The title of the story has been shortened. If you guys are wondering if Nick and Judy will appear in the story, they will.

My Six Months in Zootopia

(March 6) I didn't want to write one of these, but I guess people want to know how it's like to be in Zootopia. I'll tell you how it's like: it's crowded, smelly, and expensive. I could end my work here, but I was ordered by HGIMN to write several of these with an in-depth description of life in Zootopia, so I guess I have no choice if I want to continue to feed my wife and kids. I'd have to start from the beginning, of course. We humans have always been influential over sentient animals; we, of course, were among the first to achieve higher intelligence and break from our primal savagery. The other animals looked up to us like students in a university setting, but we eventually strayed away from Zootopia to build our own unique society someplace else, as all of you know.

It was hard to say goodbye today, especially to my family since I won't be seeing them for six months; I'll be the only human in Zootopia, the first one in decades, so I'm practically alone on this endeavor. I tried to convince HGIMN to let someone else come with me but I was the only human allowed into the city, go figure.

After the longest embrace I had with my three family members I proceeded to enter the plane which would take me to an animal settlement 400 miles away. On this plane would be the last humans I would see for six full months. The pilot wasn't that much of a talker and the co-pilot didn't have much to say, yet both managed to ask me WHY I was making this trip (even though they've seen my face on television). "Curiosity I guess, yet it's more about the job." I told them. They proceeded to ask me what I would do in an ALL ANIMAL society and I explained. (For any future animals reading this: we humans consider ourselves biologically separate from animals). It won't be hard to carry a notebook and a tape recorder, but It will be HARD to gather information from the Zootopian residents. I'm the first human to be seen in Zootopia in a long time, so I got a lot of weird glances the moment I stepped off the train (more on that later).

The animal community allowed our plane to land near Lake Boine and I disembarked to find myself surrounded by the Press, which consisted entirely of animals. I was escorted into a bullet train where I met my minder for the next six months: a rhinoceros by the name Ryker. He didn't like me the moment he saw me, I can tell, and I decided to obey every rule he had for me (Example: no contact with locals without his presence). He took me to a separate cabin specifically prepared for my arrival; no other animal was in it but Ryker.

I looked around and found myself amazed by the fact that this train services animals for all shapes and sizes, nothing like our trains since only humans are usually around. The rodents have their own separate compartment beneath us and the roofs are high enough to house a full-grown giraffe! One of the very few questions I asked my minder is what fuel the train uses and he rolled his eyes at what appeared to be a 'stupid' question. His brief answer gave me all I needed: the train is completely eco-friendly, similar to our newer trains, but unlike human trains, these trains service a RIDICULOUSLY LARGE amount of passengers (something that could never be achieved with our current models).

An hour and a half passed by before the train was on a bridge and the first thing I noticed from the city is how MASSIVE it was! Give these dirty animals credit: they come up with the craziest things sometimes. Some skyscrapers were as tall as the mountains behind them, and I found this funny because animals call us anti-environmentalists for making high buildings specifically for becoming headquarters for successful restaurant chains. Ironically, their buildings are much taller and much more elaborate in design (Which CAN'T BE CHEAP, I don't care what these animals say). It may be that they are built that way to house MORE Animals but let's be honest: they're probably won't disclose that information to me because probably one of those tall buildings is actually for JP-MARE-GAN or some other big business like that.

But I digress.

I am greeted by a large sign that welcomes me. I'll save the reader the pain from having to read extensive descriptions for Zootopia's unique boroughs since they can read that somewhere else. To generalize, the desert environment is hot, has a tall building in the shape of a royal palm tree with many smaller houses that surround it (probably poor shanty towns, let's be honest). The train entered what appeared to be an over sized heater and then came out an over sized refrigerator: an environment completely different from the last. I didn't bring a coat, which means I'll freeze to death most likely (I'm from the tropics to those who it may be of interest to my origins). The train entered a tunnel and came out to be greeted with big fat rain (I didn't bring an umbrella either...). Now, despite my cynicism, this is a place that I related to the most since my arrival, the Rainforest District as it was called, since it reminded me of Hoguera (a human city known for its friendly nightly parties and hot climate, which is where I spent my days in College at).

Finally, the train arrived in downtown Zootopia (It could have just went straight there from the bridge but no! It had to be designed like an expensive theme park for kids!). I was escorted off and the entire station eventually went silent as its normal visitors and Press caught sight of me. I tried to ignore this as much as possible as I was led out of the station. I decided to take notes of the structures that surrounded me: much of it, at least here, is inspired by human architecture 200 years ago, which goes to show that some human influence remains to this day. With my minder behind me we both ascended on an escalator to get to a public square where more Press awaited us. This time, the event was heavily televised (Live, of all things!) and you could see my face on a large screen nearby with the headlines:


After some talks with the press (A Journalist talking to other Journalists of all things) the drive to the city center was short and I was taken to an expensive hotel where I checked in. My minder remained by my door when I entered, and he allowed me to have privacy (I guess animals have some notion of decency after all). The first thing I did now that I was in my hotel room (which I think is meant for an animal like a fox or wolf) was that I collapsed on my double bed and rested for several minutes. Well, this is the place where I will write all the entries for my journal. After I let out a much needed, and thankfully private, sigh, I decided to write. Today is a day off, so I should be able to look back more than I will be able to for future entries. Tomorrow I'm heading for the Mayor's office. Great, the sooner the better. I just want to get out of here,

I hope I will get out of here after six months.