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เรื่องราว MidReal
Planet of The Apes
สถานการณ์:Planet of the apes
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Taylor
male. He is an astronaut who crashlands on a mysterious planet. He is resourceful,skeptical,and determined. Taylor survives the crash and encounters a group of primitive humans and intelligent apes. He is captured by the apes and treated as a specimen,leading to his eventual escape and discovery of the planet's true nature. His experiences challenge his understanding of humanity and civilization.
Cornelius
male. He is a chimpanzee archaeologist living on the planet. He is intelligent,curious,and conflicted. Cornelius discovers Taylor's presence and becomes intrigued by the human's ability to speak. He grapples with the implications of Taylor's existence,questioning his own society's history and values. Cornelius forms a bond with Taylor but ultimately decides to conceal his findings from the authorities.
Zira
female. She is a chimpanzee scientist working alongside Cornelius. She is compassionate,insightful,and brave. Zira helps Cornelius in their research on Taylor and assists in his escape from captivity. She shares Cornelius' curiosity about Taylor's origins and supports his quest for truth despite the dangers it poses to their society.
You know, I never believed it.
I never thought it could really happen.
I came from a world that did.
I came from a world where apes were animals, where animals were inferior to men, and where the very idea of an animal as intelligent and civilized as a man was laughable.
But I know now that it’s not.
I know that it can happen, and I know that it did happen once.
It happened here.
I don’t know how or why, but I know that it did, and I know that this planet is not of our solar system.
I thought that it was, but I know that it’s not.
I thought that we had traveled only twenty-seven months, but now I know that we must have traveled through space and time, as well as velocity.
We must have emerged at some point in space and time beyond our comprehension to have found this planet here.
We must have found a place where the universe has reversed itself, where the future has become the past, and where the descendants of the apes have become the masters of the world.
Zira approached me cautiously, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper.
"There is a place beyond the Forbidden Zone," she said, her words hanging in the dimly lit cell.
"It is a place where the remnants of an ancient civilization lie buried."
I listened intently as she painted a vivid picture of ruins and relics, hinting at a statue that seemed to mirror the iconic symbol of my own world: the Statue of Liberty.
Her words were both captivating and unsettling, hinting at a truth that challenged everything I thought I knew about this strange planet.
But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to this story than what she was letting on.
I sensed a hidden agenda, a motive behind her words that went beyond mere curiosity. "Cornelius has a plan," she continued, her voice filled with determination.
"He will secretly escort you to this place, where you can uncover the truth for yourself. But you must be careful. The authorities will stop at nothing to keep this knowledge from reaching the masses."
I nodded, my mind racing with the implications of what she was saying.
The idea of uncovering such a monumental truth was both exhilarating and terrifying.
It was a risk I wasn’t sure I was ready to take, but something within me urged me forward.
"Very well," I said finally, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing inside.
"I will follow your lead."
Zira’s eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
"Then let us begin," she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.
She led me through the winding streets of the ape city, dodging curious glances and avoiding the watchful eyes of gorilla guards.
We finally reached a bustling science fair, where Cornelius was waiting for us.
He greeted us with a nod, his eyes darting nervously around the crowded area.
"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent.
"There is much to show you."
We followed him through the exhibits, marveling at the advanced technology and scientific discoveries on display.
But it was clear that Cornelius had a different agenda in mind.
He led us to a secluded area, tucked away from prying eyes.
It was here that he revealed a collection of ancient artifacts, relics that hinted at a civilization long forgotten.
"These could be from the ruins I spoke of," Zira whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Cornelius nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with determination.
"We must uncover the truth," he said, his voice steady despite the danger that lurked in every corner.
Together, we set out on a perilous journey, navigating treacherous landscapes and avoiding the watchful eyes of those who sought to keep this knowledge hidden.
It was a risk we weren’t sure we were ready to take, but something within us urged forward. The sun beat down upon our heads as we traversed the dusty terrain.
The air was thick with anticipation, and I couldn’t help but feel that we were on the cusp of something momentous.
As we walked, Cornelius began to explain more about the artifacts we had seen at the fair.
"These are relics from an ancient civilization," he said, his voice filled with reverence.
"They hold secrets that could change everything."
I listened intently as he spoke, my mind whirling with the implications of what he was saying.
It was then that I noticed something peculiar—a strange object protruding from the ground.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out to touch it.
It was corroded metal, covered in rust and dust.
But as my fingers made contact with its surface, a chill ran down my spine.
This wasn’t just any metal—it was human. I turned to Cornelius and Zira, my eyes wide with realization.
"This is from my world," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
Cornelius’s gaze darted nervously around us, his voice hushed in urgency.
"Keep this quiet," he whispered.
"We can’t let anyone know."
We continued on our journey, the air thick with tension.
The jungle seemed to close in around us, the distant calls of wild creatures echoing through the dense foliage.
Zira walked ahead, her steps confident yet cautious.
Cornelius followed closely behind, clutching the worn map that guided us toward the Forbidden Zone.
I trailed behind, my mind racing with thoughts of the relics and their implications.
It was then that Zira suddenly stopped, her eyes fixed on something in the distance.
I followed her gaze, and what I saw took my breath away.
Before us lay an ancient campsite, abandoned and forgotten for centuries.
Among the remnants of a bygone era stood a rusted pot, its surface adorned with a faded label.
The words "Liberty Soup" danced across my vision, a name that echoed hauntingly familiar.
Zira knelt beside the corroded vessel, her fingers tracing the faded letters.
"This confirms it," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the jungle.
"There is human presence here. We must proceed with caution."
Cornelius nodded solemnly, his eyes scanning the campsite for any further clues.
I crouched beside them, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
The jungle seemed to close in around us, as if it too held secrets it was eager to reveal.
