From my high perch inside the machinery building I spectate my creatures steering the fearsome robotic birds out the large accordion gate one by one. My followers need little instructions, for most of them obey out of an unshakable hatred for mankind. Hatred is a much greater motivator than money, for it directly influences ones morals. Another reason for my followers’ obedience is the fact that I am loved for being a more benevolent ruler than Chief Theojar, who occasionally uses fear to justify his authority.

     The last of my warriors exit the hideout, leaving just one unpiloted bird. I solemnly and calmly turn to the three workers spectating our departure behind me:
     “I trust that you guys are fully aware of your duties. The safety of the complex will be yours to take care of.”

     “Aye aye!” they reciprocate with the same seriousness.

     I twist the first nob on my digital watch. The last aircraft roars to life, its eyes blazing. It shows off its impressive wingspan before taking a mighty leap with its talons and catching itself in the air with powerful flaps of its wings. The bird sails towards me and lands on my perch, each swing of its limb sending currents of wind running pass my fur. The vehicle crouches down for me to hop onto its back. I pull myself up on the left side of the bird using the grooves along its side, and then swing my right leg over its back and plant my feet into the stirrups. The bird’s cold skin and the humming of its engines against my legs disclose its might. I’m in the front seat, whereas the back seat has been reserved for emergency items. Water, food, and a wingsuit with a parachute are all kept there.

     I grab the reins of the bird.

     “Ya!” I command it.

     The vehicle leaps off the perch, carrying me with its movement, beating its wings to keep itself in the air. I wave the three workers a farewell, and they return my gesture. I steer us towards the gate. A feeling of power runs through my veins, as I am in control of such a formidable beast. I sail through the exit, entering a long tunnel leading upwards. I lift the reins. The world turns sideways as we boost towards the sky. We pop out into the clearing; the wind intensifies against my pelt. I narrow my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the outside.

     A vast forest stretches out beneath me. The lush, green land is one of the beautiful wonders of what is left of nature. Against the clear blue sky before me is an army of fearsome metal birds. We’re here to represent the voiceless survivors of the wilderness. We’re here to take back what is ours. We’re here to have our revenge.