[ WP ] You live in a world where sentient beings evolved from various species instead of only primates . There are reptilians , avians , etc ...

`` What do we want? EQUAL RIGHTS FOR INTER-SPECIES. When do we want it? NOW'' 
 
 The chant echoed through the streets of London as we marched towards Downing street. I held my boyfriends scaly hand in mine as he shouted the words down a megaphone. Occasionally people would give us a look of disgust, but that's why we were marching. One day it'd be entirely normal for a person and a lizard to date. 
 
 Next to us was Daniel. Occasionally he'd throw his head back, open his beak and let out a giant `` cock a doodle do''. Avians on the march would echo back. It felt so alive. How could anyone ignore this? 
 
 Up in the offices above us people stared blankly down. Some waved support, but most just looked. Baffled. Their look reminded me of my dad. 
 
 `` Pregnant?'' he choked. 
 
 `` Please, consider your future'' said mum, `` It wo n't have a good life'' 
 
 But it will. In the new world we make a Liz-man would have just the same rights as pure breeds. He'd probably even get the best of both worlds. He'd have night vision and soft skin. He'd be perfect. 
 
 I saw a flash of angry faces. Some protestors holding up biblical signs were making a noise. `` God separated the species and gave them all names. And the blood of one shall not mingle with the blood of the other''. That verse was the government's position. We should not defy the law of God. Species should never blend. 
 
 We jeered at the protestors. Get a life. They're stuck in the 60s. People were mixing now. Get used to it. 
 
 We were closer to Downing street now. Helicopters flew overhead and I knew the headlines would read `` 500,000 strong march on Downing Street to give inter-species equal rights''. Or maybe they'd lower the number protesting since the BBC was run by a set of elite lizards who just wanted things to stay as they were. 
 
 I did n't know how much they wanted it though. 
 
 The first I knew of the problem was my boyfriend grabbing my hand. The crowd swelled and pushed - and I was thrown off balance. I could see horses galloping down on us, truncheons in their teeth. We tried to run but the avians panicked and ran like a bunch of headless... well, you ca n't say that, it's offensive. 
 
 I was knocked over by a flailing dolphin who'd lost his hydro-hose and was panicking in the sun. I could n't help him. I hit the floor hard. 
 
 My boyfriend pulled me up but I knew it was too late. I could feel it. The blood was already staining my jeans. My Liz-man - and all his potential with him - was leaking away. 
 
 I do n't remember being dragged away, only the news report at the hospital. `` Violent pro-mix protestors caused millions of damage''. The battle was far from over, but I'd now lost my fight.
