Mankind looked much like man of the present, however, they were much furrier. It would be easy to say that they were apes. By all accounts they showed a lot of the same physiology. But unlike apes, they had a higher perception of the Vibration.

The drakonians did not understand. Though centuries before they were able to vibrate with the Most High, it was a perception long lost to their kind. So as they hunted and captured as many humans as they could, it concerned them when they heard their mutters, hands clasped with intertwining fingers, eyes squeezed tight, and chins anchored to their chests.

They shivered, the humans, and what the drakonians mistook for fear, was really powerful, spiritual experience.

“I hate how they… shake like that,” said Basil, a drakonian scientist and founder of Isk Technologies, “It makes me nervous.”

He stood facing the humans, caged in the lab, each in their own cage, because in the past keeping them in the same cages led to them banding together and either escaping or killing the captor drakonians.

His light-green tail twitched from under his lab coat, the only real clothing he wore, as he rubbed his face with long, scaly fingers.

“They are only afraid, sir,” said Samamba, a female, walking into the room, wearing nothing, her scaly skin just as light as his. With a flick of her porous tongue, she declared, “It is only fear inside them. They believe we are going to harm them or maybe even eat them.”

“That is an intriging idea,” said Basil, “If they aren’t fit to work, we could see if they taste good. The Emperor might be interested in a new delicacy.”

Another female drakonian, walked inside the lab, carrying a silver tray with a tea pot and two cups. Unlike the other two, her scales were black, except for her underside which was gray.

“I have your tea, Mr. Isk,” she said, bowing her head.

“Yes,” said Basil, still looking at the captives, “Just set in on the table there, Xe’Lupe”

“And leave,” said Samamba, disgust escaping her gaze towards the little drakonian.

Xe’Lupe set the tray down and with her head still bowed, she back out of the room. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she flicked out her tongue to taste the air. To her surprise, she did not taste fear. It was something she did not understand, which scared her. Backing out of the lab, she went to her little quarters to write on her scrap paper.

“She’s doing it again!” said Samamba, “She is to put her tongue in our business! And you don’t even care!”

“Huh?” said Basil.

“Nevermind!” said Samamba. “A slave should know her place and you don’t seem to be interested…”

“I am interested in my OWN work!” said Basil. “These humans are far inferior to us in mental capacity. They need to be able to communicate on our level. I am trying to figure out how to do that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Isk,” she said.

“We need to develop a substance that will transform them. Make them capable of understanding our language and do our bidding. As it is, getting them to find the cheese at the end of the maze is hard enough. They keep wanting to tear the walls down!”

“You’re talking deep, genetic conditioning here. Haven’t you taken some samples from the humans yet?”

“… I was going to.”

“Well,” she said, a new ferocity blooming in her voice, “Maybe we should do that and see just what makes these humans what they are. Once we figure out how their minds and bodies work, we can change them to suit our needs.”

“Brilliant!” he said, shaking her hand, “Then we can modify and experiment as much as we want. Create giants and some as tiny as rats! The possibilities are endless! Oh this world will be ours!”