Reaching the end of Palispis Highway, they reached the great rift between the classes of the wealthy and the poor. They reach the heavily gentrified city of the Thid Temple. The poor, including tribes of Caucasian Americans, Chinese, North Koreans, and Europeans, lived along the streets in small Kubos, and their heights were 5-6 feet tall, living as squatters in slums with the lack of proper education and ate in communities and groups. They drank together and ate similar meals. They look at Beatle with so much contempt.realizing he is one of them, the villainous “True Filipinos”.
The middle class were not tall at all, remained the same height as the poor but distinctly Filipino, Arabic, Israeli, Palestinian, Middle Eastern, Indian, Japanese, South Korean, Arabic, African, and American who aren’t Caucasians. The middle class seemed to enjoy luxuries such as infinite drinkable water from the dam, luxurious food, and lived in larger, cleaner houses.
The high class, my goodness, the high class, were doctors, lawyers, priests, and politicians. These beings were giants similar to Beatle, tall, massive, and incredibly corrupt. They claim to be protecting and inthe service of the city and believe that they are doing a service. Just a bunch of narcissists who believe that they are doing the right thing, except for the doctors. The doctors are truly good beings, yet let us not generalize, for there are too many to comprehend.
Yes. Population of the city is ten million, with many of the tourists settling in
These giant beings, known as the Starmen, are incredibly tall and massive beings who tower over them. Even the most powerful criminals are Starmen, but the cops let them go free, paid by Starmen politicians and lawyers.
“This place was a refuge for allies of the Philippines. Now… They eat scraps from their new masters…” Beatle whispered to Billy in his arms.
“They’re looking at us… funny…” she whispered.
“You are a Caucasian Starman. An anomaly. You are a hybrid between a high-class and a poor Caucasian… They see us with contempt. We are outsiders, my child-...” Beatle bumps into a Caucasian who falls to her knees. She backs away in fear.
Beatle gives her a hand up, and she takes his hand, before running away after grabbing a few coins from his pocket.
Billy yelled. “Hey! Dad! They took our money!”
Beatle chuckles. “Good. They’ll have bread.”
The Caucasian stopped, hearing his words.
Beatle continued on, but was given bread by the poor Caucasian woman. Beatle thanks her, kindly, and gives her a flower from his garden in Clark. She turns red and bows to him.
Billy smiled and coughed. “You got the rizz, Dad!”
Beatle chuckles. “Early 21st Century slang. Hilarious.”
Beatle and Billy reach the University, ruled by doctors and various medical scientists.
The doors open, and Beatle is ushered to the emergency room, where doctors lovingly tend to her, feeding her the syrup.
Beatle coughs. “Billy.”
“I’m better! Whoa!” smiled Billy, standing up and flapping her arms. “Let’s go home, Dad!”
The Doctors are astounded, taking a good look at her.
“We thought she was pale. Why is she… white?” asked one doctor.
“She’s adopted,” said Beatle, squinting his eyes.
“Yes. But she’s a Starman, sir,” said the Doctor.
“Doc. listen You cannot report this,” said Beatle.
“Why?” asked the Doctor.
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Beatle closes his eyes and sighs, offering him a piso.
The man smiles and bows to him before walking away.
Billy scoffs. “Doctors are pigs.”
“Hey. Your Grandmother slash great aunt is a Doctor. Don’t you say that, okay?” asked Beatle.
Billy nods. “Okay! Where is she, by the way?”
“Singapore,” said Beatle. “We have a military base there along with Hong Kong and Taiwan.”
Beatle sighs, realizing they are nearby to…
His home…
Beatle walks to the Rimando street and reaches a massive gated village where many Starmen are allowed in.
“Halt!“ yelled a Starman Royal Guard
Beatle grumbles angrily.
“Who is that?” asked the Royal Guard.
“She is my daughter.”
“But she is Caucasian.”
“You got a problem with that?” growled Beatle.
The Royal Guard gave a mocking scoff and opened the gates.
