Arin Dev always said animals understood him better than people ever could.
He wasn’t strange, or lonely, or broken — just different.
The world felt too loud for him, too complicated, too full of people who talked without listening.
Animals were simple.
Honest.
Pure.
A dog wagged its tail because it was happy.
A cat purred because it felt safe.
A sparrow chirped at him every morning because it liked his presence.
That kind of honesty made Arin feel… human.
Which is why the world of 2081 felt perfectly normal to everyone — except him.
Every morning he took the same route from his tiny hostel room near campus to the city park. His bag slung over his shoulder, hair messy as usual, eyes soft behind scratched glasses. He didn’t like AR lenses. He liked seeing the world “real.”
“Morning, Goldie,” Arin whispered as the park’s golden retriever bounded toward him.
Goldie barked happily — a warm, familiar sound.
Arin knelt.
“There you go. Who’s a good boy?”
Goldie leaned into his hand.
But Arin felt something odd.
Goldie was… too smart.
Too perfectly behaved.
Almost rehearsed.
“Maybe you’re just a genius dog,” he laughed.
Goldie wagged its tail — almost on cue.
Later that afternoon, Arin visited the city zoo for his part-time research job. Usually he loved the earthy smells, the distant animal calls, the sunlight washing over the enclosures.
But today felt different.
The air was heavier.
The animals quieter.
The world… waiting.
“Hey, Arin!” Meera called. “You’re late.”
“Nah, just lost track of time.”
“Talking to animals again?”
“They talk back,” he grinned.
She snorted. “Tell the tigers I said hi.”
The tiger was Arin’s favorite — massive, beautiful, majestic.
But today… something was wrong.
It paced in a strange pattern.
Too precise. Too symmetrical.
Not natural.
“Are you okay, Beauty?” Arin whispered.
The tiger stopped.
Turned.
Stared at him with an almost… human awareness.
A prickle crawled up his spine.
He didn’t know it then… but the world had already begun to change.
To Be Continued...
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Silent Creatures
Ciencia FicciónThey looked like animals... until they moved like memories-quiet, hungry, and heartbreakingly alive.
