And...Release!

I forget how free I am sometimes. I'm not running for my life from soldiers looking to enslave me. I have an education, even pending certification backed by one of the largest corporations in the world. I get paid an impressive salary, both as head researcher and as an administrator in the hospital. I live well. I eat well.

I am owned, but that is for public appearances. I didn't see the harm in a collar until this Sunday evening when I met with a client and his pet. I think I've met her before, but the collared feline hybrid seemed happy and content with her owner. I don't doubt that he treats her well. The man was clearly concerned for her health during the procedure, but there were times he spoke of her as a thing rather than a person.

Ya think he'd notice he was paying a hybrid to do this stuff...

Simple things like petting her head, saying coaxing words of praise when she did good, and signaling for her to stand in certain places made me wonder if I was working on a dog or a woman. Granted, I view hybrids as humans just as much as as any normal human I meet. I was all human when I was born; ears and a tail doesn't change that. I don't get that from Adagio, and part of me is happy about it.

More proof of my freedom, and more to the point Midian's freedom, came at the hands of a late night dance protest on the steps of the former MPD building yesterday. I came upon it by mistake oddly enough. I didn't follow it fully, but there was a lot of  screams and chants to the tune of "Down with the UAC! Down with City Hall!"

It's beyond me how the Patriarch and Midian Royal family side with the UAC, but I was more interested in dancing. Yes, I said dancing.

And you weren't high or drunk...

That's the scary part.

There was a boom box blaring tunes of revolution and not taking crap from the government, but at times, I was dancing entirely to a tune of my own. I felt amazingly relaxed after a few minutes of singing and dancing along with coworkers and friends. Even got a few dance partners as the night shifted to morning.

There was a bit of heated debate about the role the monarchy played in allegedly siding with the UAC and bringing them into the city to attack and kill the Judges. politics aren't any of my business. Some were for the protest and yelled along. other watched from the side, scratching their heads at how the hell dancing was going to kick the UAC out of the city-state.

I woke up refreshed this morning after I went to bed, my heels still hurt a tad though. but my mood's improved greatly. A lot of stress and worry I had building was let out that night. Be it Ayr's acceptance to be my witness for the wedding or simple letting it loose for once for a while in the middle of the street.