It was then that Cornelius spoke up, his voice filled with determination.
"There is a trail nearby," he said, his gaze fixed on the dense foliage.
"It leads deeper into the forest. I believe it will guide us to the ruins."
I nodded in agreement, sensing that this path held more than just ancient remnants—it held the key to unlocking this world’s mysterious past.
Zira glanced at me, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"We must tread carefully," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"The truth we seek could change everything we know about our history."
We moved cautiously along the narrow trail, the jungle’s dense foliage closing in around us.
Cornelius led the way, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger.
Zira stayed close, her presence reassuring despite the tension that hung in the air.
As we walked, I noticed the trees growing taller and more twisted, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out most of the sun’s light.
The air grew thick with humidity, and the sounds of the jungle echoed through the forest.
Suddenly, Cornelius stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on something ahead.
I followed his line of sight, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Before us stood an enormous tree, its trunk twisted and gnarled with age.
Vines and moss covered its surface, partially obscuring a peculiar shape etched into its bark.
It was then that I realized what it was—a crown, uncannily similar to that which adorned the Statue of Liberty’s head.
Zira gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"This can't be a coincidence," she murmured, reaching out to touch the carving.
Cornelius turned to us, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "We have to find out who else knows about this."
We pressed onward, the trail narrowing as we delved deeper into the heart of the jungle.
Cornelius led the way, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.
Zira walked beside me, her presence a reminder of our shared determination to uncover the truth.
The jungle was alive around us, the rustling of leaves and distant calls of unseen creatures echoing through the dense foliage.
It was then that we stumbled upon a clearing, and what we saw took our breath away.
Ancient stone structures loomed before us, partially hidden by vines and moss.
Cornelius approached one cautiously, brushing away debris to reveal intricate carvings etched into its surface.
Zira gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"This is it," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"The Forbidden Zone."
I stepped forward, my heart pounding with excitement and trepidation.
As I reached out to touch the ancient stone, I felt a sudden jolt—a surge of energy coursing through my veins.
The truth was waiting, and we were no longer just explorers; we were its keepers.
We ventured further into the clearing, Cornelius pointing to a small, overgrown path that wound its way through the dense foliage.
It was narrow and treacherous, but we knew it held the key to unlocking the secrets of this mysterious place.
As we made our way along the path, the air grew thick with anticipation.
The sounds of the jungle echoed through the forest, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched.
Finally, the path opened into a secluded clearing, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky.
In the center of the clearing stood an ancient stone structure, partially hidden by vines and moss.
Cornelius approached it cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger.
Zira and I followed closely behind, our hearts pounding with excitement and apprehension.
As we reached the entrance, Cornelius pushed aside a curtain of foliage, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the heart of the structure.
The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay and forgotten history.
Cornelius lit a torch, casting flickering shadows on the walls as we made our way deeper into the passageway.
The walls were adorned with ancient carvings, depicting scenes of great battles and powerful leaders.
It was clear that this had once been a place of great importance, a stronghold for those who sought power and control. As we continued to explore, we stumbled upon a hidden chamber deep within the structure.
The room was filled with rows upon rows of dusty shelves, stretching all the way to the ceiling.
Cornelius approached one cautiously, brushing away cobwebs to reveal a collection of strange artifacts.
There were ancient scrolls bound in worn leather, alongside peculiar devices that seemed to defy explanation.
It was then that Zira let out a gasp, her eyes fixed on something nestled between two shelves.
She reached out a trembling hand, carefully lifting it from its resting place.
It was a small canister, adorned with faded letters that seemed to hold secrets of their own.
Zira wiped away the grime, revealing words etched into its surface: "Alphabet Soup."
I couldn’t believe my eyes—this was something from my world, something I had seen countless times in my own lifetime.
But here it sat, nestled deep within an ancient structure in a place that defied explanation. Cornelius approached cautiously, his eyes fixed on the canister as if it held some hidden power.
"How did this get here?" Zira asked, her voice tinged with both wonder and fear.
Cornelius shook his head, his expression grave. "It means someone from your world has been here before us."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the implications.
We pressed deeper into the ruins, the air thick with mystery and anticipation.
Cornelius held the torch aloft, casting flickering shadows on the ancient walls.
The carvings seemed to come alive in the dancing light, telling a story of their own.
As we turned a corner, Zira let out a gasp, her eyes fixed on a mural etched into the wall.
It depicted a surgical procedure, with primitive tools and a figure whose mouth was held open in a cry of pain.
Cornelius approached cautiously, his brow furrowed in thought.
"This suggests advanced medical knowledge," he murmured, tracing the etched lines with his finger.
Zira nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We must be cautious."
Cornelius turned to us, his voice low and urgent. "If they mastered this, they could have altered the course of history."
Zira's eyes widened, her mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think they used it to control people?"
I swallowed hard, the weight of our discovery pressing down on me. "Or worse, to change them entirely."
Cornelius stepped closer to the mural, his eyes narrowing as he examined the intricate carvings.
He ran his fingers over the etched lines, searching for any indication of their intentions.
Zira joined him, her gaze intense as she pointed out symbols that seemed to represent knowledge and power.
I watched them, my heart pounding with a growing sense of unease.
What had we stumbled upon?
And what did it mean for our understanding of this ancient civilization?
Cornelius murmured under his breath, his voice tinged with both awe and fear.
"This could be the key to unlocking their secrets."
Zira turned to me, her eyes wide with realization. "If they had this knowledge, what else could they have achieved?"
Cornelius nodded, his voice steady but grave. "We might be standing in the birthplace of a forgotten empire."
I felt a chill run through me as I considered the implications. "And if they left something behind, it could change everything we know."
