can make him, better. He is the perfect Police Dog, pinnacle of both evolution and science.
But he is not what he shows the world. And honesty is nothing if not a virtue
Artwork by Boz
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Forty-Two's quiet, rural life is shattered when a murderer begins stalking everyone the Dog has ever called friend.
The greatest scientific advancements come from war, and the Dog program is no exception. Originally developed as living weapons for World War II, it wasn't long after that they were repurposed to their current role. It's only been fifty years, and not all men have forgotten that Dogs, like their masters, fought on both sides.
Forty-Two must track down the killer and suppress the case before an inquiry can be launched. Any investigation into Forty-Two's own past would reveal that he too has secrets to hide. While he is far too young to have any memories of war, Forty-Two's unmasking would destroy all confidence in the Dogs that now carry the justice system.
It has all come down to this. Forty-Two is the best they can make him, better. He is the perfect Police Dog, pinnacle of both evolution and science.
But he is not what he shows the world. And honesty is nothing if not a virtue
Artwork by Boz
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Wow, I didn't expect that! I believed that Forty-Two would just decide to throw it, get a barely passing score, as a form of resentment or penance or something. Him being true to himself was far more interesting. He's been raised with contradictory rules and beliefs that he had to, on the spot, reconcile and really figure out. That process of coming to his own answer... he's essentially human.
When that woman commented on how she didn't know the compassion classes covered other Dogs, I wanted to be there to say "Do they cover other humans in your compassion classes?"
Great chapter~!
When that woman commented on how she didn't know the compassion classes covered other Dogs, I wanted to be there to say "Do they cover other humans in your compassion classes?"
Great chapter~!
Thanks as always!
Forty-Two is perfect... was perfect. Or at least his heart was in the right place. He made a mistake and he knows it. I suppose you you could say he's become the very monster he was created to hunt down, a murderer.
I wrote the compassion line 'off-the-cuff' but I think it fits rather well. Not only has Forty-Two learned everything they taught him, but he also learned things they never intended.
Makes you wonder what the world would be like if we all had to learn a little more compassion for others.
Forty-Two is perfect... was perfect. Or at least his heart was in the right place. He made a mistake and he knows it. I suppose you you could say he's become the very monster he was created to hunt down, a murderer.
I wrote the compassion line 'off-the-cuff' but I think it fits rather well. Not only has Forty-Two learned everything they taught him, but he also learned things they never intended.
Makes you wonder what the world would be like if we all had to learn a little more compassion for others.
It's a very simple line but I definitely think it has a lot of meaning! It also sort of mocks the idea that love can be educated into you. Compassion is something that has to grow on its own and cannot be forced. Dogs may be able to simulate compassion, but if they can't feel it... it means nothing. Reminds me of the american way of solving problems through education. Not everything can be taught in a class.
I think if the world had to take a class on compassion, I believe it'd do most people very little good, if any at all
Though, that's probably not what you meant when you said "learn" haha. Indeed... what would the world be like if the things different from us weren't so terrifying?
I think if the world had to take a class on compassion, I believe it'd do most people very little good, if any at all
Though, that's probably not what you meant when you said "learn" haha. Indeed... what would the world be like if the things different from us weren't so terrifying?
Sadly, I think it's in human nature for us to be afraid of that which is different from us. One of those primordial things that we, as a species, can't seem to outgrow.
You're absolutely right when you say a class in compassion would likely help few. The idea makes me think of those 'sensitivity training courses' that are so rightfully mocked. A class can't help someone become a compassionate person. It's something one must chose for themselves. Or, in Forty-Two's case, learn the hard way.
I will say one thing though. Long, long ago I took a class in 'Ethics'. I thought it would be an easy ace. I got more than I bargained for with a great teacher and a lot of very interesting, amazingly worthwhile conversations about the world around us.
One last thing I'll add, though I was saving it for the Author’s note. Police Dog was written as my response to those old B sci-fi/horror films where the scientist always creates a creature that turns against them. That's effectively what happened here. They created a monster. But they made one with a mind of his own.
You're absolutely right when you say a class in compassion would likely help few. The idea makes me think of those 'sensitivity training courses' that are so rightfully mocked. A class can't help someone become a compassionate person. It's something one must chose for themselves. Or, in Forty-Two's case, learn the hard way.
I will say one thing though. Long, long ago I took a class in 'Ethics'. I thought it would be an easy ace. I got more than I bargained for with a great teacher and a lot of very interesting, amazingly worthwhile conversations about the world around us.
One last thing I'll add, though I was saving it for the Author’s note. Police Dog was written as my response to those old B sci-fi/horror films where the scientist always creates a creature that turns against them. That's effectively what happened here. They created a monster. But they made one with a mind of his own.
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