Beatle stomps inside, looming so much taller than the guard. Most of the Starmen are just 10 to 12 feet tall, but Billy, a teenage child, is now 8 feet tall now being stabilized, making her interesting to these people.
Billy sits down and he offers her his hand.
She grabs it and stays away from these strange Starmen.
Beatle sighs and reaches the palace, a massive building stretching across the side of the entire mountainous valley of Aurora Hill, Ambiong, and reaching the entrance of La Trinidad.
Beatle just stares at the palace and sighs.
“Why are we here?” asked Billy.
“I need to get something back that’s mine,” he spoke, growling.
Billy smiles as the doors open.
They enter the palace, walking zigzags before reaching Eskuwelahan, a former school turned throneroom of the DEATH LEOPARD.
Death Leopard smirks, wearing a Batman-like suit. His mouth, however, was closed, and he sported a UPSIDE DOWN TRIANGLE on his chest instead of a star. “Beatle! I have been expecting you, you IDIOT!!!”
Beatle just stares at him. “What the hell do you want, Leopard? So can I please get my throne back?”
“What the hell do I-? My guy, you are the walking, talking autistic freak!” Death Leopard, humorously, was just a Human. A normal Filipino man in normal height of 6 feet tall.
“So, this is your plan? Making an army out of autists? Turning them into your weird dumbass puppets for your weird dumbass ego?”
“Beatle. I hate autists! What on EARTH are you talking about? The society I made was the one founded from all your work!“
“But the wounds’ yeast festered during your rule-...”
“BORING!!!” he boomed. “Beatle. Listen, you autist. I believe that you had me mistaken of someone else. You think I’m just this same guy who used to bully you back in college! IT WAS A TEXT BEATLE!!! I WASN’T TRYNA DRIVE YOU TO TAKING YOUR OWN BEFORELIFE!!!”
“You mocked me when I was giving a cry for help.”
“You were bothering EVERYONE in the GC!!1 Seriously? You HAVEN’T moved on from that until now!? I was just doing my service as a future lawyer at the time! And hey hey I am the politician here!” he gestured to himself rather arrogantly.
“I was sharing my book so hopefully someone would read it and learn I was articulating suicide,”
“AGAIN!!! BORING!!!“ he boomed.
Beatle’s lens twitched. “Leopard. Get the fuck off my throne. NOW!!!”
“Or what?” he asked. “No guards are here! You could kill me now! Go on! Do it!” he smiled.
“Leopard. I wanted to kill myself. And everyone listened to you. You had the charisma, that charm that allowed everyone to believe every word from that disgusting mouth of yours.”
“Beatle. I’m sorry you think you deserve an apology,” he shrugged. “But you RUINED MY LIFE!!!”
“How? Did my cry for help reach some people?”
“Of course not! No one believes you! You’re nothing but an idiot, Beatle! But it was bad press altogether! I couldn’t get accepted by any fuckin’ client! I grew poor! Then I saw you… On that fucking Catholic Throne where that Pope used to be.The ‘Saint King.’ You thrived while I had to watch my own family BLUDGEON ME WITH INSULTS!!!” he boomed. “You stole Anna from me…” he whimpered, insanely.
Beatle kept staring at him. “That is what you get for bullying someone towards suicide.”
“YOU DIDN’T!!! YOU WERE PRETENDING, BEATLE!!! AUTISTIC PEOPLE DON’T HAVE FEELINGS!!! THEY’RE PSYCHOPATHS!!!”
“Dude… If that was what you kept repeating to the world against my status, the people who believed you are clearly not psychologists, nor are they psychiatrists. They’re likely just… angry 12-year-olds who further dug you in your own grave.”
Billy turns to Beatle. “Dad? Why is this guy such a sucky loser?”
Death Leopard takes out a gun and points it at Billy
BANG..
Beatle shields the bullet, which interestingly, Billy was about to block herself.
Death Leopard fumes. “Cute kid…” he angrily turned to Beatle, as a suit began to appear around his body.
