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My last days in Protogen planet were nice and charming; however, not everything that shines is gold. I'm from a rebel planet. There as you can see, we are like the felines you know, I'am a thing you call Jaguar with mildy reddish fur and gray spots. I was there to pretended to be some kind of protester and exhiliated from my planet. That made me look to other species and races like an anti-hero or the bad guy of the bad guys. I used that facade to ask questions and doing spying and intelligence jobs, I felt nearly guilty because that funny criters trusted me and used to tell me almost everything. The
easiest work of universe.

In my planet, slavery is permited, by force, by tricks or using any technic of mind control. My species landed there in Protogen planet 10 years ago, or in earthling time, 8 years. Our goal was to get some slaves and servants to sell to other rebel worlds. Our bad luck was that 4 months after we were there, they were accepted by UPO, so, they are protected and they can't be subjected to any form of slavery. The people who were before me asked to be collected but our previous leader was obsessed with that funny canines.

Protogens became more an more dependent of technology; first, they created that funny masks that look like a display of 2 bits in an old fashioned stadium; then they developed the masks to be connected to their brain wirelessly; after they improved the helmet to filter oxigen and be more healty. In some part of the story, they invented a way to feed their bodies without having to quit of the helmet. I knew some migrant protogen exported the updated dome-masks and now they are selling them exclusively to protogen people. All protogens in all planets have the updated versions; now, I find it very dangerous.

The dome can be used as interface with some devices and works like a kind of ID, I don't know how it can work because I see all the same in the face, but with many different fur paterns. Now it is happening something very weird.
Suddenly, my neighbors started to talk about a thing called "upgrade" I said them that this thing was nothing because they have it frequently. They told me an update is different than an upgrade. and they promissed me that they will tell me what is it about. Hey! imagine my surprise when I see many protos I knew. Some of them only got "upgraded", I mean, they got
a shield in their chest, a collar, robotic enhanced shoulders, tights and hips. Others were further they swole and grew up, Imagine hulking protogens able to carry heavy boxes in stores!

Finally they became more gentle, more helpful and over all, more obedient. I was happy because I loved to ask favors and they did them with no question. But I started to worry when things started to go dark. My neighbors started to going to sleep early, 1 hour after twiligh. At midnight they used to walk, their dome pulsing, their eyes looked like spirals
instead of the classic cartoony "eyes". The "upgraded" looked more under control than the "normal". They still have that night live. When I asked about what they are doing, they simply watch me as if I was crazy.

One day, one of them, an upgraded, asked me to go with him to a center to analize my brain activity. I politely said I pass, but "thanks for asking". At that point, I said: "to the h__ with the mission! I won't expose myself nor my planet to that stuff that are controlling these poor critters!". In the transport I meet with the former ambassador, we chatted. he's a clever wolf. He told me he knew about me and instead of reporting me he invited me to share info. He was disappointed with his former bosses but still have love for his planet, the same as me.

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well, the second part of this, I had to take it out of my system... 2 more and a story left