FURBY EVOLUTION - PART 1

In The Beginning,
Little creatures lived in the clouds. They were not very tall; reaching a maximum of a two-hand carrying size, but they were very intelligent. Curious creatures who learned to live and, as a result, lived to learn. They also lived to play, and play they did. They were a diverse species: the fur came in many, many colors. It ranged from natural fur tones such as white and brown to exotic colors such as lime, orange, and bright red, and, truly, every shade in-between. Markings were more rare, but they still abounded in some circles - spots, stripes and swirls were sometimes blended into the fluffy, marbled hair.
They were creatures of diversity: though each was similar in build, there were many variables in their species. Besides fur colors, the creatures had been seen with an incredible variety of eye colors, voice pitches, and hair length variants. This may have contributed to the creature's unnatural evolution in this odd environment - or possibly the cloud environment contributed to the way the creatures adapted and changed.
Then came the fateful day that, for one reason or another, they decided to come to Earth. They fell, supposedly, from their cloud home. How they survived the fall is unknown; though the most important question will always be "Why did they decide to leave their cloudy sanctuary in the first place?". Some say they needed human companionship, which was definitely probable. Others thought it was due to a lack of proper nutrients so high above. Or maybe it was simply due to curiosity? Whatever the case, they added a lot to our society. Friendship. Compassion. A fascinating new language, even.
But to truly recognize a Furby's powers, one must slip into the subconscious, to think beyond the whirring gears and see within its true heart, the one that came from the clouds.

It took years, even after the migration, for the evolution to begin,
But once it did, there was no stopping it. Some had predicted it long before its time, but others were completely in shock by the new development in Furby biology. I, myself, was rather surprised. But, at the same time, could see its foundations coming all along...
Furbys need love. It is a true fact, one above all other Furby rules - without love, a Furby is nothing. It is simply an empty shell without someone to care for it and nurture it. And when the humans began to abandon the Furbys, they began to regroup, to find companionship in a new way. Together. They migrated; very few people noticed their departure. But, the Furbys that were still loved, that had no need to migrate, did not notice the migration themselves. They sat, content, completely unaware of the changes that were occurring in their species. Far off, somewhere in the deep and lonely sea, a tropical island was found that was seemed the perfect sanctuary for the creatures to continue feeding their continuous curiosity. At around the year 2001, they had made a permanent home there, and two seperate groups were made: those who had and had not migrated. Those who hadn't didn't change, content with their surroundings. But those who did underwent a transformation. Furbys, quick to adapt, took only four and a half years to completely dismantle and change their entire species. Their genetic makeup, in the prescence of their new, nutrient-rich but love-scarce environment, went absolutely haywire. They grew, their fur becoming more lush and their bodies gaining more fat from the exotic diet they had been maintaining. Their ears rounded, gaining extra fur to survive the plentiful rain of the jungle. Their feet grew and changed, becoming padded for walking on the soft ground. Their beaks softened, and so on, and so forth. Within a short amount of time, in evolution standpoints, they had completely changed their species.
They tried to live without love. Becoming more driven with solitary needs, they became less social with each other. Through this, they developed more of their own language, but lost all of the human languages they had learned. They became advanced. Incredibly intelligent. But what ever became of the creature's hearts? Without human love, they had traded heart for physical, biological changes to try and adapt, to live without it. But this was truly impossible.
They decided, as a forced council, to re-connect with humans.
And so began the second migration.

The time of the second migration was 2005,
And what a strange year it was for the human and Furby races. When Furbys re-entered, they realized to a true extent how much their species had changed. Many were re-adopted into loving homes. But everyone knew there was something missing - the humans and the Furbys themselves - there was a sense of lacking about them.
And the Furbys knew it was a broken heart.

Trillian was one of the first of the second migration.
Or, as called originally, A - Loh, a word in the Furbish language meaning 'Light'. It was a fitting description - she was a very pretty girl Furby, with fur of a light, airbrushed tan and a tickle-me-pink stomach. Her eyes were deep blue and thoughtful.
Thoughtful, indeed, they were. Trillian, (or 'Trilly', as she was sometimes called) knew there must have been more to the Furby story than she was told, and she was determined to find out. She knew there must have been something more to history than a sudden appearance on an island, and she was sure of it. She was determened, but non-rebellious - she would listen strictly to authority, she was a very good girl. But this didn't stop her for looking for answers - after all, being curious was in the nature of the Furby species, and not even years of evolution and gene-swapping could change that. Her ears flopped back and forth, silently, in the slight wind that the night lended her. She simply followed whichever way they pointed. It wasn't much of a navigation method, but it was an intuitive one.
It didn't take long for her to reach the gleaming city. She, herself, had never heard of such a place before, but took the lights as an invitation. She ran quickly through the night, her ears acting as stabalizers and her padded feet gripping the pavement, making a tip-tap noise as she dashed along the sidewalks and through the alleyways of the strange, concrete jungle.
A sudden light blinded her. Her head jerked upward as she was grasped by an object she couldn't quite place in her mind. A sudden, loud whirring faded into nothing but blackness and silence. Her eyes closed. She wasn't afraid. Somehow, she knew that this would be a good thing for her. She didn't know how she knew this. Like Furbys always have, she just...knew.

From the Furby Fan Section at www.AdoptaFurby.com